The blade looked incomparably holy beneath the moonlight.
It was the sword of a king,
And also a sacred sword!
Ancient and weathered, it had endured countless magnificent battles, and the blade already bore damage.
Yet it was still willing to race across the battlefield.
He sighed wistfully. "It looks very similar, but in the end, it isn't Lia's sword."
People pricked up their ears.
Lia?
That King Arthur from the Parallel World?
Why did his tone carry a trace of guilt amid all that regret?
Merlin, what did you do to wrong Artoria?
The flames of gossip burned fiercely among the crowd, and the blonde female reporter's eyes lit up.
Holy shit.
This was huge news!
She wanted to take her microphone over and ask, but the pilot was terrified out of his wits. His whole body trembled, his hands and feet turning cold as he immediately switched the fighter jet to autopilot.
Before anything could happen, he lunged at the female reporter and pinned her down hard.
Feeling his companion struggling, the pilot nearly burst into tears.
Ma'am...
Stop it, stop it.
If you keep digging into a big shot's little secrets, someone's really going to die!!
Suddenly.
"Since Merlin is leaving, what is he going to do with this Sword in the Stone...?"
Someone scratched his head, realizing there was a rather serious problem.
Modern netizens immediately laughed.
You couldn't understand such a simple question?
They disdainfully typed on their keyboards. "Isn't it obvious? Of course he'll... huh?! Holy shit?!"
Stunned cries rang out across the world.
Many people's hands froze over their keyboards as they stared blankly at their televisions.
No one had expected it.
Merlin would actually smile faintly and raise the longsword in his hand.
His gentle, jade-like voice instantly resounded across the world