Chapter 1455 True Owner

"There is only one person who can hold the Sword of Destiny and that person is our King Arthur Pendragon," Sir Gawain said with a serious tone. His words were quickly echoed by the other eight Golden Knights who were standing next to him, staring at the strange-looking guests with wary eyes.

Klea, who was present in the middle, spoke before anyone could say anything more.

"That's not true at all. Don't tell me you guys forget that Emery or Sir Lanzelot are capable of wielding the sword. Unfortunately… He is occupied with something at the moment… that's why I asked them to see if your King is really the right holder for the sword."

In Klea's point of view, she was only speaking about the reality of the situation. However, it was clear her remarks hit a few people the wrong way. Another knight, Sir Percival, stepped up and said, "That is outrageous. In fact, this entire situation is ridiculous. How dare you come here to take away our legacy from us!? You–"

Once again, Klea cut him off. Waving her hand, she calmly said, "Actually, The so-called legacy of your kingdom did not originate from this land. In fact, I traced your history and discovered that all of Britannia has your roots connected to the ancient kingdom of Asgard. The home of Vanir."

Pointing her finger at the five people who had been watching in silence, she casually said, "So technically, those people are your distant cousins."

Percival didn't seem convinced by those words and looked like he wanted to say more. But before he or the others could do so, Arthur decided not to stand by any longer and calmed them down, before he turned his head to look at Klea.

"How can I prove that I am the true wielder of the sword?"

"Calm down for a moment." Klea said when she saw him taking a step forward. "First, I want to confirm whether there really isn't any other candidate who is eligible to challenge for the sword."

Klea placed both of her hands on the Sword of Destiny and then offered it to Fjolnir.

The sight of foreigners getting hold of their national treasure brought about a feeling of uneasiness for the knights, as evidenced by their expressions.

In the meantime, the Venerhaimer King walked up to Klea, stretching out his hands to receive the sword into his grasp. A few moments passed, but there was no reaction whatsoever from the sword.

He tried swinging the sword a few times before shaking his head and saying, "No. This sword is not for me."

Fjolnir didn't return the sword to Klea after finding out he was not it. Instead, he turned his head and beckoned someone in his group to come over. A young man who looked slightly older than Arthur.

The man was tall, with the same bluish tattoo Fjolrin had on his neck and arms. However, the thing that differentiated the man from the others was the way he presented himself by acting in an elegant manner.

Arriving before King Venerhaimer, the man did not immediately accept the sword held out to him. Instead, he turned to look at the Briton's side and proceeded to introduce who he was with a smile.

"I am Brandt, warrior of the Vanir." Turning his eyes to Fjolrin, he bowed his head slightly before saying, "I am ready to accept the challenge."

He stretched out his hand and acted respectful as he was carefully accepting the Sword of Destiny from Fjolnir's hand. And to everyone's surprise, as soon as the sword was in his hand, it began to shine brightly.

The sight brought a wide smile to Fjolrin's face. "Hahaha, I knew that you could do it. You are a descendant of Tyr, the Sword God of Vanir, of course you are qualified."

While Fjolrin was overjoyed, the same couldn't be said to the Briton's side. The result once again caused protests to arise from the knights. They argued that all the Golden Knights in this place showed the same blessing, but only King Arthur received it twice with an indication of dual bright light.

Brandt, who was still holding the sword, didn't pay attention to the argument as he realized something unusual with the sword. Meanwhile, Klea spoke to Fjolrin who was looking at her.

"Yes, there's a seal on the sword. It allows only certain people to wield the sword at its full power, just like what was said in my message."

Hearing those words, Fjolrin turned his head and gave a gesture to the old woman clad in a colorful robe. Now seeing her face up close, Klea realized she had seen her in the past. The old woman was one of the Holy Harvest's participants.

Arriving in front of Brandt, she studied the sword for a minute before she took out her staff that had a skull on it. Holding it in her hand, she started chanting an incantation. Black smoke appeared out of thin air and swiftly entered the sword.

A moment later, Brandt's face changed. He tried swinging the sword once more and then said, "Ah, the weight I felt before is now gone… What a magnificent sword!"

"That's black magic!" Sir Galahad shouted loudly as the anger within him burst seeing such a sight. "How dare you use such heresy on our treasured sword!" The man had apparently seen enough, and his feelings seemed to be shared among the other knights.

As for Brandt, the courtesy he previously shown seemed to have gone with him being so enthralled by the beautiful sword in his hand, to the point that he even said something that made the Briton's side furious.

"I think it's only fair that the best swordsman would use such a precious treasure."

Arthur who had been showing patience since earlier finally broke down at those words. Staring at the man, he coldly said, "If you want to take the national treasure of this kingdom, then you have to take it from my dead body."

He put his hand on the sword hanging from his waist, showing he was ready to fight.

Such an action made Klea smile as she suddenly clapped her hands. When she saw that everyone's attention was on her, she quickly said, "There is no better test than a test of combat."

King Arthur was up for the challenge and seemed ready to fight at a moment's notice, but to their confusion, Klea stopped them.

"Wait, you guys aren't fighting each other. That's not how we find the true owner of the sword."

A simple bloomed on her beautiful face. "I will be the one to do the test." Staring at the two people, she said, "You two will fight me."