"How about it, do you care?" Merlin asked.
"Why would I? Rather, this is exactly what I want. Uther has truly given me a great gift this time."
Moran is now in the eye of the storm.
The phenomenon caused by King Uther's death is a lack of leadership, with the kings and nobles harboring their own thoughts.
But this is Moran's opportunity.
If King Uther were still alive, he would not have been able to become the center of attention so directly.
Although the current kings and nobles have not pledged their loyalty.
But that is not something to be concerned about.
"The other tribal kings and nobles are superficially flattering, constantly offering sweet words. In reality, they want us to take the blame for resisting Vortigern and the Saxons, and to gauge the strength of our army. At this point, still holding onto such petty infighting…"
Morgan wears a sarcastic smile.
She sees through the thoughts of those kings and nobles.
"What's wrong with that? Since they want to see it, let them witness it. If there are still kings and heroes who would oppose us after witnessing it, that would indeed be a blessing for Britain."
Moran looks at Morgan and smiles slightly.
This smile exudes a regal demeanor, effortlessly giving off a sense of calm and majesty.
"I see, my husband thinks this way?"
"Exactly. Three days from now, it will be time for a direct confrontation with the Saxons. At that time, the other kings and nobles will send troops to unite and fight against the Saxons with us. That is the opportunity."
Moran's gaze is not on the infighting within Britain.
At first, he did not see those kings and nobles as enemies.
If they were merely that level of enemy.
Then his battles thus far would be too devalued.
"Leave the communication to me.
I am also curious, how will you govern these kings and nobles with ulterior motives?"
Merlin smiles with keen interest.
To her, human lives are not important; only the stories written by humans matter to her.
"Such a wicked thought. You make me sound like a tyrant. Although I do not consider myself a benevolent and tolerant king, I will not commit such brutal acts.
The world operates on the law of survival of the fittest, and I am merely the one who happens to have the most suitable conditions."
Moran gazes at the horizon from the high wall.
The two women do not say much more.
They understand that the battle three days from now will serve as a clarion call, making the Saxons and the kings and nobles realize.
Only this man can give Britain hope.
[Three days later, at the Tintagel Frontline]
[This joint war is initiated by the kings and nobles, ultimately deciding to have you as the leader through discussion]
[This Tintagel is your capital]
[Approaching the Saxon army]
[With you, who possesses the most unfathomable power in current Britain, naturally, you must take on the corresponding heavy responsibility]
[The Saxons are stationed ten kilometers away on the plain]
[They are also preparing for battle]
[Soldiers led by various kings and nobles gather here]
[As you guessed, these kings and nobles are only bringing a small number of troops, completely lacking the intention to seriously participate in this war]
[They want you to bleed the most]
[After all, this is not their own territory; there is no reason to exert such effort for the king of a neighboring country]
[Being able to gauge your strength while consuming the Saxons without much loss is a win-win situation for them]
[Of course, you are not entirely isolated and unsupported]
[There are also King Leodegrance, King Rivalen, and other kings and nobles who come with the intention of providing you with strong support]
[Some indeed fear your royal might]
[But others offer their admiration for it]
"It seems my charm is still somewhat effective."
"King Leodegrance lending you a hand cannot be separated from Princess Guinevere whispering in his ear. The advice of a beloved daughter, combined with your own charm, is what achieves this effect."
Moran and Merlin arrive at the Tintagel frontline.
The two analyze the number of incoming soldiers through observation.
[The two ride in a luxurious carriage without a driver, pulled by a steed with golden horns]
[With scarlet eyes, its mouth full of fangs, making a growling sound]
[As if it is the embodiment of overwhelming power]
[Just gazing at it sends chills down one's spine]
[Without a doubt, this is the legendary magical horse, the Horned Beast]
[Such a thing appearing in a human army]
[Is simply an extraordinary phenomenon]
[The soldiers stationed in Tintagel, upon seeing the carriage enter, all cast looks of awe and admiration]
[Not feeling fear or unease due to the beast's magical nature]
[As if it were just an ordinary warhorse, something familiar to these local soldiers]
[However, the incoming soldiers do not think so]
[They instinctively swallow their saliva]
[Seeing this magical beast, they all raise their guard]
[Many of them become breathless, unable to imagine stepping onto the battlefield alongside such a monster]
[But the strangeness does not stop there]
[What Tintagel presents is not just the Horned Beast, but also giant magical puppets responsible for transporting bricks, bipedal dragons for transporting supplies, and sentinels floating in the air covered in tentacles—]
[This place is like a fortress of a demon king]
[As humans, they are rather the anomaly here]
"Of course, I know about King Leodegrance…"
Moran looks out the window of the carriage.
The figure of Guinevere appears in his mind.
He had reasons for not seeking out Guinevere earlier.
Guinevere is still very young now, and even Artoria has not yet reached five years old.
Moran did not plan to reveal himself just yet.
Looking at his young wife always brings about mixed feelings; he considers himself not perverse to that extent.
"Have you thought about how to face the future second queen?"
"You really know how to pick your questions."
"Hey~! Because it's interesting, I want to see what kind of attitude Morgan will show after knowing about this."
Merlin's playful nature was on full display.
While the soldiers outside were suffering due to the magical army of Tintagel, they were chatting as casually as if discussing everyday matters.
It was truly two completely different scenes.