"You have reclaimed your true name, yet you still lost to him so easily, and even faster than before." Morgan murmured, whether speaking to Bagster or to herself: "Even if Lancelot had intervened, the result would have been the same."
"Although I donât know what happened, he has become much, much stronger than before."
"With just you Elf Knights, perhaps you can no longer confront him."
Bagsterâs brow furrowed deeply.
But Morgan ignored her reaction and directly issued instructions.
"Thereâs no need to go to Londinium anymore, let them come by themselves."
"The once-in-a-millennium âGreat Calamityâ is about to erupt, and the history of humanity is on the verge of collapse. They have no time."
"Soon, that man will lead the legacy left by Yuse and come to this Camelot."
"Let this Camelot be the battlefield, and settle scores with them here."
Morgan issued her instructions in an undeniable tone, and Bagster had no choice but to comply.
"I will hold my ground at Camelot and meet them head-on."
But...
"If we hinder the Round Table, then by that time, we likely wonât have any remaining strength to handle the eruption of the âGreat Calamityâ."
Bagster made this point clear.
Before the âGreat Calamityâ erupts, the Round Table will definitely attack Camelot, and by then even if they win, itâs estimated theyâll have little strength left to deal with the forthcoming âGreat Calamityâ.
Bagster mentioned this not to remind Morgan to save strength to face the âGreat Calamityâ.
She just wanted to know what the Queenâs attitude towards the disaster arising from the âGreat Calamityâ would be.
Of course, Bagster could guess that attitude.
She merely wanted to confirm it once more.
As expected...
"Thereâs no need for you to handle the eruption of the âGreat Calamityâ."
Morgan declared mercilessly.
"I will use the accumulated magic power in the throne to combat the curse and expand Britainâs territory."
These words made Bagster quietly clench her fist.
"And the fairies..."
Bagsterâs low voice was met with Morganâs cold stare.
"I will not save the fairies, I will only protect Britain."
This had always been Morganâs assertion, one she had never hidden from anyone.
Even when the throne hall was filled with ambassadors and officials from various fairy clans, Morgan would still openly declare this.
Even when Ba Wanxi slaughtered fairies in the throne hall for pleasure, Morgan would only watch coldly from the sidelines.
This is the Winter WitchâMorgan Le Fay.
From the day she was utterly disappointed in the fairies and forcefully ruled over Britain by might, she truly became the being that the fairies had always accused her of beingâa witch.
When she was a savior, the fairies called her a witch.
When she saved Britain, saved the world, the fairies still called her a witch.
Now, she had truly become the witch of fairy legends.
No longer just fabricated, no longer just wrongfully accused, but truly so.
How ironic.
"...Understood."
Bow-headed, Bagster spoke no more and silently retreated.
As she watched Bagsterâs departure, Morgan closed her eyes.
Bagster brought not only a report on the mission, but also the words of Reiger.
"To end the mission of the fairies of the past paradise era and give the fairies of this Fairy Country redemption... is it?"
Morgan could understand the deep meaning in these words.
She understood that the man did not genuinely intend to give the fairies of the Fairy Country redemption.
Like her, he detested the fairies of this country, feeling an innate disdain and contempt for them, viewing fairies like repugnant filth made in the likeness of humans, how could he possibly want to offer them redemption?
Even though this so-called redemption might mean the disappearance of the fairies, he probably wouldnât bother to do so.
Everything about the fairies was irrelevant to him; he would only look on coldly, doing nothing at all.
The greatest disdain in this world is not to correct, nor to punish, but to completely ignore.
So, he does not seek to redeem the fairies.
The one he truly wishes to redeem is, in fact, her.
Unfortunately...
"Too late."
Morgan opened her eyes, filled with cold indifference.
"I no longer need redemption, Reiger."
If I had known, perhaps I shouldnât have let him go back then.
During the year 400 of Fairy history, I should have kept him by my side.
That might not have changed the course of history, not prevented the Round Table from being destroyed, the poisoning of my disciple, nor the abandonment of Londinium.
But if he were there, if he had stayed with me and lived hidden in Orkney for 400 years, then... maybe I wouldnât have become like this.
I might have given up ruling Britain, might have abandoned starting the Queenâs era, and supported him to become king as I did with Yuse back then.
If he were the one ruling Britain, it would have been very different over these two thousand years.
Then, perhaps I would have found redemption as well.
But, itâs too late.
"Since youâve decided to destroy Britain, you will only be my enemy."
"Letâs settle it here at Camelot."
"Let my obsession and your wish see which prevails."
In the empty Jade Throne Hall, Morganâs whispers echoed without being heard.
And all this, Reiger was unaware of, as was Bagster who had left.
The Elf Knight strode down the corridor, his eyes full of gloom.
Recalling Morganâs declaration, Bagster faintly made a decision in his heart.
Like Bagster, many others quietly made up their minds that night.
Among them, Noconalay who had been pondering Reigerâs suggestion, the perplexed Altoria, and even the Chaldea group, along with some hidden figures who hadnât revealed themselves...
A great storm is brewing, slowly waiting to erupt.
This storm might be the true calamity determining Britainâs survival...
...
The next day.
As the light of dawn once again appears in the sky above Britain, covering the land with the glow of dusk, Reiger and the rest residing in Edinburgh were summoned.
The summoner was naturally Noconalay.
"I have made my decision."
On the throne in the cathedral, Noconalay sat regally as she made her declaration.
"The Kingâs clan can cooperate with the Round Table to jointly overthrow Morgan."
Upon hearing this, except for Reiger and the contemplative Altoria, everyone else showed delight.
"Thatâs great! Senior!"
"Yes!"
Matthew and Fujimaru Ritsuka celebrated with high fives.
"Oh oh, thatâs quite rare."
Habettelot clicked his tongue in amazement at Noconalayâs easy decision to cooperate with despised humans.
"With this, we have the means to truly engage in battle with the Queenâs army!"
Da Vinci beamed with a full-face smile.
Only Altoria lacked any joy, staring fixedly at Noconalay as if looking at something dazzling.
"So, have you decided to migrate to Pan-Human History too?"
Reiger asked this question.
To his surprise, Noconalay shook her head.
"Whether to migrate to Pan-Human History or not depends on future developments."
Noconalay gazed at Reiger, speaking earnestly.
"I will use my own eyes to see what Britain becomes after Morganâs fall."
"At that time, I will make a decision."
"Until then, we will maintain our cooperative relationship."
After uttering these words with some deep meaning, Noconalay stood up.
"Letâs sign the covenant and decide the day for battle."