Her humiliation and hatred require Duncan to uphold justice!
Clang.
In the presence of all eyes, Duncan slowly stood up. He drew the longsword called Oathkeeper and placed it on Merlin's shoulder. The sharp cold light pierced the skin of his neck. He gazed down at the elder before him, whose expression was dispirited, face pale, eyes blind, and his beard and hair coiled like tree roots, and slowly said: "Was it King Uther who made you use witchcraft to transform into the likeness of the Duke of Dingtiger and secretly infiltrate the castle?"
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.
Merlin sat weakly on the ground, a faint bitter smile on his face. He originally didn't want to, but couldn't resist King Uther being tempted by beauty, and he also anticipated the birth of the prophesied child, getting somewhat demonized, so made a decision against his will.
According to his numerous prophecies, the Duke of Dingtiger should have died at that time.
