The Irreversible King Selection

[Merlin's words stimulated the depths of your heart.]

[Talent Affinity·Chivalry has been lost: Angered, you no longer pay attention to any etiquette that a knight should follow.]

[Your sword pierced Merlin again and again.]

[Every time it went straight to the point, every time it went straight to the point.]

[This may be the most annoyed moment in your life—a magician you met for the first time wants to take away everything you and Morgan have painstakingly accumulated!]

[But fate is still mocking you.]

[Your swordsmanship is by no means mediocre, but there is no way to hurt Merlin.]

It's not that he didn't hit the opponent.

But the fatal injury that should have been caused after hitting the opponent "disappeared".

Ian stared at Merlin in front of him, realizing that this person who looked sloppy, even a little nonchalant, might be an existence far beyond conventional cognition.

"You should also understand that this kind of method can't hurt me."

Merlin said this while slowly backing away.

The sword that was inserted into the heart was pulled out of his body little by little, but it was not stained with any blood.

"You worked very hard."

"But it's a pity, it's worthless."

"Oh... it's not that it's worthless, I correct my statement—"

Merlin used his thumb and index finger to compare a small space.

"It's still a bit valuable."

"At least you didn't mess up Camelot."

"..."

Ian listened to these words, and the hilt of the sword in his hand was almost crushed by him.

But Merlin didn't care about this.

He patted the dust on his clothes and smiled slightly.

"It's a bit of a waste of words to talk about it."

"In short, that's about it. There will always be people who can't accept it, but nothing will change."

"Goodbye."

After saying these words, Merlin was ready to leave here.

And when he walked past Ian, he heard the other party's emotionless words.

"Merlin, one day I will make you regret what you said."

"Is that so?"

Merlin continued to walk forward without looking back.

"This is the first time someone has said that to me."

(T/N: You will realise soon merlin soon).

[More magic from Merlin has been activated.]

[Although you and Morgan don't want to admit it, Merlin has taken root in Camelot as a court magician.]

[Of course, he only uses this identity in name.]

[In fact, he appears more in the streets and alleys of Camelot.]

[You ordered your children to keep a close eye on him, and report any disturbance as soon as possible.]

[But you soon realized that this was meaningless—because in the eyes of each child, the information revealed from Merlin was completely different.]

[You realize that your children may not be able to see through Merlin's magic at all.]

[You and Morgan wanted to imprison Merlin, but found that this could not form any effective restraint on him.]

[He can always appear where he feels he should appear.]

[What awaits you seems to be the road to accept the king's election.]

On the balcony.

Ian and Morgan stood side by side.

The moonlight was melting, and the silver brilliance slanted on the two of them, dyeing everything pale.

"Ian."

"I'm here, Princess."

"We—"

Morgan looked at the sea of flowers in the courtyard that was dyed milky white by the moonlight.

"Have we tried all the methods?"

"Princess, not yet." Ian held Morgan's hand. "We still have many ways to try."

"But the king's election is inevitable, right?" Morgan hit the nail on the head.

"..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ian nodded very sincerely.

He couldn't deceive Morgan.

Time cannot be reversed.

They also couldn't change everything that King Uther had arranged in the past.

But this time, Morgan at this moment was not as depressed as before.

What she was about to say seemed to be just a simple sentence.

"Ian, I still don't want to admit all this."

"Then Princess—" Ian's hand stopped on the sword at his waist.

"Maybe we can change our mind."

"The king's election cannot be destroyed, but the king may not be so."

"No, not yet."

Morgan gently moved Ian's hand from the hilt of the sword to her waist.

"Let the children try their respective talents first."

[You and Morgan cannot avoid the arrival of the king's election.]

[Merlin announced the proof of the Red Dragon to everyone.]

[It was a sword stuck in the center of the rock—as long as you can pull this sword out of the stone, you can become the new king of Britain.]

[This title is really tempting.]

[The knights were eager to try, their eyes glowing.]

[You and Morgan placed further hope on your children.]

[But the result was not as good as expected.]

[Gareth was the first knight to try, but this order did not bring her any benefit, and the sword in the stone did not move.]

[In her unconvinced quarrel, Agravain also tried his own.]

[But he just touched the hilt of the sword and immediately retracted his hand.]

["I can't do it." he said.]

[After Gareth calmed down, Gaheris also walked towards the sword in the stone.]

[But his ending was almost exactly the same as his sister Gareth.]

[Gawain is the most promising of them—you can feel this from his physique.]

[He gave way to other knights, and didn't start his first sword-drawing attempt until almost noon.]

[However, Gawain's result was not ideal.]

[Everyone can see his best efforts, but the sword in the stone is still as motionless as ever.]

"Sorry, father, I disappointed you."

"It's okay, Gawain, it's not your problem."

Ian said it lightly, but his heart was already turbulent.

Since the children cannot protect Morgan's long-cherished wish, then he will protect it.

He began to fabricate the rhetoric after assassinating the king in his heart.

[Pulling out the sword in the stone is much more difficult than it looks.]

[The enthusiasm of the knights was gradually worn away—except for Gawain, who felt that he had failed your expectations.]

[He will still come to the sword in the stone to try at a specific time.]

[But this effort did not bring any results.]

[The number of knights gathered in front of the selected sword is getting smaller and smaller, and finally only a lonely sword is left inserted in the stone seat.]

[The king's election seems to have come to a standstill.]

[But you dare not take it lightly and still pay attention to all this day and night.]

[Until this day, a familiar figure appeared in the city.]

[That's Artorius.]