The Warm Savior Has Passed Away; Only the Queen of Winter Remains

"Tch, all that talk still comes back to a defeat..."

With a disdainful smirk, the Fairy Knight Tristan glanced disdainfully at the pretentious Aurora, but his words were aimed at Woodworth.

Having said that, the Fairy Knight Tristan excitedly addressed Morgan on his throne—

"Mother, let me go and kill that rude stranger!"

How dare this mere outsider call himself king...

"Just throw it into the Great Chasm and fix it..."

"..."

Morgan, who had always granted his beloved daughter's every request in the past, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"No, Tristan, since he is the one who was able to cross the storm to get here and easily defeat Woodworth, then he deserves my recognition."

Morgan had a general understanding of the situation outside the storm.

But Morgan found it truly difficult to guess Gwen's identity—

Other Lostbelt shouldn't be able to send such a powerful individual here, but Pan-Human History has already been destroyed. Where did this powerful individual come from that was able to easily defeat Woodworth?

Moreover, according to Woodworth's description...

That ability was very much like the power of a god, which made Morgan somewhat hesitant to act rashly.

At the very least, we can't let Tristan recklessly crash into it.

"Ah, yes, Mother!"

Upon hearing Morgan's sigh, the previously arrogant Fairy Knight Tristan suddenly panicked, lowering his head and revealing hesitation on his usually smug face.

"Get up, Woodworth. It is not your fault that you were defeated by that kind of being."

Besides the foreign king, you seem to have brought back other people as well. Introduce them.

Morgan sighed inwardly upon seeing Tristan's appearance, but said nothing, and looked at Woodworth again.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen!"

Upon hearing this, Woodworth bowed respectfully before rising and standing tall before the throne, beginning to recount the men he had brought with him from Camelot.

However, since Woodworth was defeated by Gwen as soon as they met, he didn't have much to say.

But upon hearing that Child of Prophecy, Morgan's brow, hidden beneath her veil, furrowed slightly.

As Paradise Fairy, the Child of Prophecy does indeed have the right to correct her. In this sinful land, no matter what one does, there will be no sin.

But what if the other party is used by someone with ill intentions towards Britain...

However, Morgan's worries were quickly dispelled by Woodworth's words—

"Besides the foreign king and the Child of Prophecy, there was also an Old Blacksmith, whom the foreign king called the Black Knight Ector, who came with him."

But... excuse me for being offensive, I simply cannot..."

Before Woodworth could finish speaking, he felt a stab in the back and realized that Morgan's magical aura was very strange.

Before Woodworth could say anything, Morgan's words rang out—

"Since you are such an honored guest, please come in quickly—"

Keeping guests waiting is hardly polite.

"...yes."

Although taken aback by Morgan's reaction, Woodworth still responded respectfully.

Soon after, Gwen and the others received news that Queen Morgan had summoned them.

"It seems you have quite a lot of influence, Ector."

Gwen joked with the Old Blacksmith.

"..."

Ector, who had already donned the armor Gwen had modified based on his description, but lacked the imposing presence of the Black Knight of yesteryear, silently shook his head, staring blankly at the towering throne.

"Oh...

Let's go, let's go see Her Your Majesty the Queen.

Grabbing Artoria Caster's still somewhat timid little hand, Gwen smiled—

"Britain is at your fingertips."

Chapter 636 The warm savior has passed away; only the Winter Queen remains.

"It's so high..."

Looking up at the seemingly endless staircase ahead, Artoria couldn't help but gasp softly—

"Are you telling me we have to crawl until dawn and then have an audience with the emperor tomorrow?"

"It shouldn't be that bad,"

Gwen shook his head, smiled, and looked at Artoria.

"The fact that Morgan would send someone to inform us of this audience at this time indicates that he wants to see us now—"

Want to experience what it feels like to fly?

With a 'whoosh,' he directly traversed the steps that other fairies could never even dream of climbing in their entire lives?

Unlike the regular online Red Dragon Artoria, this Paradise Fairy Artoria lacks confidence due to sixteen years of bullying, even though she hasn't encountered many setbacks yet, and needs encouragement.

"Hmm... Forget it, it'll probably just get shot down..."

Upon hearing Gwen's suggestion, Artoria felt a flutter in her heart, but immediately shook her head vigorously.

"Heh, let's climb up together then."

Gwen lifted their clasped hands, and a warm, gentle power flowed into Artoria's body through them—

"Don't worry about anything, just stand tall and walk boldly upwards. I'll help you replenish your energy."

"Good!"

Feeling the warmth and power coursing through her body, Artoria Caster gained a little more confidence.

As Gwen had said, he straightened his back, raised his head, stepped onto the jade steps before him, and began... a whirlwind charge.

"..."

Ector, who had fallen behind in the blink of an eye, watched Artoria charge forward with reckless abandon and couldn't help but shake his head.

"As expected, even though they have almost identical appearances, they are still different people..."

With a sigh, Ector stretched his limbs slightly.

Although Gwen was pulled away by Artoria, he did provide her with some assistance before they set off.

Even with his broken body, climbing to the top of these steps wouldn't be too difficult for him.

The next moment, the Black Knight, having stretched his limbs, also began to climb upwards, even faster than Artoria.

Moreover, compared to Artoria's reckless charge, which would only elicit a curse from the fairy who was supposed to be leading the way, calling her a country bumpkin Princess running wild, Ector's advance possessed an invisible momentum and should be described as... a charge.

"Call..."

Discovering that she didn't feel tired or short of breath from strenuous exercise, only lightheaded after a wild run, Artoria ran straight from the entrance of the stairs to the top before finally catching her breath.

However, before the Wild Boar Princess, who had not yet received the nickname "Wild Princess," could even give her a speech, she noticed that the palace guards around her were looking at her strangely. A sense of unease welled up in her heart, and she put away her relaxed smile.

However, before she could even compose herself, Gwen's cheerful voice reached her ears—

"Looks like you're quite athletic, Artoria. How about you flatten the top of your staff and just swing it around to smash people?"

"No way!"

Artoria thoughts were still somewhat scattered, almost instantly conjured up that scene... It seems pretty good?

However, the next moment, Artoria threw that ridiculous thought to the wind and glared angrily at the guy who was teasing her.

"Even if you want to use the staff as a weapon, there's no need to flatten the top. You can try to condense the corresponding magical weapon at the top."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded from behind, startling Artoria. She turned around and saw Ector, who looked exceptionally robust in his armor and exuded a heavy aura that she hadn't felt in Tingel's blacksmith shop.

Seeing Artoria looking at him, Ector nodded slightly and continued—

"The key to fighting is to win. Don't be bound by the form; just choose the method you like best."

Having watched Artoria grow up, Ector believed he understood the girl fairly well.

Despite being naturally lively, she is overly concerned about the opinions and comments of others, constantly denying herself, which is quite contradictory.

Unlike the savior she once accompanied, Artoria now needs encouragement.

"All right...

I'll consider it later.

Under Ector's gaze, and sensing the stares of the other fairies around her, as well as the malice in their eyes, Artoria scratched her head and gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Ah, you'll have plenty of time to consider and choose regarding this later."

As for now, let's go inside first.

Gwen chuckled as he looked at Artoria's somewhat flustered expression and then looked up ahead.

Gwen's gaze passed through the now-open door and he saw the throne, which contained terrifying magic, and on the throne Queen Morgan, who wore a black veil.

While Gwen looked toward the throne, Morgan was also peering out the door.

Although there was a considerable distance between them, this was not a problem for Morgan.

His gaze lingered on Artoria for a moment... Hmm, a Paradise Fairy who wasn't his type.

Having been adopted and cared for by the Rain Clan since childhood, and having received knowledge from Morgan of the Pan-Human History, Morgan recognized the difference between Artoria and himself almost at a glance.

Morgan's gaze swept over the two men, then landed on Ector, who had reached the top of the jade steps a step later—

Ah, that's right. Although the aura has changed a lot, it is indeed Ector.

Gazing at his companion whom he hadn't seen since the Bloody Coronation, even Morgan, now in his current state, couldn't help but feel a touch of reminiscence in his eyes.

However, Morgan quickly snapped out of his daze upon noticing the scrutinizing gaze and met it.

Unlike other fairies who instinctively look at the Paradise Fairy with disgust, this one looked with curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of goodwill, which even made Morgan, who was used to the fairies' gaze, feel a little uncomfortable.

However, despite sensing the goodwill in Gwen's eyes, Morgan remained wary of this outsider of unknown origin and purpose.

She has betrayed her mission as Paradise Fairy, abandoned the goals she once persisted in and worked hard for, and now all that remains is this Britain, a land of filthy fairies, which no one can take away!

Morgan's innate fairy eyes and various magic tricks opened silently and worked together to help Morgan see through Gwen's true intentions.

However, despite using various methods, including many grand magic tricks, Morgan could not see through the truth hidden beneath that calm gaze. Only a fleeting spark was imprinted deep in Morgan's eyes.

As Morgan hesitated, three figures stepped through the open doors and into the main hall.

The clerk standing to the side seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, Morgan used magic to cover his mouth, silencing him.

The arrival of Gwen and his two companions drew the attention of everyone present.

A Child of Prophecy looks almost exactly like Morgan.

A foreign king who claims to have come from beyond the storm, and a seemingly intimidating but actually weak fairy knight... no, can he really be called a knight?

The fairies watching the three people who were present at the audience had all sorts of thoughts running through their minds.

However, all of this was no longer relevant to the people inside the hall—

"Welcome, visitor from afar, and... Ector."

Looking at the figure he thought he could only see again in his Remembrance, Morgan's eyes were filled with complex emotions—

Nostalgia, relief, gratitude, and even...

At that Bloody Coronation, when she returned, Ector had already had her ears pierced by the fairies and been pushed into the sea, and she had never seen her again since.

Even she could not find any evidence that her reliable comrade was still alive, or that he was still in existence.

By a twist of fate, Morgan unexpectedly met his former comrade-in-arms again, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

However, the fact that the former savior now greeted her old friend as a cold Queen ruling over all of Britain stirred up indescribable emotions in Morgan's heart.

After all, her current actions can be described as trampling on the goals we once worked together for.