Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

"What is King Mark's intention here?"

"Or rather, what does he hope to achieve?"

"Yes! King Mark pointed at Arthur and interrupted his coronation ceremony. What is his motive? Is he turning against Camelot?"

Whispers and murmurs filled the air as both nobles and commoners exchanged their thoughts. The situation was on the brink of chaos.

The Archbishop gazed at King Mark with surprise and asked, "King Mark, do you comprehend the gravity of your actions?"

"Of course, I do!" King Mark retorted arrogantly. "I am protecting Britain from falling prey to Vortigern's schemes! I am protecting the people of Britain from being misled by this Saxon!"

"Saxon?" The expressions on people's faces immediately changed.

Initially, they were merely chatting amongst themselves, but upon hearing the term "Saxon," their faces turned pale.

The murmurs and whispers grew more intense.

Baldwin's face changed as he exclaimed, "King Mark, do you have any idea what you are saying? You are entirely defaming us!"

"Defaming?" King Mark sneered and spoke loudly, "Everyone here, think carefully! What was the color of Uther's hair?"

"It was golden!" affirmed a noble from Camelot.

"Sir Ywain, as a trusted confidant of Uther, you must have laid eyes on Arthur's mother. So, what was the color of her hair?" King Mark asked.

Ywain paused for a moment, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on him, before reluctantly nodding and replying, "Lady Igraine's hair was also golden."

"Very well! Then please do tell me, how is it possible for two noble people with golden hair to have a child with black hair?" King Mark pressed on.

"You cannot defame Arthur by calling him a Saxon!" King Nantes rose to his feet and exclaimed, "King Mark, are you blind? Saxons are known for their red hair!"

King Mark responded, "It's clear that Uther's wife isn't Arthur's biological mother. We don't even know who this imposter's birth mother is, what she looks like, or the color of her hair. But if her hair is black, it must be from someone of noble bloodline. At that time, the only noble women in Britain were the ladies of the Empire, and we all know they have black hair! If we consider these facts, isn't it obvious?"

Suddenly, numerous suspicious glances were directed at Shirou.

"Is Arthur an imposter?"

"Is he a spy?"

"Then was his previous oath... just a ploy?"

"Are you joking? Don't speak such nonsense! Arthur is the rightful king of our Britain!" retorted another voice.

The murmurs and whispers grew more heated, and some individuals even began to argue amongst themselves.

As the eyes of both the believers and the skeptics landed on Shirou, he felt a heavy weight settle in his heart.

No wonder the nobles had displayed no odd behavior earlier. They were all waiting for him here!

This was not simply King Mark's singular act, but a collective effort of multiple individuals!

Rumors and suspicions spread like wildfire throughout the crowd. Shirou knew that he had to take action, or else the situation would spiral out of his control!

However...

"Nonsense!"

Morgan slammed her hand onto the table, rising to her feet in a fit of fury. Her eyes bore into King Mark with a frigid glare, akin to that of a sharp sword. She was akin to a protective tigress, brimming with ire as she exclaimed, "How dare you defame my brother?"