"Understood, I’ll take care of it," Artoria said, pulling out her notebook to jot down Kaelar’s instructions. She was about to leave when Kaelar, feeling a bit uneasy, added a warning.
"Take more men with you this time. When a country is on the verge of collapse, troublemakers are bound to emerge. I have a feeling the Western Romans will try something."
Kaelar couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he said this. The Western Roman Empire, despite its decline, still held sway o...
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"A day that belongs to one person alone?"
Artoria stole a glance at Kaelar, who was busy sorting through his documents. Gathering her courage, she asked, "Kaelar, would you celebrate my birthday?"
To have someone celebrate her birthday, as a day belonging only to her...
She couldn't bring herself to finish the second part of her sentence. Though she was a Celt, Artoria's reserved nature made her even more restrained than the most polite Roman.
Kaelar didn't notice the ...
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These nobles were overthinking it. Vortigern wouldn’t kill them all.
Though the aristocrats who had been driven out of their lands were indeed useless in Vortigern’s eyes, they were still considered people—at least by his standards.
The freemen and serfs under their rule, on the other hand, didn’t even count as people in Vortigern’s eyes. He couldn’t care less what they thought.
To Vortigern, what mattered most was bloodline and kinship, followed by nobl...
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【At 18, after two years of traveling, you return to Secluded Peak with Artoria. Having grown into a strong and impressive young man, you've reached the limits of your power. Without a major opportunity, you might never grow further.】
【At 13, Artoria's strength has already surpassed most first-rate Heroic Spirits. She can likely take on three to four Sir Ectors at once. However, she was still defeated by a brown-haired man beside Sir Ector.】
<...
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Even if they knew that Kaelar, the holy man of Britain, had defeated seventy thousand foes single-handedly, these oppressed people, ground down by countless ruthless lords, had developed a survival instinct: cunning, wary, and cowardly. To put it bluntly, they were like rats.
But Kaelar was willing to fight for them, to win for them...
A chance for their descendants to become human—not rats, but people.
Artoria’s cheeks turned red with frustration. “Kael, these people ...
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As the two spoke, a group of knights, clad in rare and expensive iron armor, charged down the street. Kaelar pulled Artoria aside, stepping out of the way.
Though the knights rampaged down the road, there were barely any people left on the streets. Many able-bodied Anglo-Saxons had perished at the Secluded Peak, and those who had returned were executed on Vortigern's orders. Each day, more fled, and the population was rapidly dwindling.
The knights dismounted and stood in the town...
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"Kael, perhaps it's for the best. I hope you can always remain this carefree..."
Artoria watched him for a moment before she skillfully gathered firewood and prepared dinner. She skewered the meat with Kaelar’s decorative sword, and by the time Kaelar noticed, the best sword from the village’s blacksmith had already absorbed the aroma of grilled meat.
After they had eaten, Kaelar suddenly pulled Artoria aside as she washed the sword by the river. "Lily, did you discover anythi...
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In Avalon, Merlin was enjoying a leisurely chat with one of the leaders of the Faeries of the Lake, Viviane.
As the future benefactor of King Arthur, Viviane was hardly a newcomer to these matters. She was likely one of the first Faeries of Avalon to interact with the Celts.
"Viviane, how is your foster son faring?" Merlin asked directly. "Ector’s son is quite extraordinary, and Arthur’s circle needs to be formidable enough."
Viviane shot her a sidelong glance, a knowing...
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"You are... Kaelar? The Saint Kaelar?"
The two nobles stared in disbelief, but under the compulsion of comparison, they could neither lie nor question it. They simply repeated the name, a look of despair settling over them as they admitted, “Yes... it’s true. You are stronger. We can never be stronger than you…”
As they spoke, the two lords—wealthy, influential, and powerful—drew their swords in unison, prepared to end their lives.
Such was the nature of the ...
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The first voice was filled with arrogance and condescension:
“My domain has fifteen thousand subjects. A small, desolate lord like you dares compare yourself to me?”
“Hmph! So what if you have fifteen thousand subjects?” a second voice retorted scornfully. “My lands have iron mines. How many lords in Britannia can claim such wealth?”
“Money is meaningless without the power to protect it.”
“If you have money, power will follow! Besides, I am under the ...
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[You sigh, saying, “Archmage, you're cunning, but to be a good person in a bad world, one must be even more devious. You are too naive to grasp the full extent of my skills, Kaelar's skills.”]
[With a sly grin, you cast a subtle shadow magic, recording the entire scene. This move catches Merlin completely off guard. She never expected a knight—one who single-handedly defeated seventy thousand warriors, no less—could also master such sophisticated magic.]...
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"The masses shunned Saint Kaelar as something beyond human, but the Eternal King believed in him without doubt."
—From The Gospel of Kaelar
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“So, the Saxon scum failed after all, did they?”
“They couldn’t even conquer a mere territory defended by five hundred knights, yet they managed to suffer total defeat?”
Upon hearing of the Saxons' crushing defeat, Vortigern did not rage. He merely said in a flat voice, “That idiot Hengist...
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"…"
Silence fell. No one dared to claim that Kaelar’s "teachings" were useless.
Even King Vortigern, for all his ruthless control over the Saxons, could not command such loyalty. It might have seemed like fear that made the Saxons lay down their weapons, but even if Kaelar ordered them to jump into a pit of fire, they would do so without hesitation.
Artoria watched Kaelar’s back with a quiet pride. She had witnessed his feats step by step, seen him impose his will upon...
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As Kaelar's voice echoed across Maple Leaf Ridge, the atmosphere shifted. All the Saxons at work dropped what they were doing and turned as one to look at him.
Seventy thousand eyes focused on a single man, and only Kaelar remained composed amidst their collective gaze.
The young duke called out loudly, "Sir Kaelar! Hero of Celtica! I mean you no harm, but these Saxons…"
He expected some courtesy from Kaelar—after all, his domain was vast, comparable to an entire county,...
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When Kaelar stepped out, Ector instinctively wanted to argue with him, but he managed to hold back.
There were too many people around, and being humiliated by his own son wouldn’t look good.
In the past, Ector could have threatened with force, but now?
Well, considering that Kaelar—now hailed as the War God of Britain—had single-handedly subdued seventy thousand enemies, Ector's old bones wouldn’t stand a chance.
Besides, it wouldn’t do to let Kaelar...
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"......"
Morgan was momentarily stunned by Kaelar's blunt response. This was not the slippery, opportunistic Kaelar she knew—the kind who always tried to have it both ways. Now, he was expressing himself with a clarity and conviction she had never seen before.
Morgan couldn't help but chuckle. "You’re quite bold, aren’t you? Aren’t you afraid I might take offense? Even Uther dared not ask me to bow to that little girl Artoria, yet here you are saying it outright."
"I...
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"Next group... Let's see, I've already assigned most of the labor and crafts. Since you Anglo-Saxons are a maritime people, I suppose you're well-suited to the sea. This group will go and work as fishermen."
Artoria sat behind a small desk, diligently assigning tasks to the last batch of Anglo-Saxons. "No additional taxes will be imposed, but since you're undergoing labor reform, fifty percent of your catch will go to us."
"Once you've completed your rehabilitation, the tax rate w...
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"I was going to do that anyway. Arthur is my disciple, after all."
Merlin couldn't help but take credit for herself. Spending just an hour or two a day in dreams teaching the little red dragon was enough for him to call Arthur her disciple—something that fit perfectly with Merlin's playful and self-indulgent nature.
In reality, when King Uther heard about the full-scale Anglo-Saxon invasion, he almost had a heart attack. He immediately sought out Merlin, begging hi...
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"I... I don't... know. I really don't know..."
Nimue choked, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Kaelar stepped forward to catch him, and Nimue's trembling hand clutched tightly to Kaelar's arm, his eyes brimming with tears. "Master Kaelar, I don’t want to die yet..."
I haven’t fulfilled Powell’s last wish... to complete The Gospel of Kaelar properly.
I haven’t witnessed with my own eyes the utopian Eden you speak of, that dream of unity among all peoples....
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“Nimue, Hengist is onto me. We must make a decision, and quickly.”
Before the ships had set sail, Powell had sought out Nimue and said, “I’ve been exposed. It’s only a matter of time before Hengist kills me. Sigh… We’ve never really hidden ourselves well over the past few years. If Hengist makes his move, our brothers might be uprooted entirely.”
“The foundation of the Saint’s teachings cannot be lost because of a foolish old man like me. We have to come up wit...
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Hengist’s shout echoed through the dense forest, stirring up a commotion that quickly spread like ripples in water. The sound of countless footsteps approached rapidly, and within mere seconds, over a thousand Anglo-Saxons had gathered.
They had been searching for Nimue all along, and now Hengist’s momentary delay had cost him his best chance to flee.
In truth, even without ships, both Hengist and Horsa had the strength to swim back to King Vortigern's kingdom—or even direct...
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As Kaelar wielded his overwhelming might to forcefully enlighten the stubborn Anglo-Saxons...
Artoria remained close behind him, her eyes wide with awe as she witnessed the inhuman, terrifying power Kaelar unleashed as if he were walking through an empty field.
No one could withstand even the slightest strike from Kaelar, and no weapon, no matter how mighty, could pierce the thin leather armor he wore.
With each step he took, ten or even a hundred fell. It was like a fierce ...
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Hengist’s laughter died in his throat. He tried to force a smile, but his lips wouldn't obey.
It was strange, but Hengist’s sixth sense had always been unnervingly sharp.
He had survived under King Vortigern’s command precisely because of that keen instinct. When Vortigern raised an eyebrow, Hengist could tell if it was a sign of approval or a prelude to bloodshed.
Without such an ability, it would have been impossible to serve a man like Vortigern.
Now, that sam...
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“Brother, I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about this Nemed,” Horsa said as he stepped into the captain’s cabin, dousing Hengist’s good mood with cold water.
Nemed had performed flawlessly. In just a few days, he had ruthlessly eliminated Hengist’s enemies, showing loyalty even beyond that of a trusted follower.
Yet, Horsa couldn’t shake off a sense of unease.
It was all too perfect, too seamless...
But Horsa wasn’t skilled with words. After m...
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“No time for catching up; the Anglo-Saxons will arrive soon,” Morgan urged. “Choose a weapon. These are all powerful. Any one of them would give you a great advantage.”
It was true. For instance, Moralltach, the Great Fury, was a sword that Diarmuid used to slice through all enemies before him in a flash, so swift that not a single drop of blood would taint his clothes.
With a single strike, armor would split, and blood would gush forth like a spring.
And th...
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As yet another seemingly ordinary day drew to a close, the footsteps of the invading Anglo-Saxons steadily approached Maple Ridge.
At most, one night remained—perhaps even less—before seventy thousand Anglo-Saxons would storm into Kaelar’s lands.
“Well, there’s only one option left,” Kaelar murmured, his mind racing with countless thoughts before he slowly exhaled. “I still don’t want to kill anyone—not because of any other reason, but because I will not allow an...
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It was a statement that struck like thunder.
For it echoed the words spoken by the Son of God, Jesus, during the Last Supper—the phrase that every Christian nation, everyone who followed the teachings of Christ, knew well. It was as significant to them as the allegory of a kangaroo country’s “boy with a lamb” was to others.
There were only seven or eight people present at this secret meeting. Some looked stunned, others indifferent, a few amused, and one in particular was ...
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Kaelar sighed. “But I don’t want to kill anyone.”
Yes, even now, he still didn't want to shed blood.
He wasn’t a fool; he knew that the situation had gone beyond what words and education could resolve. Vortigern, Hengist—this sudden, full-scale invasion had completely disrupted all of Kaelar’s plans.
His teachings to the Anglo-Saxons were still in their infancy, not yet deep enough to replace their roots and beliefs. Even those who had retained a shred of conscie...
2024-10-26 20:24:56 +0000 UTC
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“It’s not easy being King Uther, I suppose.”
Kaelar shook his head, sighing deeply. “He’s just an ordinary king with little talent. Defeated by Vortigern, caught between the meddling faeries and the scheming Romans—maintaining even this fragile balance is no small feat.”
To be fair, Uther’s incompetence wasn’t due to recklessness. He wouldn’t recklessly order his forces to fight a losing battle just to save face. He wasn’t a foolish ruler who would force his ...
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“Hahaha! My finest son, Kaelar, where are you?”
Even before Sir Ector appeared, his booming laughter echoed in Kaelar’s ears. His voice, loud and infectious, carried so well that even the servants and knights who had retreated far from the castle could hear it clearly.
How odd. Every time Sir Ector came home, he and Kaelar would have a fierce argument, ending with both of them storming off. Never before had Ector seemed this delighted to see him.
Kaelar raised an eyebr...
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