Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"Arthur, do you really intend to fight the King of Cornwall with just these people?"

Upon hearing the teacher's question, the red-haired knight revealed a sly expression: "How could that be?"

"What I just said was just a casual remark; otherwise, none of you would have followed me."

The Flower Magician frowned slightly: "But you just said those things. What if King Mark doesn't respond to your duel?"

Arthur replied:

“King Mark was my father’s most loyal follower, and he hated Vortigern, who murdered my father, more than anyone else.”

How could a man like that possibly surrender sincerely? He was actually waiting for me to come over so we could discuss the grand plan to defeat Vortigern.

That's why he drove those knights out of the city; he was actually there to guide me.

As he spoke, "Arthur" placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"Even if King Mark refuses to respond to my challenge, then I'll use this golden sword (Caliburn) to blast open the city gates."

Using a light cannon to blast open the city gate... can that be considered chivalry?

Shirou's lips twitched.

He began to understand "Arthur" who shared the same appearance as him a little better.

So that's how it is. The King of Glory is not just a name; no wonder he is worshipped by the knights.

This "Arthur" not only possesses the reserve of a knight, but also has his own flexible moral bottom line.

He knew very well that chivalry was an important tool for winning people's hearts, but chivalry alone could not defeat Vortigern and the foreign tribes that came from across the sea.

Soon, a city appeared on the horizon.

That was the destination of this trip, the city where King Mark lived.

Although he had heard on the way that it was an impregnable fortress, Shirou sensed something unusual when he looked at it from afar.

A bad feeling rose in his heart.

Arthur and his party arrived at the city gate.

The red-haired youth tried to announce his name, but no one responded.

"Wait... Arthur... the city gates here aren't closed."

A knight approached and was surprised to find that the city gate was actually ajar.

"Hmm? Why? Has King Mark changed his mind and decided to let me into the city?"

Arthur dismounted and then strode into the city.

Although he arrived a little later than Shirou, he also sensed the eerie atmosphere.

Then he saw it.

The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and the streets were littered with corpses.

Britain’s most prosperous city had already been annihilated a day earlier.

Although every building in the city was intact, neither damaged nor burned, the entire city was physically lifeless.

The corpses were surrounded by flies all along the way, and their last expressions were all of pain.

— By the time "Arthur" arrived, Cornwall had become a dead city.

This was neither a massacre nor a street battle; it was death itself that visited the city.

Merlin crouched down and carefully examined a corpse before drawing his conclusion.

"It's likely that someone poisoned the water supply in the city."

The reason... is probably that the enemy realized that Cornwall's surrender was only a facade.

To prevent Cornwall from returning to your side, you've prematurely wiped them out.

"unacceptable……"

"They actually targeted civilians!"

After hearing the female magician's explanation, the young knights were all filled with righteous indignation.

Only Arthur ran silently through the streets—he began searching for survivors.

After spending an entire afternoon, they finally found the only survivor.

She was a little girl who was only seven or eight years old.

Although he still retains consciousness, he is clearly beyond saving.

No matter how much Arthur used his miraculous healing power, he could not save the child from death.

Even the "sheath" has very limited healing effect on targets other than itself.

The little girl, held tightly in the red-haired knight's arms, stared wide-eyed, her vision blurred.

"Arthur...excuse me, are you Lord Arthur...?"

The red-haired knight tightly grasped the little girl's almost cold hand: "Yes, I am Arthur."

"Ah...ah...it really is Lord Arthur...you've finally arrived..."

The little girl choked up and said, "Thank goodness...we're saved..."

Arthur nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, I'm here, so everything is alright now."

"How is everyone...?"

"I've rescued everyone."

"Arthur" said without changing his expression.

"Your parents, and your siblings, have all been moved to a safe place and are all fine..."

So don't be afraid, I'll heal you right now, you'll be alright.

"...Thank you, Lord Arthur."

The little girl smiled happily, and then, amidst a gentle lie, she lost consciousness forever.

"........."

Arthur gently touched the girl's eyes, then stood up, his calm expression showing neither anger nor pity.

The red-haired boy walked towards the deepest part of the city.

As soon as he entered the city, he sensed a familiar aura.

In pursuit of that familiar scent, "Arthur" rushed toward the city's tallest clock tower.

Shirou's perspective also follows the red-haired boy's rapid progress.

Then, at their destination, they encountered a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in black.

She had long, gorgeous hair that looked like platinum, and ivory skin that seemed to have been born in the night, oblivious to the sun.

Her body was wrapped in black lace.

Her proudly erect breasts and long, full legs showcase smooth, gorgeous curves, exuding a uniquely alluring aura of a mature woman.

Her face was covered by a black veil.

Although her facial features are completely obscured, anyone who sees her will instinctively assume that behind the black veil lies an unparalleled, breathtaking beauty.

This person, could it be...

Shirou's eyes widened, and he instinctively held his breath.

This feeling was completely different from when he saw Saber in the crystal ball; it was as if someone had grabbed his heart.

A girl's name popped into Shirou's mind—

"Morgan! What are you doing in a place like this?!"

"Arthur" gritted his teeth and questioned loudly.

Morgan spoke without turning his head.

"We haven't seen each other for several years, and the moment we met, we started arguing loudly."

Arthur, is this how you talk to your sister?

"This is outrageous! Is this how Merlin taught you manners?"

Shirou finally realized that the woman in the black dress in front of him was Morgana, the fairy queen from the Arthurian legend.

Throughout his life, King Arthur fought against many incredibly powerful enemies.

King Vortigern and the three-eyed cat demon Cathy Palug.

They are all formidable enemies, possessing the power equivalent to a chief god in a mythological system.

However, when it comes to the greatest nemesis who caused King Arthur the most trouble, it can only be his sister, the fairy queen Morgana.

Shirou was amazed by the woman's graceful figure and charming temperament, thinking to himself that she was so different from his Morgan.

What kind of misguided upbringing must have been involved to create such a dark witch?

However, there's also a red-haired King Arthur here, who's even more different from Saber, and the silver-haired Morgan doesn't seem so strange after all.

On the other side, the young knight king with Shirou's face continued to relentlessly question his sister.

"Enough with the nonsense! You poisoned the city's water supply, did you do all this, Morgan...!"

The black witch, with her back to the red-haired boy who had raised the question, let out a mocking laugh.

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

"I just want to know 'yes' or 'no.' Based on your answer, I'll decide how to deal with you."

The witch curled her light blue lips into a smile: "Hehe... What if my answer is 'yes'?"

Arthur, are you really going to kill your own family—"

"The Golden Sword of Inevitable Victory (Caliburn) ————!!"

Her response was the Sword of Kings in Arthur's hand.

The brilliant sword flash unleashed by the red-haired knight pierced through the entire wall of the building.

However, the black witch seemed completely unaffected; the beam of light passed through her body without leaving any real damage.

"Did you use magic to evade my attack again?"

Arthur believed that Morgan had used some kind of magic to distort his attack, but Shirou had a different opinion.

Perhaps, "Morgan" wasn't even there.

What he and "Arthur" saw was perhaps just a visual projection; the real fairy queen Morgan was still far away.

If that's the case, then Morgan isn't the real culprit who brutally murdered the entire city's population.

"..."

Shirou was surprised to find that he was actually hoping that "Morgan" wasn't that kind of evil witch.

Even though she wasn't the Morgan he knew at all, and even though she was infamous in legends, Shirou still sincerely hoped that she wasn't a bad person.

"gone."

Even though Arthur's Sword of Kings could pierce through the city walls, it was powerless against the witch right in front of him.

"I will definitely not hold back next time we meet."

"Oh dear, are we going to go and complain to the nightmare demon?"

After exchanging a few heated words, the siblings turned and left without looking back.

After Arthur left, only the black witch stood tall in the desolate palace.

Do you think I caused the tragedy in this city?

Morgan's voice suddenly broke the surrounding silence.

"In your opinion, it was an evil witch who killed innocent people?"

"?"

Shirou was puzzled: Who was she talking to?