Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 58 I will take off the crown
But King Uther's momentary kindness and guilt seemed to be just Kelar's illusion. His face was once again filled with the king's coldness: "Although I still have some human feelings, I must make this decision. I must step on Morgan and become the king of Britain."

"Because I am the king of humans, not the king of fairies. I have to consider the Celts living on the British Isles and must not let the fairies' plan succeed!"

"Otherwise, where will my people go? There is no room for human survival in the inner sea of ​​stars!"

King Uther stared at Kelar with sharp eyes, and for the first time, the majesty of a king was revealed: "Sir Kelar, you should know, right? Only the most determined will can make the most painful decision."

"Before dinner, I just talked with Arthur Pendragon about some topics related to the kingly way."

Calling Arthur, instead of Lily's nickname, represents that King Uther is talking to the future king from the perspective of a king.

"..." Kelar did not interrupt, but stretched out his hand to signal him to continue.

King Uther carefully observed Kelar's expression, and then he couldn't help asking, "Hmm? Sir Kelar, aren't you curious? What did I say to Arthur?"

"I'm not curious, to be honest..."

Kelar had a calm expression, and there was no expression on his handsome, god-like face. The dignity and indifference that emanated from his bones even gave King Uther the illusion that he, the king, was being looked down upon by the other party.

Or is it not an illusion?
But the next moment, this elegance that was so beautiful that it was not offensive was destroyed.

Kelar's face was flawless no matter how you looked at it, but he spoke with that equally perfect mouth: "It's none of my business, it's none of your business" - remember, this is my final interpretation of you British barbarians. "

"King Uther, you should know what my attitude is towards you and the whole of Britain, right?"

Kelar's tone was cold and harsh, and there was a kind of half-smile on his face. He seemed to be looking at you, but also seemed not to be. That gaze went deep into your bones, as if it penetrated your skin and saw your soul...

It's chilling.

If Artoria were here, she would definitely recognize that this was Kelar's very rare Saint-only mode. Seeing Kelar in this state, even Artoria didn't dare to say much and could only follow him closely and look up at him.

Kelar revealed undisguised arrogance, his eyes looked at King Uther, but his gaze was not fixed on him, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"King Uther, have you ever seen a human being?"

Kelar said slowly, "Altria, the future King Arthur, is my most perfect work. If she is easily led astray by a few words from you, the mortal king, then isn't that mocking my incompetence?"

"If this is the case, how can I still have the face to carry out the great cause of enlightenment?"

Kelar couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "King Uther, you underestimate me, Kelar, and you underestimate Altria Pendragon... You also think too highly of yourself!"

If anyone else had said this, they would have been dragged away and chopped to pieces, but the person in front of him was Kelar, so King Uther did not get angry. After all, the same words spoken by different people would have different consequences.

King Uther shook his head slightly, but he was not afraid of Kelar's distortion and danger. He was dying, and there was nothing in the world that frightened him anymore.

He did not agree with Kelar because the saint was too arrogant. He regarded "all mankind" as a whole, without distinction of hierarchy or strength, and regarded "humanity" as a tool to carry his own will.

It's just that, saint...

Have you ever seen a human being?
But I am willing to obey you, and I am willing to believe in you, because you are not an ordinary person, but divine.

"Ahem... maybe you are right, Kelar." King Uther coughed lightly. Facing Kelar's disrespectful and even insulting words, he said with a look of satisfaction: "If Arthur can really become the emperor you said, if she can really give Britain and the Celts a better future, then it doesn't matter if she doesn't remember the kingly way and experience of this 'mediocre king'."

King Uther was completely relieved. From beginning to end, he didn't mind Kelar's offense at all.

Because his purpose in talking to Kelar was only one from beginning to end, that is to confirm whether this British saint would be loyal to the future King Arthur.

As long as you get the answer you want, everything else is nothing more than a trivial matter!
Now King Uther was completely relieved. People like Kelar had a heart as strong as iron. Once they made a decision, they would never be shaken.

Morgan could not shake Kelar's will. Since he chose Arthur, he would never support Morgan as king again.

Kelar raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He knew that this was the last time he and King Uther would meet.

After sending King Uther away, Altria looked calm and did not show any sadness. Kelar said to her, "Lily, prepare your speech to become king! Your time will soon come."

King Uther, you are indeed a mortal king.

But you are not mediocre. You have exhausted your wisdom and tried your best to keep Britain stable as it is today and to enable Lily to succeed to the throne smoothly.

You who believe in the wisdom of future generations...

Perhaps, future generations are indeed worthy of trust.
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"Cough...cough..."

King Uther was lying in the majestic palace with a sick look on his face. He was surrounded by the Celtic lords under his command. Basically, they were either great nobles who ruled a county, or relatives of King Uther who were related by marriage.

"You...are all here...my most loyal subjects."

King Uther is on his last legs and could die at any time; his life span has come to an end.

But when he saw Merlin coming in with a sword in his hand, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, propped himself up without any help from others, and took the sword from Merlin with both hands.

His cloudy eyes still scanned everyone present with dignity, and he said, "At this point, are you still willing to obey my orders?"

All the nobles knelt on one knee in front of the dying king and said in unison: "Your Majesty King Uther, you are our king, the king of the Celts, and we are willing to obey your orders."

"I will take off the crown!"

King Uther nodded with a ruddy face and said, "Yes, the time to choose a king has come. My final prophecy is as follows!"

He stood up, stared at the sword in his hand, and said with all his strength: "Whoever pulls out this sword will be the King of Britain!"

After saying this, King Uther used up his last bit of strength and threw the sword in his hand. The sword flashed with dazzling light, which passed all the way over the eternal white city of Camelot. In front of everyone's witness, it finally stuck into a large rock on the outskirts of the city.

There is a line of words engraved on the stone:

"Only a king can pull the sword from the stone."

(End of this chapter)