Earth's Greatest Magus

The sudden arrival of a group of people riding on terrifying creatures quickly frightened the people, sending them into a panic. Everyone couldn’t help but remember the incident three years ago when the undead and beasts came to attack the city.

“Protect the King!!” shouted Sir Galahad.

The Camelot knights that were around the field quickly made their move and prepared to engage the unknown group. On the other hand, people quickly left their seats and started to flee in droves.

After instructing his confidants to ensure the VIPs and commoners were escorted to safety, King Arthur stood up from his seat and walked down the platform. He motioned for his knights to stand ready, because at this moment, the five riders had entered the field but still had not reduced their speed.

Five creatures that looked like horses, but their bodies were enveloped by light that looked like licks of flames, were ridden by five similarly unique-looking figures.𝒐𝗏𝑙xt.𝒞𝑜𝐦

One young man with long ashen hair, an old woman whose body was enveloped in a bizarre colorful robe, and three strong-looking figures with braided long hair. In particular, one of the latter, who looked the oldest, gave off an aura of a king.

At the same time as their arrival, the dozens of Camelot knights rushed into formation. Led by a Golden Knight, they formed a defensive formation that protected the King while also surrounded the intruders.

Sweeping his gaze across the group, Arthur stopped his eyes on the muscular older figure. The moment their eyes met, he couldn’t help staggering as he felt an intense pressure overwhelm his body. Arthur steeled his resolve and shouted loudly.

“I am Arthur Pendragon, the King of New Britannia.” Keeping his eyes on the muscular man, he asked, “Who are you and what brings you here?”

Before the man could open his mouth, Jarl Haraldstone who was currently standing near him suddenly bowed towards the man.

“My Honorable King, I, Haraldstone, Jarl of Bergen Town, pay you my utmost respect.”

It turned out that the muscular man was a king, one who could make a powerful Jarl of the Danes bow so reverently. Once again, Arthur shifted his gaze to the other party, waiting for the answer to the questions he asked earlier.

The man however ignored his gaze. Instead, he cast his eyes upon Arthur’s other guest. The young woman, Queen of Egypt. A faint smile could be seen on his face as he said, “How are you? I got here as soon as I could after I received your magical letter.”

Hearing that, Klea smiled and said, “Elder, I don’t think I asked you to come right away.”

“Hahahah! I’m old and bored. So it can’t be helped that I’m too excited.” A broad smile on his face, he said, “Hearing news from you is the best thing I’ve had in these past few years.”

Seeing the smile and friendly demeanor shown by the unknown man, Arthur couldn’t help but feel relieved. He then felt a touch on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Gwen already standing beside him, her hands calming his unconsciously tense body.

It was at this moment that the mysterious figure finally turned his eyes to Arthur saying, “Argh, forgive me. Where’s my manners? Nice to meet you, King Arthur. My name is Fjolrin, King of Vanaheimer, just an old city located in the far east across the sea.”

The word Vanaheimer startled both Arthur and Gwen. They didn’t expect that name to be mentioned, let alone the fact that the man currently in front of them was its king.

It was an ancient city whose history dates back thousands of years. Something that could only be known from old texts or folklore, a city that was as unbelievable as the terrifying creature standing before their eyes.

As he was about to speak with Klea again, Fjolnir noticed the anxious looks from the knights around. Hence he decided to dismount, which the four people beside him quickly followed.

Afterward the figures of those creatures started to become blurry, gradually dissipating under everyone’s shocked gazes. Evidently, it was a feat of magic so amazing that the kingdom’s court magician, Gaious, marveled at it.

Realizing that he had made too big of an entrance, as well as ruining what was being celebrated in this place, Fjolnir apologized. Luckily, Klea was able to use her spell to help defuse the situation, calming the tensions of the citizens of Camelot.

After she was done, Klea then said, “Let’s find a better place to talk. Follow me.” Her words were not only for her five guests, but also for Arthur and his men to follow along.

The group headed to the structure that was once called Logress Castle. Following its change of name, it had now been rebuilt into the Grand Castle of New Britannia.

They passed through the famous Round Table Hall where the King and his knights would discuss the policies that governed the kingdom and went to a different room. One that was comparatively bigger, suitable for larger guests.

“Queen Kleopatra, what is this about?”

Seeing the expressions of Arthur and his retainers, Klea apologized for their unexpected arrival and immediately assured them that this meeting was important. Proving her words, she managed to grab everyone’s attention, especially the Briton, when she suddenly took out their treasured Excalibur.

With everyone’s eyes fixed on the Sword of Destiny, and consequently, the raven-haired girl started to speak, “Many things have happened these past few years. The short version is that our world is in grave danger, and I need to borrow this sword for the sake of it… for, say… fifty years.”

The words she spoke were so shocking that they immediately elicited a negative response from the Golden Knight who were escorting Arthur in this meeting. In their mind, such a request was ridiculous.

In contrast to his followers, Arthur seemed unmoved. Knowing that there must be a reason, the Britannia King asked for a more detailed explanation in a calm voice. “Grave danger? What kind of danger?”

Since Klea had a restriction placed on her, she asked Fjolrin who was already briefed of the situation through her letter to explain about the calamity that would come to Earth in fifty years. They didn’t know the details, but it was supposed to be something that would bring about the end of the world for everyone.

‘I personally won’t be able to use the sword.” Klea said, sparking various gazes at her. “The reason I offered the proposal was because today I was hoping to find the right person for the task.”

To all the knights who were present, they couldn’t think of anyone else capable of wielding the sword other than the Fated King himself.