Chapter 1: Return of the King
Two years, sometimes it felt like a hell of a lot longer. But, that's how long Harry stayed in the Bureau under the watchful eyes of his case manager – and friend, but she won't admit it, Hela. Harry had learned a lot of things in addition to his lessons, he had learned that Morgana was actually Arthur's older sister, and that Arthur was conceived when his farther – Uther Pendragon, had asked a Sorceress to give him an Heir. Magic demanded that for Arthur to be born, another person paid the price – the price being their life, and the one who gave their life for Arthur to be born was their mother.
He had found out that Merlin – upon first meeting Prince Arthur, thought he was an outright prat and a bully, but when they got to know one another due to Merlin accidentally saving Arthur. They became fast friends, the best of friends really and Arthur knew he could count on Merlin for anything. And this was without knowing that Merlin was a Warlock – as he was still learning how to be a Prince himself and never thought twice about what Merlin was doing when he wasn't needed.
He had learned that all of the Knights of the Round Table had a sense of humour, they differed but were all the same. However, they took their jobs at training their new King seriously, and so Harry spent hours being knocked around on his ass until he could face all of them at once, with only a sword and no magic. That didn't stop Gawain from trying to get Harry drunk during some off time – apparently, they had Alcohol in the afterlife, who would have thought?
The shocking thing that Harry learnt about Merlin, Morgana and Arthur – was that Merlin was the one who discovered Morgana had magic. He trained her in secret when they met four unlikely individuals who stayed and even had input in bringing Magic to Camelot – Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Morgana's knowledge of politics, laws and the court due to being a Lady of Camelot helped them in drafting their first Wizarding Laws which were still the foundation of the British Magical Societies laws.
The day finally came where Harry would be returning to the world of the living, he knew he would see everyone again soon – except Hela and the language teacher's he'd been given. He still felt sad that he would be leaving this place he had found solace in, even if it was as a soul. His room had been quite plain, he didn't have any belongings because… he was dead, he didn't need belongings nor could he bring them back to the world of the living. But he did have his cherished memories with everyone – the intricacies of the Bureau were unique, he could choose what memories were displayed on the walls – his favourite being the time Queen Hela came to check up on an alchemy lesson with Merlin – and ended up covered in a type of slime which melted clothes. She screamed bloody murder, he and Merlin were running for the entire day trying to escape her wrath… after she made herself clothes again. He would never admit it, but he found Hela very attractive.
"So, Harry, today is the big day. Are you ready?" Arthur was leaning against the doorframe.
"You all think I'm ready, so I must be," Harry replied and Arthur just smiled, walking over to him and looking him in the eyes.
Harry's body had changed in the two years he was there, he now stood at the same height as Arthur. A good 6ft and 5 inches. His unruly black hair had grown out, but he had kept it neat at shoulder length. He had a beard, not quite busy but neat and tidy framing his jaw and mouth. Gone was the malnourished form he had previously had, now, his body was very muscular – Morgana had joked that he'd look like a real Adonis while suggestively licking her lips at him, when he blushed she laughed and gave him a clap on the back, telling him not to worry and that she was perfectly happy with Merlin.
"That's not telling me how you feel Harry. Yes, Merlin, Morgana, Queen Hela, Lancelot and I all believe you are ready to return to the world of the living. That does not mean that you believe that yourself – so I am asking you, Harrison, do you believe you are ready?"
"Do I think I'm ready? No, but I know there is nothing else for me to learn here currently. And the world my parents and my friend's parents grew up in needs me there. I know you all will be there for me if I need you."
"Queen Hela as well Harry, if you need her – or she needs you, she will come," Arthur said with a smirk.
"I doubt she would, she's spent the past 2 years insulting me."
"Harry, I've been with the Bureau for centuries. Myself, Merlin & Morgana are a part of Queen Hela's council – we know when she doesn't like someone, and you are one of the few that she drops her guard around. I think if you found yourself in dire need of her aid, she would come."
"Are you two done? Come on, the Monkey needs to go through the gate," Queen Hela appeared in the doorway crossing her arms under her sizeable chest.
"Speak of the devil… Yes, Queen Hela, I was just having one last chat with Harry and making sure he was mentally ready to go," Arthur said, giving Harry a wink.
"Good, the Gatekeeper does not enjoy being kept waiting."
When Harry exited his room for the last time, he found Morgana, Merlin, Lancelot and Hela all waiting. He walked over to them with a small but sad smile on his face. They'd all become close friends, he considered them closer than what he had been with Ron and Hermione prior to… dying.
"Chin up Harry, you'll see us again in Avalon. We will assist you as much as you need us," Merlin held out his hand, and Harry took it gripping tightly with the Warlock.
"Thanks Merlin, I know I'll see you again soon – but still, everything will be different," Harry admitted.
"Just because we'll be in the world of the living, doesn't mean much will change Harry. There may be a war, and other such forces that you have to face – but don't forget to take a step back and have some fun," Morgana leaned up and pulled Harry into one of her crushing hugs – if anyone had told him THE Morgana Le Fey was a hugger, he would have laughed.
"Lancelot… thank you, for everything," Harry moved on to the legendary Knight and held out his hand.
"Harry… No, Your Majesty, it has been an absolute honour to train you. And myself, and the other Knights will be at your side when you call for us," Lancelot bowed, Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug – which Lancelot returned, eventually. Lastly Harry stood in front of Hela.
Hela looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, when he had first arrived she was taller than him. Two years later and Harry now stood a good foot over her, yet, she never lost her strong composure nor her intimidating aura. She was the Norse goddess of Death after all – even if she was working the job she was.
"I don't know what to say really," Harry admitted.
"Finally going home, about time Potter. The fates and destiny will finally get off of my arse," Hela said, though Harry thought he saw her frown, if only for a moment.
"Yeah, thank you – for, well… everything," Harry said opening his arms, silently asking for a hug – Hela hesitated for a few moments, before she slowly stepped into it and wrapped her arms around his well-defined chest.
Harry felt her smaller frame step into his and he slowly wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her frame against his own, how her chest pressed against his own, the soft scent of her hair – and how it smells of lilacs and daisies which was strange for an aspect of Death. A cough interrupted them and Hela quickly withdrew from Harry's arms – never to admit that she enjoyed being in them. Morgana give Hela a look to which the Queen glared and mouthed 'later'.
"Alright, let's get you to the Gatekeeper," Hela clasped her hands together, the shadows around her bending together and pooling between her palms.
She then threw the magic forward and a doorway appeared a few feet in front of her, she walked through it first, Merlin followed, then Morgana, then Harry walked through, followed by Lancelot and then Arthur.
Harry had no idea where this Gatekeeper would be, nor, who it was. However, he felt a chill at the place they arrived in, it was a bleak grey valet with lines and lines of souls slowly moving forward.
"So you came," a low voice boomed and Harry took a step back as a sand tornado formed right in front of the group.
The various particles started to solidify until limbs started to form, wearing robes and holding a large staff of some kind. However, what drew Harry in was the top half of the body which resembled a humanoid-dog kind of appearance – wearing a headdress of some kind.
"Anubis, he is ready," Hela said looking up at the hulking giant who towered over even Harry and Arthur who were the tallest.
A deep grow followed by a chuckle was heard coming from the Egyptian God's jaws before he nodded, the god grasped his staff with both hands, turned around and slammed it into the cracked dirt beneath their feet. Immediately lines of light shot out through the cracks and forward before a large white doorway formed in front of them.
"Go forth, young King. Your destiny awaits in the world of the living," his gruff voice barked out.
Harry took one last look at his mentors, Hela and then to the Egyptian God who he was still having a hard time believing was right in front of him. With one last breath he stepped through the white doorway.
Diagon Alley hadn't changed much, or rather it hadn't changed yet? When Harry emerged from the light he found himself in a dark empty alley just off of Diagon Alley. There was a hustle and bustle around the alleyway, with wizards, witches and their children going about their busy day, none the wiser to the significant event occurring around them – namely the appearance of one Harrison James Potter – or as he would be known, Hadrian Merlin Pendragon.
Gringotts, it was just as he remembered it from his time – its seems that they don't renovate unless forced to. He looked at the warning at the front with fond memories, recalling his first year when Hagrid took him there for the first time. He brushed his hand over the stone earning a "Oi, Wizard. Don't touch what is not yours," from the guards.
"Sorry, I haven't seen Gringotts before and I was curious as to what the stone was made out of," Harry apologised, the guards just rolled their eyes at him as he entered.
He walked right up to one of the goblins who were working administration, the goblin didn't even look up from his work until Harry cleared his throat. The goblin looked up in annoyance and came face to face with killing curse green eyes which caused the goblin to gulp unconsciously before putting down his quill.
"Can I help you wizard?" he growled, yet, Harry could tell the goblin was on edge judging by its tense posture.
"Noble Goblin, I would like to politely request access to my vaults," Harry's voice was even and he spoke to the goblin instead of down at the goblin, causing the goblin to be taken off guard by the mutual respect he was being given by the clearly human young man.
"And who may you be?"
"My name is Hadrian Merlin Pendragon, and I am requesting access to vault no. 1. I am more than happy to submit myself to any DNA or inheritance test to prove who I am," Harry said, the goblin's eyes widened before he shot out of his chair, the other goblin teller's had stopped what they were doing as well and looking at the young man who had caused such a reaction.
It wasn't that much of a wait, but the goblin came back – followed by an older looking goblin who wore a crown and had no less than six goblin guards all with him. Harry regarded him as the King of the Goblin Nation. He bowed respectfully, which the old goblin was surprised at and coughed a little awkwardly.
"Mr. Pendragon, I presume?"
"That is who I am," Harry replied.
"I am King Ragnok the seventh, King of the Goblin Nation and keeper of the Camelot vaults. It's been a long time since someone claiming they were a Pendragon came through these halls. We will, of course – have to confirm your identity before we allow access to any of the Pendragon Vaults. I hope you understand, security to our clients is one of the most important pillars of Gringotts trade," he said.
"Of course, it is perfectly understanding – I've already told your employee that I was willing to submit myself to any and all tests you wish to do to confirm my identity," Harry replied.
"Very well, please follow me," he said turning, the guards then formed a ring around both Harry and the Goblin King before they walked into the depths of Gringotts.
"Where have you been, may I ask?" he asked Harry as they made their way through the various passageways.
"I've been raised in Avalon by the Knights, my parents were killed in the great war with Grindelwald and as I was the last of my line, family protections kicked into place and transported me to Avalon where I grew up under the care of Kilgharrah the Great Dragon who guards Avalon. Along with training by the immortal Knights," Harry answered, having learned all about Avalon from his time in the afterlife.
"I'm very sorry for the loss of your parents, great people I assume if they carried the Pendragon name. Ah good, we're ready, I assume you know what to do?" he asked and handed Harry the knife as he nodded and Harry made the cut and allowed his blood to drop onto the parchment before he sealed the cut with a druid healing spell. Slowly, words started to form on the parchment
Name: Hadrian Merlin Pendragon
Titles: King of Avalon, Lord Emrys, Lord Le Fey
Vaults:
Vault 1 – Pendragon Vault
Contains: The Sword in the Stone – Excalibur, 100'000'000 Galleons accumulated over three thousand years, Crown of King Arthur.
Vault 2 – Emrys Vault
Contains: The tome of Emrys, the book of the wild, the book of the druid, the book of the Dragon lords, 50'000'000 Galleons accumulated over three thousand years, staff of Merlin Emrys.
Vault 3 – Le Fay Vault
Contains: The tome of Le Fey, the book of the damned, the book of shadows, the book of Nevermore, 75'000'000 Galleons accumulated over three thousand years.
"We can see that you are without a doubt, Hadrian Pendragon. It is a pleasure to be at your service, your majesty," the old goblin king bowed.
"You need not bow to me, King Ragnok, you are a King in your own right and should not bow to an equal – I wish to realign our allegiance to one another as King Arthur and King Ragnok the 1st did during the days of Camelot. The Goblin Nation and the Mythical Kingdom of Avalon should become allies once again," Harry stated, helping the King up.
"You a wise for someone so young, come with me – I have handled the original vaults ever since I was a young prince – the first-born heir or heiress of the King takes over managing the original vaults at a young age for training purposes. I have yet to hand it on to my daughter, but I fear it may be a bit too much with your return activating the vaults again," he grinned at Harry.
"I'm sure she'll be up for the challenge King Ragnok. I believe we have a vault to visit?" Harry asked and Ragnok nodded.
"Prepare for a trip to vault 1," Ragnok barked in gobbledegook.
Harry just smiled as he could perfectly understand what they were saying, Hela's tutors drilled many different languages into him. Including learning Gobbledegook from Queen Warsaw the 3rd of the Goblin Nation. When Ragnok raised an eyebrow in question as to whether or not Harry understood, he just gave a slight nod and the Goblin gave another grin.
The trip down the mine shaft took a lot longer than going to the Potter vaults, they were also travelling at a higher speed. The first thing Harry noted about the door, was the bright golden dragon crest that was on it – the second thing he noticed was that it was being guarded by not one, but SEVEN great dragons. He could identify all of them based on the elements, Fire, Earth, Air, Ice, Thunder, Darkness and Light.
"I smell a Pendragon," one of them hissed, all of the others turned their heads to Harry, Ragnok and the guards approaching. Ragnok was about to signal for his guards to take formation when Harry held out his hands, he stepped forward and spoke in ancient draconic – curtesy of Merlin.
"Greetings, great guardians. I am Hadrian Merlin Pendragon, descendent of Arthur Pendragon, Merlin Emrys and Morgana Le Fey. I seek entrance to the vault of Arthur Pendragon to reclaim the Sword Excalibur from the Stone that the Lady of the Lake brought fourth for the Goblins to take care of. We mean you no harm," Harry said calmly.
"A Pendragon has come!"
"We have been waiting!"
"A Dragon Lord at last!"
The largest of the guardian dragons, the one with eyes that resembled a fierce storm stepped forward, casting a shadow over Harry and the goblins. Lowering its head, it smelt Harry.
"You do smell like a Pendragon. Pass, but beware – should the Sword reject you. Your life and those of the goblins with you – shall be forfeit," this dragon was obviously the oldest and the most powerful of the lot.
"Understood," Harry replied before turning to Ragnok and his guards.
"They will allow us to pass, however, should I not manage to pull the sword from the stone my life and yours are considered forfeit. I do not blame any of you if you wish to leave before I enter the vault," Harry warned, King Ragnok stepped up to Harry.
"Myself and my guards will accompany you, should this be our time. We welcome it, but not without a fight," he said, the goblin guards all growled and slammed their armoured fists against their chest in agreement.
As he entered the vault he noticed that there were two open doors on opposite ends of the room. He peered into one and saw a neat stack of galleons that continued up into the mountain – he had never seen such wealth in his life, and apparently Merlin and Morgana's vaults held the same if not even higher sums of gold. The door on the other end of the room contained only three things
The crown of King Arthur was a gold enchanted crown, woven with many runic protections and wards, said to be able to withstand many magical attacks. Its jewels were not only beautiful, but also contained magical properties themselves having been blessed by the seven primordial elements. Not only was this crown a symbol of Kingship, it was possibly one of the most powerful magical artefacts to exist. The second thing in the room, was Excalibur – buried to the hilt in an ancient stone which was enchanted to only allow someone who was worthy pass.
Lastly, sitting on an altar underneath the crown was a golden scabbard which was lined with emeralds, sapphires and amethyst stones – each of which contained a form of protection, Anti-summoning runes, blood runes, elemental augments. He could not believe the amount of tinkering Merlin did to Arthur's weapons and crown.
Harry admired the sword, its golden handle and the various engraved magical protections and augments – he could identify many of the small runes that were etched into the very steel it was made from. All of them bound and activated by the breath of an Elder Dragon – a dragon so old and powerful that its very breath is an unmatched force of energy which served to power the runes for centuries without failure.
The crown, the scabbard and the sword – all three of them were incredibly powerful artefacts, any one of them in the wrong hands could cause great good, or great evil. Which is why they were kept in a vault that only the one true King can get into.
King Ragnok and his guards watched as the young Pendragon stepped up to the stone, marvelled at the sword and its beauty before gently placing a hand on its handle – he gripped it and started to pull – they held their breath, should he fail to pull the sword from the stone, they would have to fight their way through seven elder dragons.
Harry let out the breath he had been holding when the sword finally fully emerged from the stone in all its glory, he held it up in the air and looked as it shone in the dim light.
"Long live the King!" Ragnok growled, "Long live the King!" the goblin guards all echoed.
Sword in hand, Harry moved to the scabbard, its protections falling the moment the sword was out of the stone. He put Excalibur into the scabbard and moved it to his left hip, where it seemed to attach itself to his belt then disappear from everyone's sight, yet Harry could still feel its presence, as if it were sentient. Arthur had described how Excalibur seemed to also have a mind of its own.
Harry looked at the crown and smiled, he gently lifted it from the pillow that it was on and turned to King Ragnok. The old goblin king raised an eyebrow but stepped forward to Harry's silent request.
"The goblin Blacksmith Prince Ragnar the 2nd created this crown for King Arthur in tandem with Merlin Emrys who enchanted it. King Arthur asked King Ragnok the 1st to crown him once the crown was forged – in front of the entire court of Camelot and the Goblin Nation, a signal of their allegiance to one another. I would like to ask you to crown me, as your ancestor did mine," Harry said as he handed the crown to Ragnok before dropping down to a knee in front of him.
"I, King Ragnok the 10th, do hereby crown you Hadrian Merlin Pendragon as King of Avalon and of Britain and I vow, that my people and my nation shall come to your aid when you have need of us. This I swear upon the banners of my blood, the blood of my ancestors and the graves of my forefathers and mothers before me. So mote it be," Ragnok proclaimed as he placed the crown upon Harry's head.
"I, King Hadrian Merlin Pendragon, do hereby renew my ancestor's vow to you, King Ragnok the 10th. I, my people and my nation – shall hereby come to your aid should you have need of us. Furthermore, I shall grant you the rights that my people have denied you – the right to run your bank and nation the way you desire. This I swear upon the banners of my blood, the blood of my ancestors and the graves of my forefather's. So mote it be," Harry replied, a magical pulse emitted from Harry which echoed across all of Britain.
"King Ragnok, may I ask something of you my friend?" Harry asked, Ragnok grinned.
"Of course, King Hadrian."
"Firstly, I wish for you to just address me as Harry – we are friends after all. And secondly, I wish to have the seven Elder Dragons guarding the vault released to the Isle of Avalon. They have done their duty as guards and are needed for another purpose."
"It will be done, Harry."
Baron and Lord Arcturus Orion Black had no idea what the day would bring, he had woken up this morning and felt something being off. It was in the atmosphere, something had changed with the natural order of things. The Noble and Ancient House of Black were one of the Sacred 28, the original 28 magical families who served in the court of King Arthur.
Something happened during breakfast to furthermore cement the idea that something was different, when he had used his magic to summon the daily mail from the table, he had accidentally destroyed the entire table – as a Lord, he had impeccable control of his magic. Something like this had never happened before, maybe his age was finally catching up with him? No, he was a Wizard in his middle ages, he was decades away from stunts like this happening. Perhaps he would see if any of the other Lords experienced something like this happening today?
"Dear, do you feel that something is… off?" Lady Black asked, she was looking at him with an uncomfortable expression on her face.
"I'm not sure, my magic is playing up which hasn't happened since I was a child. I am going to check with the other Lord's at the Wizengamot session this afternoon to see if any of them experienced anything differently."
Just then the floo lit up and the face of Baron and Lord Charlus Fleamont Potter appeared, Arcturus and Charlus had been Hit-Wizards together during the Grindelwald War – his sister Dorea had been a Medi-Witch assigned to their squad, it was how Charlus and Dorea had met, during the chaos that was war and somehow – despite how often they almost got themselves killed. Fell in love, Arcturus couldn't be happier to have his brother in arms as his Brother-in-law.
"Charlie, mind if I ask why you've flooed me so early in the morning?"
"Arcturus, I woke up this morning and felt something was different – Dorea did as well and she asked me to check up on you. Is everything okay on your end?" he asked concern in his voice.
"Physically, we are fine. However, I too have felt a sense of unease ever since waking up. I was going to ask the other Lord's if they felt it too and given that you feel off, maybe they did as well. What the hell could have happened that we all felt it?" Arcturus asked.
"I have no idea," Charlus replied.
The Ministry of Magic was as plain as Harry remembered, all of its employees seemed to be going about their work in a leisurely pace, just getting by doing their work however they wanted. Most of them were purebloods who only got work there because their parents wanted them to work for the ministry – Harry was sure a whole lot of non-pure magic folk would have the Ministry running at a better pace with more efficiency and better work being done. It was something he intended to correct as King.
"State your name and business," the administrator at the gate spoke in a monotonous way, as if they didn't really care who was visiting and were on auto-pilot.
"King Hadrian Merlin Pendragon, I am here to speak with the Wizengamot," Harry said, around him the whispers and pointing started.
"C-Can you verify your identity?" the voice was alert and stammering.
Harry chuckled as the ring with the golden dragon appeared on his finger, he showed it to the administrator then pointed to the crown on his head and then his right hand tapped Excalibur on his waist.
"Y-you are c-clear for entrance… your majesty," they replied, Harry smiled and nodded his head at the administrator before going through the gate – the Auror at the gate just stared at him in disbelief and didn't even attempt to ask for Harry's weapon.
Harry could still recall the time Arthur Weasley had walked him through the Ministry of Magic, to the Wizengamot chambers to attend his farce of a trial. He could clearly see that his appearance had caused a lot of people to look at him, whisper and point. The public did like to gossip.
The Aurors outside the door looked at Harry and then at each other, they had their wands in their hands and were preparing for an attack. However, the ring on Harry's finger and the sword at his waist caused them to pause.
"A smart idea gentleman, I do not wish to fight good men. However, I do need entrance to the Wizengamot," Harry said politely.
"Uh… Sir, there is a session currently going – it would be rude to interrupt," one of the Aurors said.
"Dude, see the crown! I'm sorry for my friend's lack of respect, your majesty. There is a session currently going, if you wish to enter we won't stop you," the second Auror said, apologising for his friend and taking a step to the side, giving a pointed look to the other Auror who followed his lead and offered a soft apology.
"At ease boys, I'm not here for a fight. I merely wish to announce myself to your wizarding council. I will have a word with your boss about how polite you two young men are," Harry said as he walked in.
Upon Harry's entrance the entire Wizengamot went silent, he looked up into the sea of politicians and found a few some-what familiar faces. More than likely they were grandparents of his friends.
"Who are you and why have you interrupted this meeting?" a haughty woman sitting in the Minister's chair asked, she was looking agitated.
"My name is King Hadrian Merlin Pendragon, Crown King of Avalon, Lord of the Druid House of Emrys, Lord of House Le Fey and ruler of all of Britain," Harry projected his voice so that the entire court could hear him.
Many reactions occurred at the same time, shouts of indignity, shouts of rage, shouts of disbelief and the rest was silence. Harry noted that the silence came from most of the sacred 27, the Lords and Ladies connected to Camelot.
"Do you have proof?" the woman in the minister's seat's voice silenced the courtroom.
Harry raised an eyebrow, gestured to the crown, then projected his hand above them and showed them the golden ring and seal of the Pendragon family. Lastly, he drew Excalibur from its resting place, the light that cascaded throughout the room blinded everyone momentarily before their eyes adjusted. They could clearly see the aura that the blade emitted.
"I, Hadrian Merlin Pendragon do hereby swear on my life and magic that I am who I say I am and am the rightful King of Britain," Harry said, and then magic of a vow surrounded him momentarily before settling down.
"Lumos," Harry clapped his hands together and the light spell followed, showing he had his magic and was perfectly healthy.
"Nox," then the light was gone.
"Now that you've all stopped arguing and talking, I will say my piece. I will be conducting a full investigation on the Ministry of Magic, the education system and the legal system that you have going on here. Changes will be made if I deem them necessary, positioned removed and revoked if I feel that the current job holders aren't doing their job. Understood?" Harry's green eyes swept over the room and he could see many people shrink back in their seats, avoiding his gaze as best they could.
"Furthermore, the Sacred 28 families are expected to attend Court with me in the Castle of Avalon. Your invites will be sent to you by the evenings end, I will expect you on time – should you be late for any reason, I will be very pissed. Am I clear?"
"What would a boy like you know of our laws!" someone protested.
"Funny you should say that," Harry said as several jewels with runes on his crown glowed brighter than the others.
"Merlin, Morgana, Arthur – I call upon you," the crown created three doorways, and out walked three individuals who made the Wizengamot gasp again, given that the three portraits hung above them.
"It's only been a few hours Harry, need us already?" Merlin teased, Harry rolled his eyes then gestured to the Wizengamot.
"Ah, I see the problem. Given that myself and Morgana wrote the original laws, King Hadrian has been tutored by us on your laws, and we will be assisting with the investigation. Are we understood," Merlin's voice commanded respect from everyone present.
"Understand this, we may have passed on from the worlds of mortal men – but we stand with our descendent and Your King. Britain is in a time of need, and the King has returned."