Chapter 58: At This Rate, Who’s the Real Arthur?!

Aslan casually pulled out the piece of metal he had touched underwater. Under the reflection of the starlight and aurora, the golden surface gleamed with a magnificent hue. But looking at its overall golden body, adorned with blue stripes and inscribed with fairy runes—it was so broad, it resembled a shield.

But this wasn't some kind of shield!

Once he got a good look at the object in front of him, Aslan found his expression impossible to describe. Wasn't this the "Avalon: The Everdistant Utopia"?! Why on earth had this sword sheath appeared here and now?! Sure, Avalon was eventually lost due to Morgan's schemes...

But didn't that happen after King Arthur defeated White Dragon?!

Why had the sword sheath been lost before his old man was even overthrown?!

Shocked to the core, Aslan's magic surged out uncontrollably, just like when he had first encountered magecraft. It wasn't that he couldn't control his magic—it was that his shock had made him drop all restraint and management of it.

As mentioned before, Aslan had a mysterious attraction to all kinds of weapons and gear—especially high-grade ones with powerful spirits. And now, the "Everdistant Utopia" in his hands was just such a high-level artifact. More importantly, it currently had no owner.

Watching the golden glow flicker as the sheath began forming a connection with him, Aslan lowered his gaze to the Sword of Glorious Victory hanging at his waist. Should he swap out its current sheath for Avalon? Honestly, compared to the grandeur of Avalon, his current sheath felt a bit too ceremonial and lacking in presence.

But...

Would this count as the Sword of Glorious Victory snatching away the "girlfriend" of the Sword of Promised Victory? Like saying, "You stole my spot in the past, and now I'm taking your resting place"?

No no no!!

This was not the time to be thinking about stuff like that! If the sheath was in his hands now, didn't that mean Artoria wasn't currently in her peak state? Everyone knew that when she finally went to defeat his good-for-nothing father, she wielded the Holy Spear, had the Holy Sword at her waist, and also possessed this incredibly powerful sword sheath—that's how she managed to win.

So if Artoria had already lost the sheath, how was she supposed to defeat his father now? If that White Dragon of a man actually won, history would completely change its course! What a joke! Aslan had zero interest in living in a world on the brink of being pruned. He didn't want the next trip to buy groceries ending with news like: "Arthur has fallen in battle."

He would have no tears left to cry if that happened.

As for why this sheath had ended up here—Aslan himself bore some of the responsibility.

It all started because he had become the first person to successfully steal a treasure from Camelot. That incident made Agravain realize that perhaps there were already many dissenters hidden within Camelot, prompting him to tighten control and inspections throughout the entire city.

Driven by this pressure, Camelot was quickly moving toward full-scale stability and maturity—which in turn made Morgan increasingly anxious. The merging of her personalities made her thoughts and emotions fragmented and volatile—sometimes kind and gentle, sometimes consumed by jealousy. Under the influence of this jealousy, the sorceress made a certain decision.

One that, originally, she wouldn't have made until after the White Dragon was defeated—when Artoria stood tall and revered by all.

But with Camelot growing more unshakable by the day, Morgan set her eyes on a specific opportunity: the days when the Knights of the Round ventured out to hunt, bringing back fresh meat and food supplies for the castle. On one such occasion, Artoria left Camelot with the knights, heading into the forest.

Morgan, as a member of the royal family and Arthur's older sister, naturally had her own eyes and ears within Camelot. Though the city had become strict and made it harder to obtain detailed intel, for Morgan, even scraps of information were enough.

While chasing a deer, Artoria got lost and spent a night aboard a boat. When she awoke the next day, she found herself imprisoned, and her Sword of Promised Victory was missing.

There was also a small arena built here, modeled after a Roman amphitheater. Morgan originally wanted to do it herself, but under the influence of her pure white personality, causing her to resort to this roundabout method of assassination.

The next day, Artoria was forced into a duel. Morgan had given her a fake Sword of Promised Victory, while secretly passing the real one to her opponent. During the battle, Artoria began to accumulate wounds—yet thanks to the sword sheath she still had, she managed to remain undefeated.

Morgan, having completed her scheme and preparing to leave, never expected that just as Artoria was on the verge of defeat, another Lady of the Lake would appear, silently casting a spell to return the real sword to her.

Thus, Artoria ended up winning the duel.

When Morgan learned her "cheap" sister was still alive, she was filled with fear and rage—yet also, inexplicably, a hint of relief. Even she didn't know where that feeling came from.

Later that night, Morgan transformed into a raven and silently flew into Artoria's room. Watching her sister peacefully asleep, Morgan's heart twisted into knots. Part of her wanted to strike immediately, but another voice inside kept stopping her, forcing her to take a more roundabout approach.

Each time this happened, she would curse the simulated personality fused with her, furious at how mere fragments of another self could influence her to this degree.

Her expression twisted, Morgan reached out as if to touch Artoria's face—only to suddenly turn away and instead grab the nearby Sword of Promised Victory. Maybe it was fate: in that moment of confusion and haste, Morgan accidentally pulled the sheath free from the sword.

She ended up throwing the sheath into the river, and then turned herself into stone to hide from Artoria's search afterward.

This brief encounter with her long-lost older sister finally caused Artoria to rethink her stance. Surely no real sister would go to such lengths just to spite her…?

Unfortunately, Artoria didn't have time to sort out her emotions.

Because shortly after, Merlin brought her urgent news—

Vortigern was preparing to make his move.