Arthur Becomes King! Vortigern

You were caught off guard by the situation, but quickly recovered and easily parried the knight's attack.

You hastily explained yourself, making it clear you had no intention of challenging him.

The knight realized he had misunderstood you and stopped his assault.

He apologized and told you his name was Kay, adding that the one who pulled the Sword in the Stone was Arthur Pendragon. He was about to name her when a white-haired man interrupted and spoke it instead. You silently took note of this, then gave them your own name.

Through your conversation, you learned the identities of the three. The white-haired man was Merlin, tasked with aiding the one who drew the sword in becoming Britain's king. Arthur and Kay lived in the home of an old knight.

From the moment you first saw Merlin, you felt a certain wariness toward him—perhaps a knight's instinct telling you it was best to keep your distance.

When you heard that Arthur was to become the king of Britain, you looked surprised and cast a skeptical glance at the three. But recalling that Arthur had indeed pulled the sword, you said nothing.

Kay invited you to join them in helping Arthur unify the fractured island of Britain.

You didn't answer his invitation directly. Instead, you said that when they did something you deemed worthy, you would seek them out on your own.

Kay looked a bit taken aback by your response, as if he hadn't expected it. Still, he nodded casually, saying he'd consider it making a friend.

With the sword pulled, you had no reason to stay. After a brief exchange with Kay and Arthur, you left.

On your way, you encountered a woman in a black hooded robe covering her face. She appeared directly before you. You eyed her warily. She looked at you, and for a moment your mind went hazy—then she vanished, leaving you wondering if it had been an illusion.

Then you felt a sharp sting on your arm and noticed a clear cut had appeared on it at some point. You were puzzled but didn't dwell on it.

Yu Feng stared at the simulation, confused. A hooded woman? Who was that?

Soon, one name came to mind.

Morgan!

Artoria's sister.

Given the time and place, Morgan was the only one Yu Feng could think of. But why would she come after him instead of Artoria? What had the simulation's version of him done to catch her attention?

He was puzzled.

Not long after leaving Arthur's side, you heard news of the Saxons ravaging the north. Furious, you decided to head north and drive them out. But halfway there, you were stopped.

The man claimed to be from Vortigern's army and tried to recruit you, the White Knight. But you had no interest in joining any faction—you wanted to drive out the Saxons—so you politely declined.

Yu Feng's eyes flickered.

Vortigern?

Wasn't he the last stronghold of mystery on British soil?

Was he already active?

But you didn't expect someone from Vortigern's army to suddenly attack you. Caught off guard, you quickly recovered and drew the Sword of the Holy Knight to defend yourself.

His strength, however, far exceeded your expectations. A single blow nearly overwhelmed you.

You looked at the man and felt an immense pressure emanating from him. You were inwardly shocked by his power.

Just as you were about to ask why he attacked, he struck again. You had no choice but to parry.

Once more, you felt the vast gap in strength between you. You knew you were no match for him.

He glanced at you, then looked away, leaving behind the words, "Come find me when you've grown stronger." Then he turned and left. At the same time, you learned his name.

Vortigern, the Usurper King!

After he left, you realized your Sword of the Holy Knight could no longer activate its Noble Phantasm—it seemed sealed. You knew this was Vortigern's doing, but there was nothing you could do about it.

From then on, you wandered across the land, leaving your name in many places. A few years later, you heard news of Arthur. After pulling the Sword in the Stone, she quickly began recruiting soldiers and declared herself king. Thanks to her being King Uther's daughter, countless knights flocked to her banner. Intrigued, you decided to go see for yourself.

You arrived at Arthur's seat of power, a place called Camelot, just in time for the selection of the Knights of the Round Table. After years of wandering, you understood that one man alone couldn't change Britain's fate, so you decided to join the tournament.

The moment you stepped onto the field, Arthur, Kay, and Merlin recognized you. Some among the knights also recognized you as the famed White Knight.

Few knights dared to challenge someone of your renown, so you passed the trial with ease. The subsequent selection was even simpler, and you breezed through.

You also learned that only a handful—barely a dozen—had passed this time.

After the selection, you were summoned directly to Arthur's office.

Inside, Arthur, Kay, and Merlin were already waiting.

Kay greeted you with a big hug, while Arthur welcomed you warmly.

But you found yourself staring at Arthur's face, sensing something off, though you couldn't quite place it.

Merlin, seeming to read your thoughts, deftly redirected your attention, keeping you from dwelling on Arthur.

Under Merlin's words, you were easily drawn away. He described Britain's dire situation—beset by internal strife and external threats.

Within, the Usurper King Vortigern rampaged, countless petty kingdoms and bandits ran rampant; without, the Saxons lurked in the north, waiting to strike. The land was full of holes.

You all grew serious as you realized the gravity of Britain's state.

You mentioned your past encounter with Vortigern, noting his overwhelming strength and advising against engaging him now. Arthur's power was still budding—striking at Vortigern required the strength to do so. The priority was unifying the realm and repelling the Saxon invaders. Only then could they consider dealing with Vortigern. With their current strength, facing him was impossible.