"Rebellion?! At a time like this?"
In the church, the Angel King's majestic voice carried a rare hint of anger.
"Arthur Weasley is the Holy Son, about to become the perfect Holy King! Rome has already been defeated! He should have had no enemies left! When he returns to Camelot, his holy deeds will be complete, and the Holy Grail will appear in its most perfect form!"
"At such a critical final moment, you're telling me a rebellion has broken out?!"
"Great Angel King—please forgive our negligence." Merlin knelt on the ground, his face bitter. "It was Mordred! He is Arthur Weasley's most beloved and trusted nephew, the son of Arthur Weasley's sister Morgan."
"Arthur Weasley marched on Rome and needed someone to govern the country in his place. He trusted Mordred, but for some reason, Mordred lost his mind and began spreading word throughout the homeland that Arthur Weasley was dead. He even intends to marry Guinevere!"
"Fool!" Lucifer's voice rang in Merlin's ears, making his very soul tremble.
"You have disappointed me too greatly!"
"I must command the war between gods. The evil gods of Olympus are still barely clinging to life in Rome. I entrusted mortal affairs to you, but what have you done!"
"I merely withdrew my gaze for a moment, and you committed such a grave error!"
"Forgive me, my lord—forgive me—I am guilty—" Merlin's mind shook. He sprawled on the ground, snot and tears streaming everywhere.
"Where is Arthur Weasley?" After a long while, Lucifer spoke again.
"Arthur Weasley—he is extremely angry—he wants to return at once to suppress the rebellion. Someone tried to advise him otherwise and nearly got killed—I know the victory in Rome is not stable enough yet, and the army is exhausted after the great battle. I am persuading him