Chapter 83: Who Is He!?

As dusk approached, falling leaves carried messages.

They swept across the Gorse Plain and over the Golden Iron Curtain standing at its end. They traversed the long yet brief night of rebellion.

Finally, they drifted down before the chalk-white colossal city. This was the capital of Britannia, a giant chalk-white city capable of housing three million residents, Winchestor.

At this moment—

Within the vast academy known as the Clock Tower, a landmark building in the inner second ring of the capital, specifically in a classroom of the Divination Department.

"Huh?"

"Massive magical energy detected gathering outside the capital. Wait, this movement is..."

A group of mages stared at a celestial sphere composed around a giant Rune as its core. Upon seeing the crimson marker appear on it, they couldn't help but reveal looks of shock.

"Wait, this is, this is... bad! A Divine Construct has appeared!"

"Quick, sound the Clock Tower alarm, notify all districts, full city alert!"

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The Clock Tower in the inner second ring rang six consecutive times. The grand chimes reverberated throughout the entire city. Within the giant city, countless people looked up in astonishment upon hearing the bells. Among them, some quickly changed their expressions, recognizing the meaning behind these six consecutive chimes.

All Masters in the city, regardless of whether they were on leave, returned to their posts. Residents began to move orderly into underground shelters.

Meanwhile, individuals of Demi-Hero rank and above unconditionally dropped all their current affairs and converged towards the highest administrative center of the capital, the tallest building in the city, known as the Silver Crown Royal Court.

Soon, a group of mid to high-ranking Britannian figures arrived at the Silver Crown Royal Court within the tower, gathering in the Obsidian Hall where royal court matters were discussed.

Duke Edward II of Cornwall, who was presiding over the meeting and temporarily overseeing capital affairs, waved his hand with a solemn expression.

He ordered several mages from the Clock Tower's Divination Department to perform the spell [Synchronicity Observation] in the center of the hall, projecting the surroundings of the capital as a holographic map before the high-ranking officials.

Looking at the red pillar of light on the southwest side of the map, which directly pierced into outer space, Edward II clicked his tongue and said:

"This... this level of magical energy, and the characteristics of this Age of Gods Aether, it certainly looks like a Divine Construct. However, this Noble Phantasm wasn't directly deployed over the capital."

"What happened in that place?"

"Are our troops still there, are they still alive?"

"Did they somehow force the King of Conquerors to unleash his Divine Construct?"

The mid to high-ranking figures and knights commanding various battle groups in the Obsidian Hall exchanged glances, looking utterly bewildered by this sudden event.

After all, such a thing was too fantastical.

Even the legendary King Uther himself couldn't make the Divine Construct held by the King of Conquerors appear. With King Uther now dead and all of Cornwall fallen, you suddenly tell me that this kingdom's pinnacle power was forced out by a scattered, routed army?

A Divine Construct refers to the most powerful Noble Phantasm within a nation. Just like there was such a Divine Construct within the Britannian capital at this very moment—

It was the spear that no one could pull out, no one could unleash, the spear that even King Uther, the only legendary monarch among the Britannian kings, was rejected by: the Holy Spear Rhongomyniad.

"Regardless, let's first observe the specific situation!"

At this moment, from the Church's side, the Archbishop of Canterbury shook his head helplessly, stepped forward, and touched the holographic map. He infused a vast amount of magical energy, dispelling the anti-magic concealment created by the army, and displayed the events happening there in real-time before everyone.

Thus, all the high-ranking officials in the capital saw—

On the scorched earth of the Gorse Plain, the golden-haired young knight confronting the King of Conquerors!

He merely stood there, and they merely observed from dozens of kilometers away.

But all present were simultaneously shaken. They all, as if by prior agreement, felt an overwhelming kingly aura surging from that golden-haired young knight!

The high-ranking officials of the four factions in the capital—the Church, the Nobility, the Royalty, and the Knights—all looked at that noble and resolute figure.

Among them, Sir Ufias, the leader of the Britannian Knights and a trusted general of King Uther, stared intently at that figure, asking those around him with a hint of excitement:

"Wait, this knight actually led the routed army to break through to the Gorse Plain, so close to the capital, just a step away from us?"

"Who is he!?"

"On his body... why is there such a..."

Such words remained unspoken. With the Sword in the Stone ceremony to choose a king about to take place in the capital, even if Sir Ufias wanted to directly call him 'King,' uttering those words now could have unforeseen consequences.

Everyone present began whispering, inquiring about Suya's identity.

And the two standing at the forefront.

Duke Edward II of Cornwall and the Archbishop of Canterbury exchanged glances, both frowning.

As the only two high-ranking officials present who had personally experienced the events of that year and knew the true identity of Arthur Pendragon, a hint of killing intent flashed in their eyes simultaneously.

Just then, an excited voice suddenly echoed from a corner of the hall.

"Sir Ufias, I know!"

Sir Ufias excitedly turned his head to see the brown-haired knight beside him, who spoke with a somewhat unrestrained demeanor.

"Oh, Sir Kay, do you know him?"

Kay laughed heartily:

"He's my younger brother, Arthur!"

"I never imagined this brat was still alive, and had accomplished such a feat!"

Kay immediately stepped out from the crowd and knelt before Sir Ufias, Duke Edward II of Cornwall, and the Archbishop of Canterbury.

"Duke, please allow me to lead the Knights to rescue my brother! To rescue these knights who broke through from the hellish battlefield!"

"We must never abandon our brother knights!"

Hearing this, Edward II and the Archbishop of Canterbury's expressions subtly changed, their hearts somewhat unwilling.

However, at this moment, a cool voice immediately rang out from the front of the crowd.

"Sir Kay, are you going to pretend you didn't see this?"

"This person has committed a grave crime!"

A young woman with long golden hair, dressed in a white-gold nun's habit, stepped out from the front of the crowd. She looked at Kay indifferently, then bowed slightly to the four figures at the head of the hall.

"He misused the royal banner! He used the blue royal banner that only the King of All Lands is entitled to use, and according to the kingdom's laws, he should be immediately executed!"

"Furthermore,"

"This is happening now, just as the King Selection Ceremony is about to begin, to choose the true King of All Lands who can rule Britannia."

Kay immediately refuted:

"Elizabeth, you and I both know this is merely a temporary measure to bring our knight brothers home! Even if he is guilty, he has also rendered meritorious service!"

"Absurd."

The Saintess, called Elizabeth, shook her head. She respectfully said to the four figures above the Obsidian Hall:

"Duke, concerning the kingdom's legitimacy, this matter should be decided by Princess Morgan le Fay."

Edward II nodded, about to seize the opportunity to agree.

However, at this moment, in the projected image, the golden-haired young knight took a step forward in his gauntlets, and then slowly raised his palm!

The next instant, the Divine Construct, which had been piercing straight into outer space, roared to life with his movement!