In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"So--"

"I'll leave one more prophecy."

"The selection process will definitely continue."

"He who pulls the sword out of the stone will surely be the new king."

"No one can stop this."

58. The Irreversible Choice of Kings

Merlin's words struck a chord deep within you.

[Your innate affinity for chivalry has been lost: Enraged, you no longer adhere to any of the etiquette expected of a knight.]

Your sword has pierced Merlin time and again.

Every time, it goes straight for the vital point; every time, it targets the vital point directly.

This may be the most infuriating moment of your life—a magician you've just met tries to take away everything you and Morgan have worked so hard to build!

But fate continues to mock you.

Your swordsmanship is far from mediocre, yet you have no way to harm Merlin.

It's not that the opponent wasn't hit.

Instead, the fatal damage that should have been inflicted upon hitting the opponent "disappeared".

Ian stared at Merlin in front of him, realizing that this seemingly unkempt, even somewhat carefree person might be someone far beyond conventional understanding.

"You should also understand that this kind of method cannot harm me."

As Merlin spoke, he slowly backed away.

The sword, which had been embedded in his heart, was slowly pulled out of his body without being stained with any blood.

"You work very hard."

"But unfortunately, it's not worth much."

"Oh... I wouldn't say it's worthless, but let me correct my statement—"

Merlin used his thumb and forefinger to indicate a small space.

"It still has some value."

"At least you didn't make a complete mess of Camelot."

"..."

As Ian listened to these words, he nearly crushed the hilt of his sword.

However, Merlin didn't seem to care at all.

He patted the dust off his clothes and smiled slightly.

"It would be a waste of breath to say anything more."

"In short, that's pretty much how things are. There will always be people who can't accept it, but nothing will change."

"I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Merlin prepared to leave.

As he walked past Ian, he heard the other man's emotionless words.

"Merlin, one day you'll regret what you said."

"is it?"

Merlin continued walking forward without looking back.

"This is the first time anyone has ever said this to me."

More magic from Merlin has been activated.

Although you and Morgan may not want to admit it, Merlin has settled in Camelot as the court magician.

Of course, he only used this identity nominally.

In reality, he frequented more of Camelot's streets and alleys.

You ordered your children to keep a close watch on him and report any suspicious activity immediately.

But you soon realize that this is meaningless—because the message Merlin conveys is entirely different in the eyes of each of his children.

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

You and Morgan wanted to imprison Merlin, but found that this wouldn't create any effective restraint on him.

He always manages to appear where he feels he should be.

It seems that only the path of accepting the king's selection awaits you.

on the balcony.

Ian and Morgan stood side by side.

The moonlight was soft and warm, its silvery glow slanting down on the two of them, turning everything pale.

"Ian."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"us--"

Morgan looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the courtyard, bathed in moonlight and tinged with milky white.

"Have you tried everything?"

“Your Highness, not yet.” Ian squeezed Morgan’s hand. “We still have many ways to try.”

“But the selection of a king is already inevitable, isn’t it?” Morgan cut to the chase.

"..."

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Ian nodded very sincerely.

He could not deceive Morgan.

Time cannot be reversed.

They could not change everything that King Euthyne had arranged in the past.

This time, however, Morgan was not as frustrated as before.

What she was about to say seemed to be nothing more than a simple statement.

“Ian, I still don’t want to admit it.”

“Then, Your Highness—” Ian’s hand stopped on the sword at his waist.

"Perhaps we can think about it differently."

“The king’s choice cannot be destroyed, but the king may not be.”

"No, let's not do that for now."

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

"Let the children try out their individual talents first."

You and Morgan cannot prevent the arrival of the chosen one.

Merlin revealed the proof of the Red Dragon to everyone.

That was a sword blade embedded in the center of a rock—whoever could pull it from the stone would become the new king of Britain.

This title is truly tempting.

The knights were eager to try, their eyes gleaming.

You and Morgan are placing even greater hopes on your children.

But the result was not as good as expected.

Gareth was the first knight to try, but this order did her no good; the Sword in the Stone remained unmoved.

Amidst her defiant nagging, Agravain also made his own attempt.

However, he only touched the hilt of the sword slightly before immediately withdrawing his hand.

"I can't do it," he said.

After calming Gareth down, Gahoris also walked towards the sword in the stone.

[However, his ending was almost exactly the same as his sister Gareth's.]

Gawain is the most promising among them—you can tell from his physique alone.

He defered to the other knights until nearly sunset before making his first attempt to draw his sword.

However, Gawain's results were not ideal.

Everyone could see his utmost effort, but the sword in the stone remained unmoved as always.

"I'm sorry, Father, I've let you down."

“It’s alright, Gawain, this isn’t your problem.”

Ian appeared nonchalant, but his heart was in turmoil.

Since his children could not protect Morgan's long-cherished wish, he would protect it himself.

He began to fabricate a story in his mind about what would happen after he assassinated the king.

Pulling the sword out of the stone is far more difficult than it appears.

The knights' enthusiasm was gradually worn away—except for the feeling that they had let Gawain down.

He would still come to the sword in the stone at specific times to try it out.

However, this effort yielded no results.

The number of knights gathered before the chosen sword dwindled until only a lone sword remained, stuck in the stone seat.