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Chapter 800: Chapter 181: Merlin’s Idol Chapter 800: Chapter 181: Merlin’s Idol “——Sir Helquinn?!”

“It is actually…”

“No wonder he’s wearing the armor of the Holy Nation’s guards…”

As Arthur’s voice faded, the murmurs of the knights became a clamor in the ears.

Aiwass felt his heart gradually settle down upon hearing these murmurs.

Without a doubt.

Whether it was these Knights of the Round Table, or Merlin…

if it was indeed the same person from history roleplaying, then they would undoubtedly recognize Aiwass.

But their somewhat naive reactions were telling Aiwass that these people all came from the simulation by the Lord of Scalefeather, and there wasn’t an actual “real deal” like Arthur who had suddenly entered.

…How strange.

The Path of Authority does not focus on solitary fighting, just as Arthur’s victory was due to the power of unity.

Since Arthur did not bring the Round Table Knights, it showed that he did not regard this matter as very important.

So why would Arthur suddenly participate in the fishing activity arranged by the Lord of Scalefeather…

Aiwass was puzzled for a moment.

But he was clear about another matter—interacting with these still young lads was far better than encountering those Angel Envoys.

Just dealing with Arthur was troublesome enough, Aiwass wasn’t entirely sure whether he should continue to roleplay as Helquinn, or maintain his respect and courtesy towards the Silver-Crowned Dragon while keeping his distance.

The situation was like playing a role-playing board game, and suddenly discovering that your boss is at the same table…

This made Aiwass instantly feel somewhat at a loss.

But dealing with the Silver-Crowned Dragon was actually the lesser issue, as He was sufficiently silent.

If Aiwass said or did something inappropriate, at least it wouldn’t spread so easily.

If there were other Angel Envoys present, though…

Based on the “Law of Conservation of Embarrassment,” when Aiwass was no longer embarrassed, Merlin, who had previously seemed inscrutable, now became the embarrassed one.

Merlin scratched the back of his head, then involuntarily glancing at the expressionless Arthur, he finally bit the bullet and stepped forward.

He respectfully and politely removed his mage’s hat, bowed deeply to Aiwass, and said in the most standard Elvish Language:

“…My apologies, Sir Helquinn.

I did not know it was you.”

Clearly, for these young knights from the Helasal Empire, intent on confronting the Giants, Sir Helquinn was absolutely worthy of respect.

“No matter.”

Aiwass nodded slightly and gently responded, “I actually don’t know…

why I have come here either.

“By the way, Mister Mage.

How should I address you?”

“I am Merlin.”

The young mage in blue robes initially gave his name, but then his expression turned serious as he said, “Although I am indeed a mage…

I would prefer if you called me a knight.”

“——You could be considered a knight?”@@novelbin@@

Just then, another sneering voice came through.

He did not use the Elvish Language, but spoke in a language similar to that of Star Antimony.

…It seemed that Star Antimony was the official language of the ancient Helasal Empire.

Aiwass recalled his history lessons while turning around, only to find that it was a rather unfamiliar knight.

He had a quite handsome face, with grey long hair tied into a braid.

He also shared the same silver-grey pupils as Arthur.

He carefully gave Aiwass a once-over, then turned his head to continue taunting, “I have never heard of a man who goes into battle without armor and can become a knight——what does everyone think, eh!”

“——Alright, you bastard!”

Merlin immediately became infuriated, switching to the Helasal dialect with an Elven accent.

He drew out a slender and exquisite short sword from his waist: “Mordred, let’s see what you’ve got, if you disagree!”

…Mordred?

Aiwass’s gaze was instantly drawn to this name, and he looked upward.

In theory, Mordred was the progenitor of the Moriarty Family.

Although there was no blood relation between them, and Mordred’s own bloodline had been utterly extinguished…

without a doubt, as the adopted son of Mordred, the first Moriarty was inheriting Mordred’s sacred will.

But in some ways, he could also be regarded as one of Aiwass’s ancestors…

“That’s fine.”

Mordred showed no fear of Merlin’s challenge, glancing quickly at Aiwass before puffing out his chest and speaking louder, “But don’t use spells—you claim to be a knight, right?

A knight doesn’t cast spells.”

He drew his strange long sword from his waist.

It was a rather hefty sword.

It had a round, thick, blunt, and heavy tip, and a blade that was thinner compared to the tip.

Although it was quite broad overall, it was thin in thickness.

This bizarre shape didn’t look like a sword at all…

It was more like a skateboard, or an extremely elongated water droplet.

Compared to Mordred’s sword, Merlin’s looked far too miniature.

If a regular two-handed sword was a cigar, then Merlin’s would be compared to a slim lady’s cigarette.

“I bet it’s still three rounds,” he said.

“Four rounds!

I’m sure I can last four rounds this time!”

“Come on, Merlin!

The more you fight, the braver you get, the more you fail, the more you fight!”

The other knights evidently didn’t have much faith in Merlin’s odds either, as they all erupted in raucous noise.

Aiwass looked somewhat astonished at Arthur.

Seeing that Arthur was indifferent to this, even crossing his arms in enjoyment, Aiwass then realized that this was a normal situation that didn’t need attention.

Merlin, his face flushed, pushed up his monocle and, with a serious expression, began the duel with Mordred.

But in only four rounds, Mordred’s skateboard sword gently slapped Merlin’s face, and soon after, the slender sword in his hand was easily flicked away by Mordred.

Throughout the process, Mordred only used one hand and didn’t even resonate with the Path.

And as the sword spun out of his hand, another reached out from the air and caught it directly.

Given its delicate and slender nature, if it had flown out and stabbed into the ground, it would likely have damaged the blade severely.

Luckily, it was caught midair, which was a relief to Merlin.

“Don’t bully Mage Merlin, Lord Mordred.”

A calm voice sounded, “Are you proud to defeat a mage with the swordsmanship I taught you?

Have you finished reading the book I gave you?”

That dazzling and bright golden hair, as well as the calm and stern face, immediately made Aiwass think of the Great Guardian.

“I am a knight…”

Merlin whispered in defense as he took his companion sword from Gavin’s hand.

“…I know, brother Gavin,” said Mordred in a low voice, while elbowing Merlin, who then elbowed him back.

“Mordred!”

Gavin suddenly scolded in a stern voice.

Although Gavin only scolded Mordred, Merlin also became well-behaved along with him.

It was as if two children caught fighting by a teacher were being scolded in the office.

It was then that Aiwass realized…

these knights might be even younger than he had imagined.

“Don’t call me brother.

Under the king’s command, you should address me as Lord Gavin,” corrected Gavin earnestly.

“Don’t disgrace the king and our mother.”

“…King?”

Aiwass was a bit confused.

When he heard Merlin speak of “my king,” he thought he had heard it wrong or misunderstood.

Now it seemed…

the king really was King Arthur?

So, did Arthur ultimately pass the throne to Lancelot?

No wonder the founders and the royal family were on equal standing in the beginning…

As Aiwass spoke in a slightly inaccurate Imperial language, the knights who were previously joining in the commotion suddenly became a fluttering mess.

They clearly didn’t expect this Elf Hero summoned by King Arthur to speak the human tongue.

“What are you all so surprised about?”

Merlin, half proud and half admiring, pushed up his glasses and looked up to say, “Sir Helquinn, before he set off on his last journey, was the legendary ‘White Knight’!

He traveled through human nations, eliminated many acts of injustice, and mediated numerous wars!

The most famous of which was the retribution war in the Parthian Ancient Country after the second Water Source War!

“After the second Water Source War, the rebelling slaves were suppressed again.

And the Benevolent Lords planned a premeditated massacre to clear out the insurgents and slaves altogether.

To prevent the Holy Nation’s humanitarian intervention, the Benevolent Lords pretended to fight a war among themselves and then conscripted the failed insurrectionists from the second war and the slaves who had aided them, sending them to the frontline under this pretext so these former comrades would kill each other until everyone perished in war.

“Sir Helquinn, sensing the truth in the details, judged this to be a hypocritical and unjust war, so he and his followers directly raided several oases, broke through the opposing slave legions front-on, and slew several Benevolent Lords who had orchestrated the massacre.

His actions deterred the other lords and averted a meaningless and disastrous war!

“To this day, the ancient nation of Parthia is more lenient with their slaves.

It isn’t due to their defeat in the second Water Source War, but because of Sir Helquinn and the Holy Nation’s deterrence!

“Even now, many people carry the name ‘Ibn Helquinn,’ meaning ‘child of Helquinn.’ It is a token of gratitude and remembrance for Sir Helquinn, the man who stopped that war!”

Merlin praised Helquinn without reservation.

Aiwass watched his face, flushed with excitement, and couldn’t help but feel how different this was from the Merlin he knew…

…Was Sir Helquinn Merlin’s idol when he was young?

Aiwass suddenly realized.