Bab 80: Ascended the Throne
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Before Artoria could find the right words, Artorius spoke.
"I don't have time to mourn, Father. I must continue my grand plan."
He stood up, raised his head, and looked at Artoria seriously.
"Please pass the throne of Britain to me."
"..."
"Your Highness, what are you saying?!"
"What on earth is going on?!"
"Even if Sir Galahad sacrificed himself—"
Upon hearing Artorius utter these words, the Knights of the Round Table around him started to discuss among themselves. Almost everyone was confused, unable to grasp what had actually happened.
Some of them, who were quicker to react, seemed to have some idea but couldn't fully comprehend it. On the other hand, the slower ones wore bewildered expressions.
Although they had held great expectations for the prince, this situation of ascending to the throne and even voluntarily requesting his 'father', the current king, to step down left many people perplexed.
And yet, that wasn't the most confusing part.
The most surprising and perplexing thing was that after Artorius spoke those words, Artoria didn't immediately rebuke him with anger like—"Traitor, what are you saying?!" or "Are you plotting treason?!"
If she had indeed said such things, at least one-third of the people present would have obediently followed her and engaged in a clash of swords against the prince.
Instead, she only looked at her beloved son with a slightly astonished gaze. It was a gaze that definitely didn't convey disappointment or any negative emotion. It even held a hint of relief.
"Artorius, you..."
"In my long life, the more I pursued my desires, the more unsatisfied I became." Artorius looked earnestly at his mother and reached out to hold her delicate hands.
"Sir Galahad made me realize, Father. He made me understand that there are limits to ambition."
"So, Artorius, what are you trying to express?"
"...From this day forward, I will be a savior!"
"..."
Upon hearing Artorius speak these words and observing his gaze, Artoria confirmed that he was being truthful. He hadn't deceived her, acted on impulse, or been guided by any chaotic influence.
He had arrived at the most correct conclusion through his own contemplation. That was to become the savior of Camelot, Britain, Gaul, Germania, Rome, Europe, and all the people. He will become more than just a ruler.
From this perspective, his grand plan had not changed, and Artorius remained an ambitious person. However, he had transformed his greatest ambition from mere material and carnal desires, as well as any other dark cravings driven by selfishness, into the luminous and sacred goal of 'saving the world'.
Previously, his goal of saving the world by conquering Europe was mostly a pretense to cover his real desires, but now it had become a tangible reality.
He would no longer evade his responsibilities, wander aimlessly, worry, or feel dissatisfied.
After confirming all of this, Artoria's tears welled up, and her heart filled with excitement, like typical parents witnessing their child's growth.
"I understand."
Amidst the discussions of the Knights of the Round Table, Artoria spoke.
"You have always been more excellent and suited to be king than me. My child." She said this while extending her hand, gently caressing Artorius's cheek.
Afterward, Artorius let out a slow breath and knelt down before Artoria.
"We should return and have the Archbishop of Canterbury crown you." Artoria couldn't help but say, observing Artorius's demeanor.
"I would prefer to receive the crown from the hand of my respected father."
Due to various circumstances, Artorius had no favorable opinion of the Church. That's why he said this to her.
"..."
"Very well, I understand."
Artoria nodded, then removed the golden crown from her own head.
"I entrust it to you, along with Britain."
As she spoke those words, the discussions among the Knights of the Round Table grew louder. Meanwhile, those who didn't belong to the Knights of the Round Table were lost in thought.
For the cannon fodder brought here without much thought, they can be disregarded. Even the curious locals who gathered due to the commotion caused by the radiance and the gathering army can be overlooked.
The ones truly worth paying attention to were the Roman officers stationed there and a few scouts from the Kingdom of Burgundy. They were astonished, curious, and apprehensive.
Before long, this significant political event would surely spread among the nations.
Meanwhile, on Merlin's and Morgan's side.
The former smiled, still maintaining a light and annoying demeanor.
However, upon closer inspection, one could discern a hint of 'humanity' appeared in his eyes, a gentle warmth.
Yet, it was unclear whether this trace of human warmth was an instinctive imitation or something genuinely possessed by him. Perhaps even Merlin himself was unsure.
Meanwhile, Morgan's expression was one of great excitement, even happiness.
It was the kind of look that could be easily deciphered at first glance, as if it were as simple as reading a child's mind, surprising anyone who knew Morgan's true nature.
She was actually delighted by Artorius's coronation.
Despite her profound regard for Britain's monarchy, treating it as her own possession, and always wanting to reclaim it from her sister, she now willingly handed it over and appeared so happy. Since meeting Artorius, her mind had become more bizarre.
Those who noticed this couldn't help but shudder with her bizarre mind... if they were able to perceive it.
For everyone, like Morgan, their attention was solely focused on 'Arthur and Artorius', the 'father and son'.
They watched as the King of Knights, acting as a father, placed the crown upon Artorius's head.
"You shall inherit all of my power in Britain. This includes the Knights of the Round Table, all the treasures in my treasury, the noble warhorses in the royal stables, and everything else that rightfully belongs to a king."
After Artoria uttered these words, Artorius slowly rose to his feet. This time, it was her turn to kneel before her beloved son and pledge loyalty to him.
Witnessing this scene, the Knights of the Round Table, who held absolute loyalty to Artoria in their hearts, couldn't help but shed tears.
"Why must the King abdicate? Doesn't that render all our efforts meaningless?"
"No." It was Bedivere who spoke these words, "This is the passing of the torch! The Pendragon Dynasty has completed its succession!"
At this moment, the sun had already risen, and its golden rays broke through the clouds, casting a direct light upon Artorius, enveloping the former prince and former king in a golden sheen.
Observing this spectacle, the knights began to pay their respects. They made the sign of the cross over their chests and then knelt before Artorius Pendragon—their new king.
Gawain, Lancelot, Lamorak, Bedivere, Tristan... one by one, knights with formidable power and unwavering convictions knelt before Artorius, their new ruler and the master of their souls.
"Please rise, Father."
Artorius calmly spoke these words and extended his hand to help Artoria rise. From this day forward, she was no longer a king.
"Please rise as well, esteemed Knights of the Round Table."
Artorius addressed the knights with a clear voice. As they slowly rose, their eyes filled with anticipation and unease.
Artorius drew his sword and declared:
"With the dawn of this day, I ascend as the sovereign ruler of Britain, bearing the title of King!"
"To my noble comrades, the valiant Knights of the Round Table, I implore you to unite our strengths and rally behind me in our noble quest to rescue this world from perilous darkness."
"Together, let us forge a path toward a radiant future, unlocking the gates to a new era brimming with hope, justice, and prosperity. May our valorous endeavors echo through history, inspiring generations yet to come. For Britain, for honor, and for the world!"
""OOOHHHHH!!!""
""Long live the King!""
The resounding cheers echoed through the heavens.
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