Chapter 1103: Revealing the Truth Hidden in the Shadows of History
Simultaneously.
A melodious and gentle voice, carried by the wind, spread throughout Camelot.
"Can you hear me? I am Aurora of the Wind Clan..."
...
The Royal Palace.
"Barguest has betrayed us!"
"Lancelot has fled without even fighting!"
"What should we do? What should we do?!"
The fairy officials were thrown into chaos.
The two strongest Fairy Knights of the Fairy Kingdom had both avoided the front lines!
Adding to this, Woodwose, the Kingdom's Blade, had long since fallen to the rebels, and the strongest Fang Soldiers had vanished without a trace in Gloucester. The entire framework of the Queen's Army had collapsed, let alone the soldiers beneath it!
The morale of the Queen's Army plummeted, and they lost all will to fight, scattering in disarray.
Camelot was like a naked maiden, left to be trampled by the rebel forces at will.
The Round Table Army, the Northern Queen's Army, the Sheffield Army, and the Gloucester Army—tens of thousands of soldiers divided into five routes—marched toward the royal castle from all directions.
At this critical juncture of life and death, the officials exchanged glances.
"The enemy is at the gates—we must surrender!"
"But what value is there in surrendering now? The rebels won't spare us!"
"Given the circumstances, there's only one path left...!"
The officials shared knowing looks.
Then, they secretly glanced up at the queen seated on the throne above.
Capture the ruler!
Only by doing so could they gain the rebels' favor. At the very least, with such a great merit to their name, they might avoid the death penalty!
On the throne.
The queen sat reclined, her long legs crossed elegantly, her graceful posture showing no trace of panic.
She noticed the officials' exchanged glances and silent communication but felt neither joy nor sorrow.
This was the nature of fairies.
In favorable times, they sang praises of your virtues; in adversity, they would stab you in the back without hesitation.
Deceitful and treacherous—nothing more.
"It's about time."
She completely ignored the officials' scheming and slowly rose from her throne.
"These mere rebels are no different from calamities in my eyes. I will subdue them whenever I please. Let me teach you this lesson!"
Pure white snowflakes drifted down, coalescing into her spiritual avatars.
Each spiritual avatar possessed one-tenth of her original magical power. Though not much, it was still stronger than Artoria at her current stage. The rebels were no match at all—even Barguest, charging forward in person, was stripped of all his fur in the blink of an eye.
"Her Majesty is invincible! The rebels are no match for her!"
"Wonderful! We have always been Her Majesty's loyal servants. It's truly a blessing to witness this!"
"All our patient waiting has been worth it!"
The officials swiftly changed their tune, lavishing praise upon the queen.
As if the undercurrents of tension from just a minute ago had never existed.
Morgan cast a cold glance at them.
Still, she remained silent.
She held no expectations for them, nor was she angered by their betrayal.
Because she no longer trusted anyone.
Except for that one person.
At the thought of him, Morgan's expression softened slightly.
He had lived up to her expectations, currently beating Chaldea to a pulp.
"Once this battle is over, it will be time to consider our marriage."
Though Eiji held the title of queen consort, she did not truly possess the authority of one.
Moreover, the role of queen consort no longer suited Eiji's current status.
Once the two were wed, Eiji would become the king of this fairy kingdom, standing equal in status and second only to her in power. Then, they would journey to Pan-Human History to cure Beryl, bring his family over, and everyone would live together harmoniously in this fairy kingdom.
This was the future she envisioned.
Everything up to this point had unfolded according to her and his plans.
The rebellion could be crushed with a single hand.
Not a single human or fairy could stir up any significant trouble.
This was only natural.
After all, Morgan had never considered them enemies.
In this fairy kingdom, only two entities warranted her serious attention.
One was the Cursed God, the other the island's self-destruction mechanism.
Everything else was beneath her notice.
Just then.
A blue light approached from afar.
With a sharp "crack," the outer glass of the council hall shattered instantly. Amid the panicked screams of the officials, the intruder charged straight into the chamber.
"Lancelot, do you have something to report?"
Morgan's gaze sharpened slightly as it settled on the figure.
A petite girl with silver-white hair and armed gauntlets wrapped around her arms.
Every detail signified her identity.
The Fairy Knight Lancelot!
"Forgive my impertinence, but I am here to renounce my given name."
As Melusine—or rather, as she finished speaking—
In a dazzling white light, the most beautiful fairy in Britain vanished before everyone's eyes.
In her place stood the true descendant of Albion, resembling a dragon's heart, causing onlookers' minds to tremble uncontrollably!
"…"
Morgan remained silent, merely watching her indifferently.
"…"
Melusine also fell quiet.
The queen had shown her kindness, and the guilt in her heart left her momentarily at a loss for words.
But remembering her purpose here, she gritted her teeth and hardened her resolve.
"I ask the queen to abdicate!"
The entire council hall fell into dead silence.
The officials exchanged bewildered glances, all stunned by Melusine's audacious words.
What had she said?
Abdicate?
How dare she?
Could she not see the queen's clones wreaking havoc throughout the city?
Or had she found a backing stronger than the queen herself?
"Are you betraying me, Melusine?"
Morgan's tall figure stood before the throne, her lofty gaze growing sharp and piercing.
The mana in the air seemed to sense her emotions, abruptly thickening with tension.
The officials' scalps prickled with fear as they hastily retreated to the edges of the hall.
"Not… though I suppose saying that lacks conviction."
Melusine sighed helplessly.
Her dragon core operated at high speed, effortlessly resisting the oppressive mana emanating from all directions.
"Nevertheless, I must declare: I am here under the true king's command to overthrow the corrupt and tyrannical former ruler!"
"Your crimes are too numerous to record. As long as this nation remains in your hands, it has no future. Only by entrusting it to the true king can this world become a better place!"
Melusine's words burned with the fervor of a devout preacher.
The officials exchanged glances repeatedly, their unease growing.
"So that's how it is. Seeing you in this state, I understand who sent you now. I originally wondered what she intended to do, but it turns out to be just some scheme to usurp the throne?"
A careless, cold smile curled at the corner of Morgan's lips.
"With just you alone, with mere words like these, you think you can overthrow me? Has her brain rotted away during these long two thousand years?"
"Of course it's not just this!"
Melusine shouted sharply.
At the same time.
That voice rang out from all directions.
"I am Aurora of the Wind Clan. Now, please listen as I recount a part of the Queen's past and the truth hidden in the shadows of history!"