The war had ended.
The fairies of the Wind Clan attempted to flee once more.
However, with Galahad and Baobhan Sith present, there was no chance of escape.
"Your Majesty, I have brought back the leader of the Wind Clan." Galahad threw the Wind Clan leader onto the ground as he addressed Morgan.
At the same time, he glanced at Artoria standing nearby.
Hmm?
Why does this person look so familiar?
But...
Why haven't I seen her before?
Is she a new subordinate recruited by King Lot and Queen Morgan? Her strength seems truly remarkable.
From a distance, he had witnessed this female knight fighting alongside Melusine, who had since surrendered. Her power far surpassed his own.
The only ones who could defeat these two would be Scáthach and Vortigern.
No even those two couldn't claim absolute victory against them.
Such overwhelming strength left him in awe.
Unconsciously, he found himself staring at her.
Noticing his gaze, Artoria felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Sir Galahad, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
Hearing her words, Galahad was visibly stunned.
Then, he couldn't help but ask, "Um, may I ask who you are?"
"Her name is Artoria," Morgan interjected.
"What?"
Galahad's expression turned to shock.
Artoria.
The King of Knights?
"Impossible! How could she be a girl?" Galahad exclaimed in disbelief.
In his past life, hadn't the King of Knights been married? How could she be a woman?
But seeing his reaction, Morgan simply waved her hand.
"There's nothing impossible about it. Artoria is a woman. I understand your confusion, but let me ask you this what exactly is the issue with Artoria? Is there any problem with her serving as the leader of the Round Table Knights?"
Her words left the knights who had turned their attention to the scene utterly speechless.
As members of the Round Table, none of them could tell a lie. Faced with Morgan's question, they had no rebuttal.
In all honesty, they held nothing but respect for Artoria's conduct.
After a moment of reflection whether to continue accepting her as their leader or to choose someone else they quickly reverted to their usual expressions when looking at her.
Only Galahad's face still bore hesitation.
[This guy's perception of Artoria ruling Camelot as a man is too deeply ingrained. Suddenly changing that would completely shatter his worldview. How amusing.]
Observing his reaction, Lot silently mused.
Noticing her husband's thoughts, Morgan immediately turned to Galahad and said:
"Galahad, I know you're deeply puzzled. But the truth is, Artoria, your comrade-in-arms, is indeed a woman."
After speaking, she glanced at the others and continued, "Moreover, she is my sister my blood sister. Her name is Artoria Pendragon."
The knights' eyes widened further in astonishment.
Artoria Pendragon!?
Daughter of King Uther?
Queen Morgan's sister?
Their leader had such a background?
The knights' expressions grew even more shocked.
Galahad, however, remained relatively calm.
After all,
he had already known about this.
Hearing Morgan reiterate it now didn't change much for him.
But now, he finally understood.
He had always felt something was off about the King of Knights. If Artoria was a woman, everything made sense.
Even the subtle tension between King Arthur and Queen Guinevere became clear to him.
No wonder Guinevere had that connection with him.
Galahad couldn't help but ponder.
But then, he immediately shook his head.
This line of thinking was dangerous.
If he entertained it, wouldn't that mean he was justifying his actions?
With that, he turned his gaze to Melusine.
Seeing her surrendered state, his feelings were complicated.
According to Queen Morgan,
Melusine possessed the Spirit Origin of that person from another world.
So in a way,
did that make her his... father?
No
mother?
Yet, faced with this "mother" who was shorter and far more youthful-looking than himself, Galahad didn't know how to react.
Moreover, she had been his enemy until now, only to become a prisoner on their side.
He wondered how Queen Morgan and King Lot would handle Melusine.
...
At that moment, Lot and Morgan were indeed preparing to deal with Melusine.
As for the Wind Clan's leader?
Her fate was already decided.
Her actions had been witnessed by all.
Death was the only outcome who could argue otherwise?
But Melusine?
Morgan and Lot had no intention of killing her.
Her strength was immense, and her heart was inherently kind.
If they didn't want to recruit her, they wouldn't have wasted so much time.
Lot approached Melusine and asked, "Melusine, do you recognize me?"
Melusine furrowed her brows, as if trying to recall who Lot was.
"You are...?"
Her face still held confusion.
Seeing this, Lot smiled and picked up a metal mask, placing it over his face.
The moment he donned it,
Melusine froze.
Then, she exclaimed in surprise, "You're the Nameless One who followed the Savior!?"
"Yes, it's me," Lot admitted frankly.
"Was this all part of your scheme?" Melusine pressed.
"You could say that," Lot nodded. "You fairies tried to deceive us wasn't it only natural for us to retaliate? Tell me, shouldn't we have done so?"
Faced with his rhetorical question, Melusine could only nod helplessly.
Then, Lot extended his hand to her.
"Join us. This era denies both us Celts and you fairies a place in this world. If you understand, know that we share a common enemy."
"You're willing to trust me?" Melusine tilted her head.
"Of course. I believe I possess enough charm," Morgan declared confidently.
"And you're not that kind of person," Lot added.
Hearing this, Melusine didn't know how to respond.
Why were these two so self-assured?
But then
Melusine glanced at the subdued Wind Clan leader, remembering how she had abandoned her without hesitation.
Now,
was she to betray her in turn?
Seeing her conflicted expression, Lot spoke again:
"If a ruler treats their subjects as ordinary, the subjects need only reciprocate as ordinary. But if a ruler treats their subjects as talents, then the subjects must repay them with their lives."
Melusine's contemplative expression deepened.
Then, Lot turned to the Wind Clan leader.
"You still wish to return, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, of course," the Wind Clan leader answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Lot smiled.
"Then if you let Melusine follow me, I'll allow you to leave."
"Fine, fine!"
Eager to secure her freedom, the Wind Clan leader agreed instantly.
Watching this unfold, Lot turned back to Melusine.
"Now, do you have your answer?"
"...Yes."
Melusine nodded softly.
She would pledge her loyalty to those who truly deserved it.