Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

If it weren't for the fact that Mordred's actions during her life had pleased her, and if it weren't for the fact that the gift given by the Lion King was so disgusting, Morgan wouldn't even bother with Mordred. She would simply watch this cheap daughter self-destruct under that loathsome protection and completely become "Mordred."

Although Aslan wished to continue pursuing victory, if Morgan was unwilling, their fighting strength would indeed be insufficient.

If the deaths of ordinary civilians could be reduced, then they should be reduced as much as possible. At the very least, if the Lion King still wanted the Divine Selection to continue, she needed to adjust her policies. After all, she had already broadcast the grim truth of the current Divine Selection live. If she wasn't courting death, she should know who to choose.

Aslan lowered his stance, no longer ready to attack at any moment. Most of the ordinary people who had come here for the sacred selection had already evacuated. Only a few injured and immobile remained, being rescued by Hassan of the Hundred Faces' clones.

At this moment, both sides tacitly ceased their attacks. This struggle also reflected deeper conflicts between competing concepts of kingship. Yet Aslan understood one thing clearly: the Lion King would inevitably lose this struggle — because she ruled as a goddess.

Suddenly, Morgan appeared remarkably gentle. This must be to make those so-called unfilial sons recognize reality: Arthur is the King of Men, chosen by men, created by men, and the only one who rightfully sits on the throne of the King of Men. He is not a god. If this were merely about saving the world, such a contrast might not be so stark. But once it became a battle of kingship…

The Knights of the Round Table would quickly discern the difference between the Lion King and King Arthur.

Gareth still felt uneasy facing Morgan, because this Morgan was too different from the witch the Knights of the Round Table remembered. For them, from ascending to the Throne of Heroes to spirit summoning was but a blink of an eye — yet this witch had actually lived thousands of years.

In Gareth's eyes, Morgan was like Snow White's vicious stepmother, the Queen, who became Empress after Snow White fell asleep.

"Mother… is it really Mother?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow at Gareth's uncertain expression. "What are you doubting? Gareth, is it possible that your head needs repairing just like that unfilial son Gawain?"

Upon hearing this, Gareth was instantly certain that the sharp-tongued witch before him was indeed her mother. The expression she wore while speaking those biting words was exactly as he remembered.

After leaving the holy city, the rescued residents explained the truth of the Divine Selection to those living among the ruins of Jerusalem. Suddenly, all the inhabitants of those ruins panicked, and many began following those preparing to flee toward the original city remains.

They could no longer stay. The so-called Divine Selection only chose one or two people — the rest were destined to die. What about them? No one dared be 100% sure they would be chosen. Would the Knights of the Round Table deal with them later? They lived among Jerusalem's ruins just to survive.

Now their lives were threatened — why stay? Run!

Among the city ruins, young people who had hoped to earn money by participating in the sacred selection — and still harbored fantasies about the sacred city — suddenly averted their eyes, feeling an overwhelming fear. Fortunately, they had not participated in the selection. It was said that the selection had been carried out many times — how many had died during those times?

"Is the witch who appeared going to fight against the King of the Holy City? I want to seek refuge with the witch."

Many held this thought, but those mountain youths, though willing to answer, knew little about Morgan.

Still, if Morgan truly built a city, it wouldn't be hard for people to find out.

In the holy city of Cameno, after Aslan and the others left the white city walls, Gawain and his comrades returned to their king's throne and bowed their heads. They needed their king's strength once more before they could even stand against the rebels… or rather, they had lost this time.

"I'm sorry, King… Mordred was taken away by the witch Morgan."

Though Gawain and his men wished to retrieve Mordred, any action then would have meant continuing the war — an unfavorable battle for them.

Retreating allowed them to wait for Lancelot's return and, meanwhile, use the Holy Grail's power to strengthen the Knights of Justice — preparing for a future confrontation.

The Lion King sitting on the throne opened her eyes and nodded gently.

"I understand. There's nothing we can do… Morgan, why do you still stand against us now?"

She looked down at the Knights of the Round Table kneeling before her, then raised her head. Though her personality was now fully deified, she still could not understand Morgan's actions — neither the memories of events in Great Britain nor the woman confronting her now.

"Divine Selection… what I do is the right way to save humanity. However, for now, the Divine Selection will have to wait until after the battle with Morgan. Bring Lancelot back as soon as possible. Meanwhile, you must master your own power quickly. Humanity edges closer to ruin. We don't have time to waste."

The Lion King stood and looked down at the Knights of the Round Table.

"Put aside punishment for now. Let's settle scores once everything is over — before humanity is on the brink of extinction."

In the Lion King's eyes, the Magic King cannot be destroyed, meaning humanity is destined to be burned. There is limited space within the Holy Spear, so pure and flawless people must be chosen to protect it — ensuring humanity won't be completely wiped out. This is her kindness, and she is not wrong.

Those who resist are naturally the ones at fault.

-End Chapter-

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