Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 57. The Magus called Merlin

"Stop!"

The silver spearheads clashed beneath the city gate.

The sunlight shone, creating a pure white light reflecting on his body.

The guards had stopped the man with silver hair, dressed in ragged clothes, standing before them.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

In response to the guard's questioning, the man with silver hair was completely unbothered.

"Merlin."

"Or if you want to call me by another name, I don't mind much."

"..."

The soldiers looked at each other.

Clearly, they didn't know the name Merlin—at least, they didn't understand him yet.

They, of course, had no impression of the man before them.

And Merlin didn't mind.

He sat down on a nearby rock, striking a pose as if he were at ease, in no rush.

"You don't know, and that's fine, it doesn't really matter."

"Go call someone who can make decisions here, I want to talk to him."

[Although the disheveled appearance of Merlin before them, the words he spoke had an indescribable impact.]

[Even the two ordinary guards in front of him sensed that something was off.]

[They began to cooperate with each other.]

[One continued to guard Merlin, while the other ran into the city.]

[Not long after, another figure appeared at the city gate.]

[It was Gawain—the one with a position just behind you and Morgan in the city.]

"Lord Gawain, this is the person."

The guard pointed in Merlin's direction while leading the way.

"..."

Gawain remained silent—he observed Merlin before him.

Disheveled, not taking care of himself, his actions exuding an incomprehensible nonchalance.

Every point clashed with the strict standards Gawain held for himself as a knight.

But after all,

If not for the constraints of his knightly status, he felt he might have drawn his sword and stabbed the man.

However—

Gawain did not forget what he had to uphold as a knight.

The blade could not be carelessly thrust into someone.

Because doing so would reduce the right to speak to strength alone.

He didn't want to see that happen.

Gawain calmed his emotions and then prepared to approach Merlin with caution.

"Hello, I am…"

But before the knight could introduce himself, Merlin smiled and interrupted.

"You're Gawain, right?"

Gawain was slightly surprised—after all, he had never met the man before.

But Merlin still maintained the same relaxed demeanor as before.

"Gawain, the magic you received from the blessing is truly powerful."

"But unfortunately, I'm not here to meet you. If you don't mind, could you please go on another errand?"

"…"

Gawain's attitude shifted from slight irritation to careful consideration.

Merlin, in such a short time, knew his name and was aware of the blessing from his mother, Morgan.

This was absolutely not something an ordinary person could do.

"Well then—"

"You want to meet my parents, don't you?"

"No." Merlin shook his head. "I only need to meet your father."

"But he's very busy." Gawain replied honestly.

"It's fine." Merlin smiled gently.

"All you need to do is mention the name Artorius—he'll come to meet me."

"..."

[Gawain sensed that Merlin before him was no ordinary person.]

[He realized this was information that needed to be relayed to you.]

[After confirming the name to pass on to you, he traversed the streets of Camelot and stood before you.]

[According to Merlin's request, he relayed the name "Artorius" to you.]

[You realized that this man was the Magus who had quietly interfered with your and Morgan's plans.]

[You temporarily handed over the current task to Gawain.]

[You decided to meet Merlin.]

"Lord Ian!"

Ian's appearance caused the city gate guards to become tense.

"Let him in."

"Understood!"

"Thank you so much."

As Merlin approached Ian, his face displayed a deep expression of gratitude.

"King Lot, Ian, without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to enter the city."

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ian frowned. "Tell me your purpose."

"Let's talk somewhere else." Merlin smiled gently.

"Where do you want to go?"

"There."

[Merlin didn't just point to any random place.]

[It was the city wall.]

[Artorius had nearly fallen from here.]

[You realize he surely knows things he shouldn't.]

[You decide to temporarily comply with his request.]

[You both head to the city wall.]

"Oh... so this is the place where Artorius almost fell years ago?"

Merlin knelt down, looking at the patterns on the ground of the city wall, tracing lines with his finger.

"I can imagine what that scene must have been like."

"Is that all you came to see?" Ian asked from behind him.

"Surely that's not all?"

"Of course not." Merlin stood up, his tone shifting back.

"I just want to tell you that, even if you hadn't stepped in, Artorius wouldn't have died."

"Merlin, what are you trying to prove?"

"I'm not trying to prove anything." Merlin shook his head. "I just wanted to tell you that."

"Now we're off-topic—"

Merlin took a few steps forward, standing exactly where Artorius had nearly fallen from the city wall.

"On my way here, I saw the fields that you and Morgan left outside the city."

"I can't deny it, you two certainly have some talent."

"So, Merlin, do you intend to acknowledge all of this?" Ian paused, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"No."

"I don't care about those things."

Merlin looked out beyond the city, where the golden fields shimmered, and answered decisively:

"The election for the new king will soon begin."

"You…"

Merlin hadn't finished speaking when Ian drew his sword and lunged straight for his heart.

This wasn't an unprovoked strike.

It was because Ian felt that Merlin was completely unable to side with him and Morgan.

If that's the case—

Then the only choice left was to kill him cowardly.

No matter how powerful the Magus was, the moment the sword pierced his body, it would become weak and helpless.

Logically, that would indeed be the natural outcome.

But if—

What if his body was never here?

The sword pierced Merlin's chest but caused no harm at all.

He turned around, looking at Ian with a gaze full of suspicion.

"Your mobility is stronger than I imagined."

"Well then—"

"I'll leave you with another prophecy."

"The election for the new king will proceed."

"Whoever pulls the sword from the stone will be the new king."

"No one can stop all of this."