My Sister is Arturia

"But without the prophet's cane, she can't be a great prophet at such a young age, right? It is said that Mr. Victor has already obtained the prophet's cane, and it will be publicly recognized soon."

"Yes, yes, the Great Prophet cannot belong to this little girl, right?"

The nobles' comments made Merlin frown. She stepped out from the sight of the nobles and shouted loudly: "I know, just prove it to you, right?"

"Wait, Merlin, how do you prove it? You can make others trust you just by turning the magic power into a robe?" Lancelot whispered behind Merlin, pulling at Merlin's clothes at the same time, as if he was very worried. Merlin would look bad at such an important moment.

"Ha, it's time for those guys who are chattering in my head to come out, I'm sorry I haven't told you all before." Merlin frowned, raised the great prophet's cane in his hand, and on the great prophet's cane The light flashed, and then a transparent soul wearing a tall hat floated out. The soul floated in the air, looking at the people around him with empty eyes, followed by the second, and the third... until , No.13.

Souls with different looks floated beside Merlin, their bodies exuded a faint glow of magic power, without any words or other superfluous movements, but seeing everything in front of them, some nobles who knew about this ceremony were already stunned. Looking at everything in front of him, Duke Putaitou opened his mouth, feeling a little dry.

"How, how come, this is the soul of the thirteen great prophets... This is really the staff of the great prophet..."

"Only those who have been recognized by the great prophets of all ages can summon the souls of the ancestors of the prophets, right?"

"Oh my god, it's really the great prophet's cane, it's such a young great prophet..."

"This is the No.14 real great prophet!"

"That is to say, what Don Quixote said is true, these two people are really the children of King Uther?"

"Are these the twins of the throne? Are there two people who can pull out the sword in the stone?"

The voices of the aristocrats’ discussions were shocking beyond words. The Duke of Putetou wanted to say something. His eyes swept across the crowd, but no matter whether it was the Archbishop Claudius, another member of the Council of Five, or the Knight of the Holy Sword, Obama, the other leader of the regiment, was no longer visible. The two of them seemed to have disappeared while taking advantage of the confusion when the situation was not right.

"I think, no one should question our identity now, right?"

After hearing the voices of the nobles talking, Arthur still maintained the posture of "Sword of Promised Victory", and took Artoria to take a step forward. The nobles who were nearer didn't even dare to breathe too much.

"As the new king of Britain, my sister Arturia and I accept the allegiance of all of you. I assure you that we will not pursue any hostile acts against us that occurred tonight. After all, this empire still needs you all. The help of the nobles also requires the recognition and allegiance of the remaining kingdoms. In addition to Wessex and Orkney in the south, the empire also needs Midland and Lancaster in the west and Northumber in the north. Lan and York's power."

Arthur's eyes swept across the nobles in front of him, including the princes and nobles of Midland, Lancaster, Northumberland in the north, and York. After they met Arthur's eyes, They all lowered their heads slightly.

"Then, I declare..." Merlin, who was holding the prophet's cane, took a step forward, and loudly shouted the words he had just obtained from the prophet's cane to the nobles in front of him:

"Arthur Pendragon, Arturia Pendragon, today become the twin kings of Britain!"

Merlin's cane stretched towards the sky, and a dazzling white light shone.

"God bless my king!"

Then, there was the voice of the nobles shouting in unison.

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Somewhere far away from Camelot, in a dark cave, the brilliance of magic power has not completely dissipated, and the golden armor is shining brightly. Excited people.

"Is it you ants who summoned me? Really..."

"The King of Heroes...Gilgamesh..."

A person swallowed tremblingly, looking at the man in front of him who was covered in gold, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the armor of the man in front of him, but in the next second, a long sword pierced through his armor. Body.

"Let this king who should be looked up to stand on the same ground as you? This disrespect... deserves death!"

The arrogant and aloof king said so with a look of contempt.

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no.348 The Beginning - The Age of Kings

When the winter sun poked its head out from the white belly-like sky, the weight of history was revealed in the mist. The ancient city walls were submerged in the smog, and the closed city gates made the people of the surrounding villages who had been waiting outside Some uneasy.

The noise of the commotion in the city of Camelot last night, the flames, and at the highest castle, Camelot, the capital of Britain, soared into the sky. After a night of burning houses, it stretched from the slums to the commercial The chaos in the area was finally stopped by the city's garrison and the contestants from all over the country to participate in the King's Tournament, and everything that happened seemed to be for the most eye-catching thing in Camelot Castle. The place, the most tragic gift made at the moment of divine brilliance.

And when everything ended in the morning light, exhausted soldiers leaned against the corner of the wall, wounded people wailed meaningless words, confused merchants stood in front of burning houses and watched their life's hard work turn into ashes with dull eyes. And in the sad city, in the gray silence, knights on horses, holding the flags of the Pendragon family and the British Empire, shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city immersed in the sad atmosphere, wearing metal The armored tall horse, the sound of galloping made everyone's eyes focus on the knight.

The knight's footsteps stopped on the square full of crowds and soldiers. The knight's face was full of uncontrollable excitement, and he raised the temperament of the Pendragon family and the British Empire:

"God bless Britain, the sword in the stone has been drawn! Arthur Pendragon and Artoria Pendragon, the new kings of Britain! Arthur Pendragon and Artoria Pendragon, the new King of Britain!"

Without even the slightest explanation, this knight, under the shocked eyes of others, raised his temperament, with the horse between his legs, and galloped towards other parts of the city amidst the neighing, conveying the news. It was sent to more places, and at the same time, more knights were running around in every corner of the city, and there was also a team of knights who ran out with the order of the newly appointed King of Britain, and the sword in the stone had been pulled out. message to farther afield.

After learning the news that the sword in the stone had been pulled out, the people in the city shouted together, "God bless Britain, God bless the king" resounded in various places throughout the city.

In the castle of Camelot, Callahan was lying on the window of the tower with a curious expression on his face. Looking down from the window, he could see the cheering crowd below, and he could vaguely hear people shouting However, the scene of excited celebration like a festival is a bit incompatible with the slightly dilapidated and chaotic city.

"Why, why are these people so happy when they know that the Sword in the Stone has been pulled out despite being attacked? Could it be that they, like Garahan, like Brother Arthur and Sister Artoria, so seeing Ya Will Brother Se and Sister Artoria be happy to become the King of Britain?"

The gown on Karahan's body lying by the window already looked a little dirty. It was the gown she wore during the battle last night, and she hasn't had time to change it yet. The small blue shield is on her back. Standing beside Garahan was Bedivere. The battle last night made Bedivere look a little tired now.

"Regarding this point, although there is nothing wrong with liking, it should be different from Jialahan's liking..." Bedivere thought for a while, and it seems that Jialahan's statement is not too wrong: "However, You can understand it as the love the subjects have for the emperor, and the birth of a new British king means new hope for the empire."

Listening to Bedivere's answer, Jialahan wrinkled his nose a little, and still didn't seem to understand it, but anyway, everyone likes Arthur and Artoria, Jiala Han thought so in his heart.

"It's almost time, Jialahan. It's okay if we don't go back to the meeting. It's almost over here when we come out to get some fresh air and go to the toilet."

As if taking care of his little sister, Bedivere opened the door of the room and spoke softly to Jialahan.

"Yes! Got it." Galahan replied to Bedivere energetically, and then followed Bedivere out of the room.

All the way through the passage of the castle, the entire castle seemed a little deserted, only in certain stairways would there be guards in armor to handle the handles, and those patrolling guards saw Garahan and Bedivere coming, They will immediately stop and stop to salute.

Obviously, these originally belonged to Arthur and Artoria's companions, the knights of the Knights of the Round Table, and now they have gained a high reputation among the guards of Camelot Castle. King Arthur is very close to the girls, how do you know which of them is the future queen?

Soon, Galahan and Bedivere came to a hall. The door of the hall was open. The spacious hall was supported by twelve pillars on the left and right sides. The roof is pulled apart, along the long red carpet in the middle, and there are two stone thrones at the end. The appearance of the two thrones is different. The appearance of the throne in the center is quite plain, while the one on the side is slightly sideways. The throne was obviously added later temporarily. Compared with the plain central throne, that throne looks more gorgeous.

Obviously, these two thrones are intended for the new emperors of Britain, Arthur and Artoria, but at this moment, neither Arthur nor Artoria are sitting on the throne.