"Moran? What is this…?"
Iris slowly stood up.
She still didn't understand the origins of these knights, and now seeing them dismount and kneel before Mordred made her feel even more bewildered.
"Don't worry, they are the Blackmore grave-guarding clan that has existed since the time of the unified British dynasty. Their duty is to guard the grave of the former king."
"Eh! Since the unified dynasty, that's already been fifteen hundred years, right!?"
Iris was very surprised.
To have upheld the legacy of the divine age until now, even the golden armor they wore was filled with a mysterious aura.
Moran remembered this grave-guarding clan.
In his old age after abdicating, he and his wives basically lived a secluded life.
To facilitate their lives, they established a village.
This village was surrounded by various magical barriers, isolating it from the outside world, almost situated within an ecosystem inhabited by many magical beasts.
Ordinary people could not approach.
Of course, the village is not only home to Moran and others, but also to a clan that specifically serves the daily life of the king and queen.
That is the Blackmore family of grave guardians.
They are descendants of Moran and Morgan, belonging to the lineage of Gawain and Gareth.
They are a very noble and distinguished royal family.
The Blackmore lineage chose to follow the late king.
Moreover, after the deaths of Moran and his wives, they followed the instructions and took on the duty of guarding the grave, dedicating themselves to protecting the graves of the king and queen for generations.
In fact, the responsibilities of the Blackmore family go beyond this.
They are not only waiting at the king's cemetery.
The underground of this cemetery is the core of the magical foundation of Britain, the very heart of Britain is located here.
Protecting the core of the island is the duty of their family.
Britain has been able to prosper until now.
All of this is thanks to the great achievements of the first king.
If this magical foundation were to be destroyed, it would be a devastating blow to Britain.
For this reason, they have regarded it as their glory for generations.
Few people on Britain Island know of the existence of this clan; their glory and brilliance are buried in darkness.
Moreover, due to the importance of this cemetery, Morgan and Merlin set up layers of magical formations for security, creating an island within an island that is almost isolated from the world.
The cemetery has long been closed to the outside.
Only the Blackmore family has the right to enter and exit.
To be able to steadfastly uphold the king's orders, it can only be said that their loyalty is engraved in their blood.
"Perhaps… it is precisely because they are my descendants… that they would regard the protection of Britain as their duty, just like I did in the past…"
Moran looked out into the distance from the hillside.
The entire island is surrounded by his Idea Blood.
Those descendants with Moran's bloodline, they all spontaneously want to protect Britain, without needing a reason.
Just like parents protect their children.
Children also take care of their parents.
Although there is a blood relationship, it is not compulsory. The Blackmore family has maintained their loyalty until now, and it must be said that this brings great comfort to Moran.
"King Mordred… your appearance… is just like the statue…"
The Golden Knight appeared somewhat flustered.
He had already felt the resonance of the bloodline.
Although they often heard the ancestors in the clan say that the king would return, they never expected it would be in their generation.
When it truly came to pass, they were often at a loss.
"Hmm, of course, I carved it myself!"
"It was actually carved by King Mordred himself… No wonder it has such elegance… Your return! Our clan has waited too long! Please forgive our earlier offense, Your Majesty…"
"Forget it, forget it. You have diligently fulfilled your duties for a thousand years; I am not so petty as to hold a grudge over such a thing."
Mordred waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.
These people before him are loyal subjects of Britain; what they just did was merely to uphold their responsibilities.
If they had not fulfilled their duties adequately, then Mordred would truly have imposed punishment.
The Golden Knight trembled with excitement.
They regarded the former kings of the unified dynasty as their faith, and any offense was unforgivable.
Afterward, the Golden Knights expressed their gratitude for the king's tolerance.
They would lead everyone to the village.
The Blackmore family of grave guardians has lived in this cemetery village for hundreds of years.
Although this area is called a cemetery, its actual space is quite large, capable of accommodating the entire city of London without issue.
The Blackmore village is not far away.
It is located at the foot of the Spirit Peak.
Soon, Moran and the others entered the village.
Due to the village being isolated from the world for a long time, when the group arrived, they attracted quite a bit of attention, and people looked on with surprise.
The Blackmore family is indeed isolated from the world.
However, they have not completely severed ties with the outside; there are still people in the clan who communicate with outsiders.
The overall style of the village remains medieval, and they have lived a simple life for thousands of years.
At first, the Blackmore family did not recognize Moran.
It is quite normal that the Blackmore family did not know Moran; their ancestors had only seen the elderly Moran.
Even the statue left behind depicted him as an old man.
That dignified and solemn king with a head full of white hair is quite different from the short-haired Moran now.
Now, Mordred has revealed the truth.
Everything became lively.
"I am Bersac Blackmore, the grave guardian of this generation. Your Majesty, our clan is thrilled by your return, and we are willing to offer our loyalty to you once again! To become one of the countless magical armies!"
In the open square of the village.
The old man, along with hundreds of clan members, knelt down, their eyes filled with fervor.
They have been faithful to the ancient king's belief until now.
Queen Morgan once told the Blackmore family—
In the distant future, the king would return, and that would be the time for their clan of grave guardians to bask in the king's glory once more.
"Our people, your eternal king has returned!"
Looking at these loyal subjects.
Moran had no intention of hiding his identity.
He drew the golden sword that symbolizes his identity, its dazzling light momentarily mesmerizing everyone.
The excitement of the bloodline invigorated them.
Some were moved to tears, some worshipped and cheered, and some let out fervent battle cries.