Chapter 1110: The True King is Born
The battle in Camelot ultimately ended with the Queen's defeat.
The Queen's army surrendered completely, while the rebel forces achieved a decisive victory.
"Nocnale reached the palace first."
Little Da Vinci took out a telescope, gazing into the distance.
"It seems Nocnale has won."
The Northern Queen's army was excavating the throne amidst the ruins of the royal castle.
According to their pre-battle agreement, whoever reached the Queen's throne first would become the next True King of Britain. Artoria, Nocnale, and Bogart had all participated in this contest.
However, judging by the outcome, Bogart was severely injured by Morgan's doppelganger, and Artoria was blocked by Eiji's dream avatar, ultimately benefiting the Northern Queen.
"This is fine too."
Artoria smiled upon hearing this.
"Nocnale will make a good queen, and I never had any desire to become king in the first place."
They had fully witnessed Nocnale's leadership capabilities back in Edinburgh.
Artoria showed no trace of disappointment on her face, only natural blessings, smiling with genuine ease.
It was clear she had never harbored any ambition for the throne from the very beginning.
After all, the prophecy had long foretold it.
"The Child of Prophecy completes her mission, bidding farewell to her original place."
This hidden passage had long hinted at Artoria's ultimate destination.
Barguest stood like a giant tower at the city gates, blocking all those with ulterior motives outside the city walls.
She gazed distantly in the direction where the pillar of light that had pierced heaven and earth had appeared, lost in thought for a long time.
"Was this what His Highness meant by those words?"
"If even you were to be executed, how many times would I have to die?"
Had he decided from the very beginning to raise the banner of rebellion against the Queen, which was why he said such things?
However.
"Your Majesty..."
Is this truly the end?
Outside the city, southwest direction.
"Are you alright, Aurora?"
Melusine placed the figure in her arms on the ground, looking at her with deep concern.
"My army..."
Aurora stared blankly at the enormous empty crater before her, her eyes vacant.
Minutes earlier, the light that had shone from the direction of the palace had completely annihilated thousands of soldiers from the Wind Clan.
She would have been buried in the golden torrent of light herself, had Melusine not arrived in time to save her.
However, the foundation she had accumulated over two thousand years, the confidence with which she had planned to enter Camelot, had all vanished in that single strike.
"It must have been the Queen! The Queen flew into a rage out of humiliation!"
Aurora was beside herself with anger, vehemently condemning the Queen.
Even at this moment, she still instinctively maintained her composure.
Melusine looked at her with complex emotions.
She wanted to tell her the truth, but couldn't.
Because she was afraid, afraid that the truth would cause her to wither.
"At least the Queen is dead now!"
Aurora took several deep breaths, her delicate appearance quite pitiable.
"Melusine, who will become the next king?"
"...It's Nocnale of the King's Clan."
"Nocnale?"
Upon hearing this, a faint blush quickly spread across Aurora's pale face.
"I've long suspected the Clan of Kings had ulterior motives, so I planted a hidden piece in advance... Hehe, let the prophecy be reinterpreted in a different light!"
"This kingdom cannot be handed over to just anyone. Only I am fit to be the monarch of this fairy realm!"
Aurora giggled incessantly.
The glow around her flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, unsteady and eerie.
"Aurora..."
Mélusine's hands dropped limply to her sides.
She gazed at the frenzied Aurora, her eyes filled with sorrow.
...
Gloucester.
"Mmm-hmm~"
Muryan hummed an unknown melody, her mood evidently quite cheerful.
"Lady Muryan, a guest has arrived!"
"Show them in."
Shortly after, led by a servant, a familiar face entered Muryan's chamber.
"It's you? Isn't the final battle raging in Camelot? How do you have time to visit me?"
"Eh? It's already over? The Queen is dead? Well then, I can rest easy now!"
Muryan and her guest chatted animatedly.
"Ah, I must thank you as well. Without your invitation, I wouldn't have been able to complete my revenge!"
"What? You ask what happened to the Fang Clan? Of course, I've imprisoned them. I plan to torment them thoroughly!"
"You thought I'd already slaughtered the Fang Clan? How could that be? Don't compare me to those foolish low-ranking fairies. I'm not so impatient—how could I let the clan that exterminated my kin die so easily? I need to prepare some exquisite tortures!"
"By the way, why did you bring this thing?"
Muryan pointed at the figure lying on the floor.
"It reeks. Can you move it farther away? Huh? It's the key to the grand spectacle? Her? Hmm... Never mind, I'm busy tormenting the Fang Clan right now. Any spectacle has nothing to do with me!"
"You ask where the Fang Clan is now? Right there, in that miniature garden."
Muryan pointed at the tiny courtyard on the table, a smug smile spreading across her face.
"That's my masterpiece—the result of miniaturizing my fairy domain. Impressive, isn't it?"
"What? You say there's only blood inside, no Fang Clan? Impossible! They couldn't have escaped!"
Muryan stepped forward to look.
The small garden contained only countless mosquito-sized pools of blood, with not a single member of the Fang Clan in sight!
"Guards! Guards! Tell me, where have the Fang Clan fled?"
"Well... Lady Muryan, the Fang Clan was... slaughtered the very night they were transported to Gloucester... by you..."
The servant hesitated, wearing a troubled expression.
"Slaughtered? By me?"
Muryan's face paled, and she staggered back two steps.
"No, impossible! I never intended to kill them so quickly. You must be lying to me!"
"Yes, that's right. The Fang Clan must still be hiding somewhere in the city. It's useless—they can't escape! How audacious! I will capture every last one of them and double all the tortures I've devised so far!"
Muryan's expression darkened, her beautiful skin gradually taking on a pitch-black hue.
"How pathetic, Muryan."
The guest let out a mocking laugh.
He extended his hand.
Sharp, beast-like claws instantly pierced through Muryan's heart from behind.
"For over twelve hundred years, you have made revenge your sole purpose. Once that purpose was fulfilled, you naturally lost your direction. And when a fairy loses their purpose, they fall into morsification. You've been terrified of this, desperately trying to hypnotize yourself these past few days."
"Why endure such suffering? Let me grant you release! Indeed, for you, death is the perfect ending!"
Muirgen turned her head stiffly, staring at him with utter astonishment.
The servant screamed and fled.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the room.