“Arthur, you shouldn't do that. Lancelot is a good man, he deserves to be called a knight, he even saved me before! And he’s a nobleman!” The young squire Merlin complained as he helped the equally young Prince Arthur remove his armor. “You can't just throw him in the stables, that's what servants do!”

"Shut up! You imbecile! You're just a servant, you have no right to decide who gets the title of Knight!" The young prince threw his iron gauntlet onto a rack as he impatiently scolded. However, after finishing his reprimand, Arthur hesitated and feigned indifference to explain his previous heavy tone. "You better not let your father hear these words, he doesn't like servants discussing things they shouldn't."

Merlin was furious at himself for failing to select an outstanding knight for his prince. He paid no heed to the prince's reprimands and explanations. After all, Merlin was a seasoned veteran; he had angered Arthur's father, the renowned King Uther, countless times. Yet, oddly enough, the infamous tyrant, King Uther, had forgiven Merlin's transgressions time and again.

Of course, this was not out of kindness, but Merlin had a good teacher and a good friend. With the help of these two, Merlin was able to turn danger into safety every time, safely passing through crises. This also led to Merlin becoming bolder and bolder, even daring to forge noble certificates.

"By the way, Merlin. You mentioned that Lancelot was from a particular family, didn't you?" Arthur now recalled Merlin mentioning Lancelot's origins earlier, but he hadn't paid much attention at the time. He hadn't expected Merlin to introduce anyone particularly remarkable. When Arthur had agreed to let Lancelot undergo the test, it was simply out of gratitude for saving Merlin from the Griffin's maw. He never imagined that Lancelot would actually pass the test, even if his methods were a bit straightforward. Still, Arthur was willing to give him a chance."

Of course, Merlin wouldn't need to be told that. Arthur was afraid that Merlin would tell Lancelot his thoughts; if that were to happen, it would be cheating pure and simple. That wasn't what Arthur wanted.

In short, Arthur felt Merlin hadn't made a mistake this time, so he now needed to get to know Lancelot. If the latter truly possessed the qualifications, then Arthur was willing to accept him as a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

But this careless question suddenly startled Merlin. That's right, the claim that Merlin forged noble credentials was for Lancelot!

　　Lancelot was handsome, tall and strong, with an innate charm that was irresistible. Everyone who saw him fight couldn't help but marvel at his bravery and skill. In Merlin's eyes, anyone possessing all these qualities deserved to be a knight; if not Lancelot, then no one else in the world.

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But Lancelot had one problem: he was a commoner. A commoner whose family had been farmers for generations, and not a single ancestor in eight generations had ever even associated with the nobility.

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"He is the fifth son of Lord Losangbia." Merlin, though outwardly calm, was inwardly in a panic because he had made it all up. He could only hope that Arthur had never heard of the family. The reason Merlin chose this lineage for Lancelot was that he found the family to be too obscure and unassuming.

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Maybe it was because God heard Merlin's prayer, he actually made it through.

"Oh, Lord Lausanneby, is it?" Arthur seemed confused, but he kept up appearances as if he knew him well. He didn't want to be mocked by his friend and squire after all.

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Well, Arthur was a bit of a dunce... The guy's favorite thing from childhood to adulthood was swordplay. All these years, besides court etiquette which he managed alright, the only other thing he could do was barely read. How could he possibly remember all the noble families' crests and names? You see, the study of aristocratic crests is a whole field unto itself, with three books worth of information. Each book is at least as thick as a brick on the city wall. Arthur could use those books as shields, that's for sure, but asking him to memorize them all? Don't be ridiculous!

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Merlin and Arthur had only spent a few months together, but Merlin knew his personality very well. This simple-minded prince was even a little naive. Looking at Arthur's behavior, Merlin knew this matter was smoothed over.

As Arthur had no knowledge of this so-called Losangbya family, he naturally wouldn't pursue the topic further to avoid exposing his ignorance. Merlin, for his part, had no intention of continuing the conversation either, which was fortunate. The two men understood each other perfectly and refrained from discussing the matter any longer. After a brief cleanup, they went to the dining room together. Today, King Uther happened to be free and wanted to have a good meal with his son and daughter. So Arthur had made a special effort to return from the Knights of the Round Table earlier than usual.

As Arthur walked down the pristine corridors of the royal palace, he suddenly noticed that the roses in the garden had begun to bloom. Upon seeing this, Arthur came to a halt and turned his head to look at his squire.

"Merlin, what month is it now?"

Merlin was caught off guard by Arthur's sudden stop and almost ran into him. He was still thinking about how to help Lancelot at that moment.

“May? What’s special about May?” Merlin knew his prince was a simpleton who couldn't even tell the difference between a servant and a piece of clothing, oblivious to anything beyond fighting. So, he wasn't surprised that Arthur didn't know the date. He just wondered why he suddenly cared.

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"May... that means it's been ten years now, hasn't it, Kay..." Arthur didn't answer Merlin's question, but muttered to himself instead.

Merlin was a little surprised to hear Arthur suddenly utter a name. He had never heard the name before. Kai? It sounded strange. Just as Merlin was about to ask who this Kai was, Arthur silently walked forward.

Meilin saw Arthur, who was usually full of energy, suddenly become gloomy. She felt a sense of foreboding in her heart. After all, an energetic goofball like him could always find reasons to be upbeat. Besides sleeping, this guy couldn't possibly calm down. Now that he's like this... Could the apocalypse be upon us?

When they arrived at the restaurant, Meilin noticed that the atmosphere was a bit off. King Uther, Arthur, and Princess Morgana all seemed preoccupied. Although King Uther wasn't exactly a cheerful person, and their family dinners weren't usually lively, there was at least some sense of familial warmth. But today, the low pressure in the room felt thick enough to cut with a knife, like a storm was about to break.

Arthur idly prodded the food on his plate with his cutlery, staring intently at it without eating.

Then King Uther took his beloved golden goblet and drank deeply, leaning back against the high headrest, his eyes vacant as he stared ahead, lost in thought.

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And Princess Morgana, who was always a gentle princess with a warm smile, had lost her smile this time. She just stared blankly out the window at the newly opened roses, without saying a word.

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Throughout Camelot, it was known that Morgana was the most beautiful and kind princess in all of Camelot and the world. Her beauty could make birds in the sky lose their minds and fall from the heavens, leaving fish in the streams so mesmerized that they forgot how to swim. Her beauty could even cause the bright moon to hide behind clouds and make the most beautiful flowers feel ashamed and wither away.

More importantly, Princess Morgana was also renowned for her kindness. She was the only one who dared to advise King Uther, though her advice rarely had any effect, as Uther was a king obsessed with his name and reputation. But her kindness was enough to make everyone grateful to her; her good deeds in Camelot could not be recounted in three days and three nights.

She is the dream girl of all men and the object of envy for all women.

Merlin was no exception. Before he came to Camelot, Merlin had only lived in a small village and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was the daughter of the innkeeper at the east end of the village, a young woman with freckles on her face. However, the moment he saw Morgana when he first arrived in Camelot, Merlin understood that there were women in this world whose beauty rivaled that of the divine.

At that moment, Merlin forgot all about the tavern girl from East Village. Princess Morgana became his new dream lover.

Looking at his dream lover so despondent and heartbroken, Merlin couldn't help but...Merlin was just thinking, of course. He was just a servant, with no standing to comfort the princess, let alone anything else. As for King Uther and Arthur, Merlin didn't care.

Uther was a cruel king, Merlin disliked him. Arthur...Arthur was an idiot, who would worry about him?

After a long while, it was Morgana who spoke first.

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“Father... is there really no news of Kai? No news at all?” There was a heavy hint of hopefulness in her voice. Morgana hoped her father would give her a different answer.

This was the second time Merlin had heard this name today.

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King Uther looked down at his children, the stern and even grim expression that usually characterized him softening in this moment. It was replaced by a profound sadness, a tenderness he rarely showed. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but finally shook his head wearily.

Morgana closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side and covering her face with her hand.

Arthur, however, raised his head and spoke in a booming voice, "Galahad will be fine! He must have been delayed for some reason! He is the strongest knight! No one can defeat him! Not even death!"

Arthur's eyes were filled with determination.

King Uther desperately wanted to comfort his children, but the words wouldn't come out. He was also hedging his bets, for compared to his children, he had spent the most time with Kay. He didn't know what others thought, but he knew in his heart that he always treated Kay as his son, even as if he were Arthur himself.

But as a king, as a father, he also had to let his children know what reality was, so King Uther was very conflicted...

Just as King Uther was about to make his decision, the bells of Camelot suddenly began to ring. As the king of Camelot, he naturally recognized it as the sound of the bells on the city walls. This meant there was an attack!

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