Chapters

“Lords, I can no longer tolerate seeing a lowly creature like Vortigern defiling the throne and daring to call himself

Lancelot’s hands were filled with various weapons and tools—rails, pitchforks, scythes, clubs, stone pillars… One look and it was clear

For several years now, Merlin, under the direction of King Uther, had been spreading the idea of the prophesied king,

For a brief moment, Uther’s expression softened with a strange mix of affection and guilt, but Kaelar dismissed it as

“Uther, you selfish old bastard!” When Tiberius learned that Uther’s dying prophecy was to choose the next king through the

Blunt, utterly blunt! Ector’s words were as direct as a spear’s thrust—he didn’t know how to speak in circles. He

“Morgan… so you’re here too?” Uther, wearing his crown and with chestnut hair now flecked with gray, had just stepped

It wasn’t until he sensed the familiar surge of magical energy that Kaelar finally noticed the strange tension in the

The young, inexperienced sorceress had completely fallen behind in the political power struggles. Kaelar smirked but said nothing. He’d known

Kaelar almost burst out laughing. In the original timeline, even the ever-loyal Agravain believed that little Artoria, his young aunt,