Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 35: The Vow is Hard to Keep, the Saint's Promise is in Vain

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Morgan was also silenced by Kelar's bold response. Kelar was very slick before, and he looked like he wanted all the benefits. He had never expressed his attitude so clearly as he did now.

Morgan couldn't help laughing and said, "How dare you say that? Aren't you afraid that I will make trouble? Even King Uther didn't dare to persuade me to submit to that little girl Altria, and you actually said that?"

“It’s not about surrender, but about coexistence.”

"Morgan, give up. Fairies cannot defeat humans. Although the original owner of the British Isles was indeed a fairy, humans are now in de facto control of the island."

Kelar sighed, "Let's not talk about the friendship between Lily and me. Just based on my human identity, it is impossible for me to help a fairy king. This is not only the position of a subject, but also the position of a human being."

"The Age of Gods has ended, and so has the Age of Fairies. In Europe, when the Son of God passed away, the divine authority in heaven was handed over to humans. It's time for the fairies in Britain to learn to let go."

"I see... Kai, thank you for being so honest."

Unlike what Kelar had imagined, Morgan did not get angry. She was silent for a moment and then said, "In that case, I will not get involved in the disputes between you humans."

"I have to go back to Avalon. See you again if we are lucky, Kelar."

"See you again if we're destined to, Morgan. See you again if we're destined to, Witch Sister."

Kaila paused, took down the edgeless sword hanging on the wall, and handed it to Morgan: "This is the holy sword that bears witness to the merits of Wu Kaila's teachings. It is called the "Sword of Truth", symbolizing the absolute correctness of Wu Kaila's truth."

"Since you fairies all have the habit of collecting treasures, I will give you this sword before you leave, so that our meeting and acquaintance will not be in vain."

After Kelar finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a little desolate. He knew that this might be a real farewell.

What Morgan said sounded nice, but in fact it was equivalent to returning to the pure fairy identity, like the nine fairy queens of Avalon, staying on the other side of Avalon and never setting foot in the mortal world again.

Morgan took over Kelar's sword. The bladeless sword, which was blessed with a large amount of legendary power, had already begun to transform into a treasure. Morgan couldn't help but exclaimed: "It is really a genuine holy sword, not inferior to the Star Holy Sword made by the fairies."

"When you come to Avalon next time, I will give you the Holy Sword of the Stars... but that sword may not belong to you."

The Sword of Promised Victory is the holy sword that must belong to King Arthur. Anyone can hold and keep it for him, but there is only one owner of this sword.

Morgan left. The person who helped Kelar the most finally left.

This is the position. Everyone has their own position. If Morgan gives up her position so easily, she is no longer Morgan.

Kelar has been trying to repair the relationship between Morgan and Altria, but life is full of disappointments and there are always unfinished business, so all he can do is try his best.

On the other side, in the witch's cabin in Maple Ridge, Morgan's figure suddenly appeared here. She was holding the Sword of Truth given to her by Kelar in her arms. She took a deep breath and took out a piece of paper with a slight tremor.

It was a page hastily torn from a book, the product of Morgan's accidental prophecy in Kelar's study.

Morgan's prophecy is called the Law of Surprise. It is completely unpredictable when and how it will be activated, but it will bring Morgan more or less, good or bad predictions.

The prophecy Morgan received was only a very short sentence.

【It is difficult to make a vow, and the saints make empty promises. 】

To be honest, Morgan rarely gets such clear predictions. Most of the time, the predictions he gets are like those from the Riddler, and he needs to guess whether they are good or bad. In other words, the clearer the prediction, the higher the accuracy and the greater the probability of it happening.

"Kai, you will betray your promise to me, right?" Morgan held the holy sword in his arms, shook his head stubbornly and said, "I don't believe it. This prophecy must be false."

"Kay, I won't let it happen."
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After Morgan left, Kelar sat for a while, then he pulled himself together again. He still had a lot to do.

The sound of ten thousand knights galloping on their horses resounded throughout the earth; even though Kelar was sitting in the castle, he could still hear the thunder-like sound.

He walked out of the castle and thought that the people from the royal capital came so quickly. Could it be that they rushed here without stopping as soon as they received the news?

This is normal. The future king is in Maple Ridge. If Kelar goes crazy, others will not go crazy with him. If Kelar is defeated and rescued back to the royal capital, he will definitely be in trouble. After all, concealing military intelligence is a serious crime.

But now it’s a different matter. In the face of Kelar’s ​​inhuman achievements, all faults seem insignificant.

Of course, ten thousand knights would not charge in so recklessly. Seeing that the people of Maple Ridge were living and working in peace and contentment, with the Ansa doing their jobs, Sir Hector subconsciously felt that something was wrong. But before he could give the order, Merlin had explained everything to him.

Finally, Merlin added, "Hector, I think you should not be so reckless. At least give Kelar some face in front of outsiders."

Merlin was sweating profusely. She couldn't just say that if she killed all the Ansa people she saw, Kelar would definitely teach her a lesson, right?

"What? What did you say?" Sir Hector's face turned red and his neck became thick. He was extremely excited and agitated. He shouted at the top of his lungs, so loud that he wanted everyone to hear: "My son, Kelar..."

"He defeated all 70,000 Angsa people by himself!!!"

"Kai...I...you...Merlin..."

Hector was so shocked and excited that he danced with joy for a long time, but he still couldn't organize his words. His deputy, another duke who supported King Uther, said, "Master Merlin, you didn't lie to us, did you? Is this really true?"

"Even that despicable white dragon that devours light and shadows can only defeat ten thousand enemies alone..."

The deputy couldn't help but question, "Although our Celtic warriors are generally stronger than those bastards, it's still too far-fetched to think that one person can subdue 70,000 people."

"Why isn't it true?"

Hector was unhappy with this. "My son, how can you not defeat 70,000 Ansas? Isn't King Vortigern a Celt? We Celts have always produced warriors. My son is destined to be a hero recorded in epics!"

Hector asked boastfully, "Master Merlin, please give me some more details. I still don't know what happened here."

"..." Merlin spread his hands and said, "Don't ask me. The battle was over when I came. Artoria arranged the prisoners in an orderly manner."

Seeing the Ansa people doing their jobs, Hector's joy was slightly reduced. He frowned and muttered quietly: "Why keep so many Ansa bastards? Even if we don't kill them all, at least kill half of them!"

Hector knew Kelar well, and he knew at a glance that there was no death here, which was definitely an order from Kelar.

However, even though he knew of Kelar's great power, Hector still did not approve of Kelar's benevolent policy of not killing him.

Sometimes, parents are as stubborn as a bull.

(End of this chapter)