From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 457: She Possesses All the Qualities of a Knight

As soon as those words were spoken, all the onlookers suddenly understood.

Were they all just here to make up the numbers? Had this young girl been chosen from the very beginning? Was she just going through the motions now?

Everyone appeared deeply disappointed. At that moment, people all over the world felt a trace of dissatisfaction. They originally thought this was a fair selection. In the end, was it still just a carnival for the privileged?

"That cannot be right. She is not a Noble's Offspring, nor is she a Celtic Chosen by Heaven, let alone a child of the Tree of Life. Why would it be her?" King Arthur's question mirrored the doubts in everyone's hearts.

In the entirety of European Mythology, every Mythological Hero and King fundamentally possessed a glorious background. If they were not the sons of kings or archdukes, the absolute worst they could be were renowned War Heroes. They were all household names.

Because they firmly believed in Bloodline and pedigree, they still maintained that Nobles and the Royal Family possessed the power of Deities.

This belief remained prevalent even in the modern era. Many people still fought tooth and nail for a noble title. Therefore, if this had happened to a descendant of nobility, they would not have had any doubts.

Morgan did not speak. Instead, she gently stroked the young girl's face, which had become rough and dry from the constant blowing of the morning wind.

With that touch, a phantom light appeared behind the girl, directly overwriting the screen belonging to Merlin over in London.

In the projection, they saw the young girl named Livia Wilde back when she was just a Little Girl.That year, she was five years old. Amidst the coastal winds of Wales, the little girl listened to the stories her father told. She buried her mother, and then, in the bitter cold wind, she buried her father as well.

And so, a five-year-old girl lived on a small seaside farm, relying on her family's meager plot of land and a few Sheep to survive, day by agonizing day.

She imitated her father. She farmed, herded the Sheep, ate her meals, and played with the ravens. Then, she would return to her tiny home all alone and diligently tidy herself up.

But how much strength could an orphaned girl really have?

One winter, unaware of how to reinforce her house, she was buried under the snow. Her feet suffered severe frostbite that stubbornly refused to heal, bringing her perilously close to death.

"Goddess Morgan, please protect me..." The young girl's soft prayer in the snow brought tears to everyone's eyes.

This tiny girl lay in the snow, her small face flushed red from the freezing cold. Despite her miserable state, she still did not give up. Instead, she prayed to the Deities her mother had once worshipped.

It was at that exact moment that everyone was shaken to their core by this little girl's actions!

She was so incredibly young. Just how much Suffering had she endured, how much agony had she experienced, to face such a life-and-death crisis without shedding a single tear?

Under her prayers, the snow ceased. The hearth Fire in her home was miraculously ignited once more. The little girl crawled out of the snowbank, gritted her teeth, and bit by bit, tidied up her little home, remarkably resuming her life.

However, her feet suffered lasting damage because of this. More often than not, her small frame would walk with a pronounced limp.

She grew smarter. Through these life-and-death struggles, she learned how to build her own small house, how to avoid natural disasters, how to herd Sheep and till the land, and how to improve her life.

This Little Girl neither perished in agony nor wallowed in despair. Instead, relying entirely on her small body, she eked out a humble existence on this bitter, freezing land.

She would sow seeds in the spring and harvest in the autumn. She would shear the Sheep and even buy herself a few new things to reward her own hard work.

Wielding a Shepherd's staff, she grazed her Sheep by the sea. In an era where almost no one revered the Celtic gods anymore, she built a tiny temple by herself and placed the statues of several Celtic Deities inside.

She had no time for schooling and had no idea what the other Gods were like. She only knew the names of a few goddesses, and so, she only worshipped those few.

Occasionally, she had to drive away wild wolves and confront other wild beasts. From being frightened to the point of stuttering in the beginning, to glaring back fiercely later on, she matured immensely.

Because she went long periods without speaking to anyone, she would stutter slightly when conversing with others. And when she walked, she moved with a noticeable limp.

Yet she remained pure, kind, devout, and patriotic. When she heard on the radio that the country needed her, she would donate money. She would also point the way for every tourist who came to the seaside, even though her own life was far from comfortable. She was just like an Iris by the sea, fragile yet standing tall, living tenaciously and optimistically. That was until she heard the King's broadcast notifying the entire Federation.

And so, the now-grown young girl drove her Sheep to a faraway place to sell them, then hurried back. She put on a Cloak she had sewn herself and set off toward a town she had never been to before.

Stumbling along, asking for directions, hitching rides, and rushing on her journey, it took her five whole days to travel from the coast of Wales to London, where she became one of the countless applicants.

"The King needs help, so I came," she said softly.

The projection vanished, leaving only King Arthur herself, who looked somewhat lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Morgan, the Irish female War God, gazed at Livia with affectionate eyes and softly said, "Child, I heard your prayers. That is why I stopped the snow, and that is why I helped ignite your Fire!"

"I granted the protection upon your Cloak, allowing you to survive your most difficult moments!"

"You are the most Devout Believer on the islands of Great Britain. I promised you then that you would become the King of this land!"

Hearing this, the young girl stared blankly for a moment before giving a gentle nod.

After so many years of prayer and Sacrifice, she had long since completely believed in the existence of Deities, so she naturally would not go against their will.

And everyone who had seen those scenes and heard the words spoken by the Deities completely lost the strength to voice any objections.

This young girl's Suffering was beyond their imagination. In such a freezing coastal environment, she had survived, and she had done so for many years!

She had preserved her devotion and kindness, and she still maintained a deep love for her country.

She did not blame the heavens or other people, nor did she abandon herself to despair. She simply lived purely in this world, fighting bit by bit to keep herself alive, and even managed to optimistically help others.

Asking themselves honestly, no one could achieve what she had, and no one could deny the spirit of a Knight shining brightly from her amidst such a life.

Optimism, cheerfulness, resilience, pity, Compassionate Mercy, justice... All the Virtues of a Knight were evident in her, radiating with absolute brilliance.

That brilliance of humanity was enough to make many rats in the gutter feel deeply ashamed of themselves, elevating the young girl's image to something far grander.

"Arthur, continue your trial!" Morgan declared. "She still must prove herself in your eyes. That is your choice to make!"

Upon hearing this, Livia stepped forward. She walked right up to King Arthur and spoke up, "Please make your move, Your Majesty, King Arthur. I will do my absolute best!"

She was also incredibly humble. King Arthur discovered yet another merit in this girl; she even began to admire her. However, what the Deity said was correct—the trial could not be discarded. If this young girl could not defeat her in martial combat, she would never allow her to ascend the throne.

But the girl certainly did not lack courage. A young woman who had lived entirely on her own for over a decade and faced down wild beasts—why would she feel fear now?

The two stood firmly, Swords drawn. This time, King Arthur did not even let her opponent strike first. Instead, she attacked decisively, charging straight toward Livia. Her armor-clad body carried an unmatched, imposing aura as she bore down on the frail-looking young girl.

But this time, the girl did not just stand there foolishly. Gripping her wooden Sword, she looked King Arthur straight in the eye. With a very slight push off her lame foot, she swiftly dodged out of the way.

Following that, she spun around without hesitation and delivered a chopping strike, which King Arthur blocked from behind.

Because it was a hasty block, her counterattack failed to make the Sword in the young girl's hands waver. In the next instant, both of their attacks lashed out simultaneously. That horizontal slash, carrying exquisite power and technique, was forcefully intercepted by the young girl's almost instinctual, agile parry!

"That's two moves!" someone exclaimed. All the spectators held their breath. They did not even realize it themselves, but they were filled with Expectation for this young girl's growth and victory, as if watching an ordinary person truly become a King!

Just as King Arthur intended to repeat her previous trick and knock the Sword from the girl's hands once more, the young girl before her met the strike with extreme decisiveness. Using those hands that had tilled the land and herded Sheep countless times, she forcefully blocked the final blow!

Clang! A violent tremor shot through her, nearly making her stumble. Her hands were covered in bleeding cracks, yet she still did not fall.

"You pass..." King Arthur looked at the young girl with a complex expression, then glanced at the Deity beside her. "Onto the next one. The trial is not over yet!"