Chapter 284 - I want to rest!!
Before Camelot, in the Land of Fairy Britain
"I do not dislike fairy tales."
Looking at Promise, carrying the fiery-haired fairy in his arms, Morgan spoke suddenly.
"But reality is—"
"I am the ruler of this land."
"I have protected Britain for more than two thousand years."
"So if this story must come to an end—"
"Then it shall end with my death on the battlefield."
As she spoke, she stepped forward, her staff in hand, standing calmly before Promise.
Morgan was unable to stop him, when he awakened the remnants of a dead god.
She had not stopped him, when he left to forge the sacred sword.
And now..
With the Pilgrimage Bell ringing from a distant past—
With the Star's Holy Sword now forged—
This entire Lostbelt had been denied its very existence.
And its destruction was assured.
"I will perish alongside Fairy Britain."
Looking at the two people who were facing each other in silence.
Vivian did not panic.
Instead, she laughed softly.
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"Looking at this now—"
"I guess I really did play the villain quite well."
Vivian whispered, teasing the future version of herself.
She had said it before—
She came here only to witness her own ending.
So this, was exactly the scene she had foreseen.
Promise raised the Holy Sword in his hand.
Though it was Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory,
It was not the same as the one belonging to the original King Arthur.
This Star's Holy Sword was not crafted by fairies,
It was crafted by by the gods.
By his teacher—
By the daughter of Hera—
By the god of blacksmithing and sculpting—
By Hephaestus.
In Greek myth, while Hephaestus was known as the god of forging and sculpture, she was also called the God of Fire.
Thus, at this moment, as Promise gripped the sword,
The flames of a god coiled around his hand.
Under the moonlit night,
It shone with an unparalleled radiance.
"I know."
Promise, holding the Holy Sword, spoke to Morgan. "That is why I had to forge this sword—"
"So that I could stand before you."
He raised the blade as the divine flames reflected in his emerald eyes.
"Now—"
"Let us end this."
As he spoke, the divine flames on the Holy Sword burned brighter, as if in response to Promise's determination.
Morgan's gaze flickered.
"So this is for my ending...?"
Realizing Promise's true intention, watching him walk toward her, her lips curved into a faint smile.
"But—"
"I am not Vivian, that foolish girl who still dreamed of fairy tales."
"If you want to take everything from me—"
"Then you must defeat me first."
Morgan lowered her staff, lightly tapping the ground.
The next second, a magic circle spread beneath their feet,
Encasing them within a barrier, severing both of them from the outside world.
"I will not hold back."
Morgan declared.
But that—
Was off course a lie.
Even if this Lostbelt was on the verge of destruction,
As long as she stood here,
She was still the ruler of Fairy Britain,
The cruel and relentless Queen of Winter, who had controlled the entire Fairy Britain for more than two thousand years.
Although Promise wanted to fight against her like this..
But a mere Holy Sword, even one forged by the Godd of Forging, Hephaestus, was not enough to defeat her.
Even if he had brought a spear,
She had far more at her disposal.
Only by wielding the Sword of Judgment could Promise hope to win.
"Hmm..."
"I think it'd be better if you did hold back a little."
Knowing his own limits, Promise replied after a brief hesitation.
Hearing his words,
Morgan's smile deepened,
A barely perceptible amusement in her gaze.
The barrier solidified, cutting off all prying eyes.
Promise, who was now in fully alert mode, tightened his grip,
Preparing to strike first.
But then—
Morgan spoke.
"I'm tired."
As she tossed aside her staff.
Under the latter's stunned gaze, she turned away from him, walked toward the shade of a great tree.
And then—
She sat down.
"Come."
"Sit with me."
"Watch the stars."
"Even at night—"
"The world I created is the most beautiful."
Her words carried the same unwavering pride as before.
Even now—
Even knowing this world would soon cease to exist.
"...No wonder you set up this magic, just so they wouldn't eavesdrop."
Promise, coming back to his senses, muttered, tossing his Holy Sword aside as he walked over and sat down beside her.
As soon as he did,
A faint fragrance reached his nose.
Her long silver hair swayed with the night breeze,
The rustling leaves whispering in the silence.
"Then what else do you want me to do? Should I really fight you with all my strength?"
Morgan paused for a moment, then continued.
"By all rights, I should."
"Because you have destroyed—"
"No, denied—everything I have built."
"The kingdom I created—"
"Is now doomed to vanish because of you."
"Even my beliefs—"
"The ones I clung to as Vivian, when I rang that bell in the past—"
"Have now been erased."
"I am not blind."
"How could I not know the real reason why the past me came her?"
"To witness my own fate? Nonsense."
"She was just worried about me and was afraid that I would do something cruel to you."
Hearing this, Promise opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
"As for those fairy knights—"
"Melusine goes without saying."
"Even Baobhan Sith, if you were truly in danger—"
"Would she simply stand aside?"
"Tell me, Promise—"
"Should I be glad that you never met Gawain and the others?"
Morgan's tilted her head slightly, a cool indifference in her eyes.
Promise, however, only looked up at the sky and spoke with emotion.
"Ah, yes—"
"The night sky really is beautiful."
"As expected of the kingdom created by you, Queen Morgan."
"...Stop looking at me."
Morgan's expression did not change.
"Looking won't change anything.
Anyway, what's done is done."
"If you're really feeling guilty, you can let me hit you a few times. Would that be enough?"
'After all, the Holy Sword is in your hands now.
The pilgrimage is over.
Even if I were to die here—
I would ascend to the Throne of Heroes regardless.'
'So none of it matters anymore.'
"How convenient for you."
Morgan murmured, her voice as ethereal as the night wind.
"Don't worry, I won't harm you."
"However—"
"The next time we meet—"
"I will have a special gift for you."
Promise blinked and asked subconsciously.
"A gift?"
"What kind of—"
He paused as Morgan's lips curled and a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes.
Her gaze hovered over his wrists.
"...Wait."
"Don't tell me—"
"That gift is—handcuffs?"
Promise's eye twitched even more as Morgan's smile remained and she did not deny it.
"You might as well just kill me instead!"
Morgan no longer paid any attention to Promise and simply sat there in silence.
She gazed at the countless stars in the sky, then at everything in Fairy Britain.
This was the kingdom she had ruled with order, one that was now on the brink of disappearing.
Surprisingly, there wasn't much nostalgia in Morgan's eyes.
She had ruled this place, protected this land, and enslaved the fairies of this world, safeguarding this place for thousands of years.
But at the same time, she despised it so much.
She hated this world. She hated the fairies.
"You're tired, aren't you?"
At that moment, Promise suddenly spoke. "Then why not take a break? You've already worked for thousands of years anyway. Just think of it as taking a long vacation.. To be honest, I doubt they'd be sad about it.
After all, most of the fairies have been waiting for this place to be destroyed, anyway."
Morgan did not respond, but she also did she deny it.
She understood the wretched nature of the fairies far better than Promise did.
Now, this land was about to be clipped, and the god's remains she had been watching over had faded away.
There were still some loose ends, but they no longer had anything to do with her.
Thinking of this, Morgan suddenly realized that her body felt lighter.
Instinctively turning her head, she found herself locking eyes with the boy in front of her, who had paused for a brief moment before smiling.
For the first time in her life, Morgan felt a sense of relief.
"Then... let's rest for a bit."
"Promise, stay with me."
Having said that, Morgan turned away, leaned against the tree, and closed her eyes.
"..As you wish, Your Majesty."
Promise chuckled, stepped forward, and leaned against the other side of the tree, closing his eyes as well.
In fact, Promise was exhausted as well.
With his frail body, if not for the three Golden Apples given by the Goddess of Fate, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.
And so, the two of them sat there quietly, resting against each other.
Under the moonlight and the stars, neither spoke another word.
But for Morgan, this much...
Was already enough.