Chapters

The first voice was filled with arrogance and condescension: “My domain has fifteen thousand subjects. A small, desolate lord like

“You are… Kaelar? The Saint Kaelar?” The two nobles stared in disbelief, but under the compulsion of comparison, they could

In Avalon, Merlin was enjoying a leisurely chat with one of the leaders of the Faeries of the Lake, Viviane.

When Kaelar stepped out, Ector instinctively wanted to argue with him, but he managed to hold back. There were too

As Kaelar’s voice echoed across Maple Leaf Ridge, the atmosphere shifted. All the Saxons at work dropped what they were

“…” Silence fell. No one dared to claim that Kaelar’s “teachings” were useless. Even King Vortigern, for all his ruthless

“The masses shunned Saint Kaelar as something beyond human, but the Eternal King believed in him without doubt.” —From The

“I… I don’t… know. I really don’t know…” Nimue choked, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Kaelar stepped forward to

“I was going to do that anyway. Arthur is my disciple, after all.” Merlin couldn’t help but take credit for herself.

“Next group… Let’s see, I’ve already assigned most of the labor and crafts. Since you Anglo-Saxons are a maritime people,