Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

"Morgan's rebellion has brought Albion to the brink of destruction once again, bringing her legacy closer than ever."

"However, you luckily defeated Morgan in the battle of merit, allowing Albion's flame to continue temporarily. Her merit declined, while you climbed higher than before."

[Heber Stanton/Merlin Ambrosius]

[Final Achievement: The Eternal Utopia of Avalon (Achieved)]

Current Lostbelt Progress: 97%

Hebe's body swayed slightly, she turned around and walked towards the city of London.

P.S. Looking back now, Hebe's image has been changed three times, but fortunately, some things remain, and they are becoming more and more profound... In short, I hope to receive all kinds of support for the new book (will there really be any)

Volume 6: I am about to die (seeking collection and various support)

Clear, crisp water flowed from the sleeves of the court wizard's robe, dripping and unable to stop.

Heber estimated that in about fifteen minutes, his left arm would completely disappear.

Now that I think about it, the demon concubine Morgan probably "advanced" her own achievements.

The demon concubine Morgan has twice personally pushed Albion to the brink of destruction, and is only one step away from truly achieving her goals.

In this state, she used [The Fourth Seal: From the End] to assume a "self who successfully destroyed Albion."

Typically, such attempts are unsuccessful.

But Morgan's achievements have always been limited to the three islands of Albion, and it is a certain future that may happen on the island.

Morgan, the witch consort, is the true heir to the throne of the island, and the power she holds allows her to be willful.

Therefore, the "utopia that is no longer reachable" was temporarily proved by Morgan in a hypothetical form.

If that were the end of it, Morgan's anticipated achievements would quickly be disproven.

Because although Arthur is weakened, Albion still exists, and the rejection from reality will quickly destroy her "illusion"... But Morgan used [First Mark: Fairy Eye] to fix the observed future on the two kings.

- As long as either of the two kings survived, they could seriously shake Arthur's rule and make Albion irreversibly decline. When Arthur's achievements collapsed, Morgan's achievements were truly accomplished.

It's just like taking out an advance loan from the bank to invest in stocks. As long as Morgan can keep winning at the gambling table before he is liquidated... everything will be fine!

He mortgaged his island throne in exchange for a simulated achievement of greatly reduced effectiveness... and Arthur no longer had the ability to stop Morgan. Her future was just around the corner.

However, Hebe appeared before her and told her that she could only go so far and not beyond.

"I possess fewer Marks than Sister Wang, and I lack the killing power... but [Illusion] can make her attacks miss, and even temporarily distort them for my own benefit."

Heber forced himself to think to distract himself from the numbness and pain that was gradually spreading throughout his body.

"It was because I used Sister Wang's own attack to kill the two kings in return that the 'wedge' she had used to secure the future disappeared... The cycle could no longer be maintained, and Sister Wang could no longer bear the weight of her 'achievements.'"

The moment [The Utopia That Can No Longer Be Reached] disappeared, Morgan suffered an irreparable blow, and it became extremely difficult for him to even maintain his own survival.

But at the moment when Morgan went bankrupt and was liquidated, Heber's achievements were accomplished.

"This body can still hold on for a while..." Hebe thought.

The road she walked on sank silently, and clear water emerged from the ground, gradually forming a river. Blue and purple pansies sprouted and bloomed on both sides of the river, confining the clear water in a fixed river channel.

The residents of London finally noticed this invisible change. They looked over from their windows, from the corners of alleys, and from the roadside, marveling at the clear river and praising the blooming flowers.

......

Buckingham Palace, deep in the palace where heavy curtains are always hanging.

Arthur suddenly woke up on the Iron Throne, which was surrounded by countless pipes.

A hoarse voice burst out from her chest. It was clearly just the sound of breathing, but it was as heavy as the ringing of an ancient bell.

An unpleasant dream... Arthur thought.

She dreamed of her last conversation with Sister Wang.

Arthur was extremely disappointed with Wang Jie's betrayal and extremely angry at Wang Jie's choice.

However, times have changed, his former subordinates are no longer there, and his trusted ministers are becoming increasingly scarce. Arthur once had so many followers, but time has taken them all away one by one.

In the end, the only people I knew were Sister Wang and Merlin.

Arthur raised his head and looked out the window on the left. Through the heavy curtains, his eyes fell on the deserted Tower of London.

Two prisoners with different status but similar situations.

Compared to Merlin, who is elusive and eternally youthful, Arthur can empathize more with the princess who is in a similar situation as himself.

In the end, hatred and anger have been blunted by time and turned into pearls.

Arthur even felt a little... amused.

To the extent that she even began to look forward to the scene when her sister pushed open the palace gate: What expression would she have when facing her then?

Just by daydreaming, the pain that had lasted for hundreds of years seemed to be alleviated a little.

The palace gate opened slowly with a heavy sound.

The footsteps came closer and closer, but the sound that reached Arthur's ears was not the sound she expected.

"I'm back." said the girl with flaxen hair.

"Why is it you...Where is Sister Wang?" Arthur asked tiredly.

"It couldn't maintain its form and collapsed into a lake." Heber hid his arm, which had completely turned into clear water, behind his back and tried to maintain a calm tone. "It's just outside London."

"..."

The silence was as cold as iron.

Hebe didn't care about Arthur's attitude. She said to herself, "I dealt with the Red Dragon and the Lion, as well as their armies. No nobles of all ranks who followed them to fight were left alive. The nine remaining Knights of the Round Table are all dead. In the past few decades, you..."

"That's enough, Merlin."

Arthur's voice was strange and cold, as if he was suppressing his anger, or as if he was discouraged.

"You are like a ghost that appears and disappears all the time. You are always working for me, but..."

"That's enough," Arthur repeated. "I'm tired."

However, the wise man remained indifferent.

She continued to babble on, saying things that Arthur no longer wanted to hear.

"enough!"

The monarch on the Iron Throne spoke for the third time. Her eyes were like molten gold, her voice was strange and terrifying, and her shadow reflected between the curtains was distorted, like an old dragon lurking in a cave.

The sage's voice was drowned out by the king's roar.

"Who do you think you're making decisions for, Merlin? Who do you think gave you the position you have now?!"

"You are nothing but an idiot who knows nothing..."

Arthur stared at the Sage in disappointment, feeling betrayed once again.

"I don't need you to do anything." The king laughed mockingly. "Why don't you guess what I was going to do?"

The sage said nothing, seemingly intimidated.

"I am tired of sitting on the throne. The ideal kingdom is far away and will never be realized." Arthur said, "Since that's the case, I might as well use it to accomplish my sister's mission... Oh, completely destroy this Albion that I already hate, and then rebuild it from the ruins!"

"All this time. You seem to have misplaced your place, Merlin."

"I did have some unrealistic ideas in the past... but you appear less and less often." Arthur didn't hide his disappointment. "If that's the case, then why not confer the title of Prince Sister?"

She had been tortured on the Iron Throne for too long and no longer wanted to be a prisoner.

After a long period of pain, Arthur finally began to understand Morgan.

History has become stagnant and there is no future to speak of. Only those who are connected by blood can support and understand each other. There is no other solution.

Albion will continue to be destroyed and rebuilt, and war is the engine that keeps the world running.

Arthur looked down at the Sage with vindictive pleasure, waiting for her answer.

"So that's what you think." The girl with deep green eyes raised her head and looked at the angry king. "Then I feel relieved."

The sage's expression remained unchanged, but his tone revealed a hint of an irrepressible rise.

Arthur frowned, Heber's reaction was really unexpected.

The king looked carefully at Hebe, whose tone was cheerful, and realized that she had been facing sideways towards him since she entered the palace.

"What are you hiding, Merlin?" Arthur suddenly felt uneasy. "Why don't you face me?"

Wow.

In response to Arthur, there was a pool of clear turquoise water, which flowed out from the sleeves of the court wizard and poured onto the ground without any hindrance.

Hebe's left shoulder drooped limply, and there was nothing in his sleeve except water.

The sunlight shines on the clear water on the ground, and the reflection is dazzling.

The turquoise color began to extend upward along Hebe's neck little by little, forming snake-like lines on the girl's delicate cheeks, making her look weird and desperate.

"As you can see, Your Majesty," Hebe replied calmly, suppressing his inner joy, "I am about to die."

[Current Lostbelt Progress: 98.5%].

Volume 7: Crazy Woman (Please collect, vote, and post)

Death? You must be joking.

For a moment, Arthur thought Hebe was playing another prank on her.

However, Arthur soon realized that this was no joke.

Two-thirds of the body beneath the court wizard's robe had already turned into clear water, and as time went by, it became increasingly difficult to restrain.

Yes, how could she defeat Sister Wang, who holds the title of Grand Master, without paying any price?

Arthur's breathing became heavier and she suddenly realized what she had just done.

Guilt, grief, and pain flooded the king's mind like a tide. She almost wanted to faint, but her dusk-level spirit kept her terrifyingly lucid.

——It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t have come to this, there must be something wrong.

However, Arthur showed nothing. She still maintained the majesty of the King of Albion, looking down at Hebe from above.

"I understand."

—Please beg me for mercy! As long as we use the sword in the stone... everything is still in time. Arthur thought.

But the king's expression remained as hard as iron.

But this was exactly the answer Heber wanted. She could finally leave this loss belt with peace of mind.

Hebe calmly reached out and pushed aside the drifting curtain, but the movement caused several of her fingers to fall off and fall into a puddle of water.

She stepped closer to Arthur, and the king glared at her with wide eyes.

——A little closer, just a little closer, and I can use the Sword in the Stone to "canonize" him...

Hebe stopped when she was two steps away from Arthur, stretched out her last finger, and pressed it on the center of her eyebrows.

Arthur was shocked and angry.

"Although I don't care about the status of court mage or sage at all, I still have a part to play in the establishment and prosperity of Albion."

Heber's voice sounded in Arthur's ears, with a hint of lightness and laughter in his tone.

"So, this is my revenge on you."

The illusory pansies bloomed enthusiastically, quickly occupying the walls, the ground, the windowsills and everything within sight. They replaced the ceiling connected to the pipelines and fuel channels, layered on top of each other, revealing a brilliant and dreamy skylight.

　Everything seemed weightless, constantly climbing upwards.

The pansies finally couldn't maintain their shape, and they rushed towards the higher sky enthusiastically.

A spiral pure white tower rises from the ground.

The end of the horizon was shimmering with the afterglow of dusk, and thousands of flowers as blazing as flames were blooming and flying towards the sky.

Arthur sat on the Iron Throne, watching Hebe's actions coldly. The petals flying upwards passed through the king's body without any effect.

Whether it is the pure white tower, the sea of flowers, or the dreamy skylight, they all exist in another dimension, clearly different from reality.