"You won, Morgan..."
The old man upon the decaying jade throne fell silent for a moment, then coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood and muttered hoarsely.
However, Vortigern immediately sneered, mockery gleaming in his pitch-black eyes.
"But this struggle will not end. Everything has only just begun! You will never change the fate you bear!"
Samael's brow twitched. After some thought, he immediately understood that Vortigern was referring to the entanglement between Artoria and Morgan, the two sisters destined to head toward an irreconcilable extreme, just as he and Uther had.
"They have their choices, and I have my answer. Even if fate cannot be reversed, I will never become like you—betraying this land and slaughtering my own people!"
Morgan snorted coldly, her gaze firm and clear. There was not the slightest trace of the disaster-bringing Witch who would one day divide the Knights of the Round Table and overthrow Camelot.
A trace of complexity surfaced deep within the ancient serpent's pupils.
Samael vaguely remembered that, in a future that should not have existed, the six great Fae Clans had slain Horned God Kernunnos, replacing humanity as Britain's rulers.
Morgan, transformed into a fae and sent forth from the Inner Sea of Stars, should have led the six Fae Clans to repent, then uprooted this twisted history—the culprit behind Britain's destruction.
Yet after she reached the surface, was hidden away and raised by the Rain Clan, and grew up wrapped in love, she defied her original purpose. At any cost, she did everything in her power to ensure the continuation of that twisted history.
Even when the Rain Clan that had raised her was besieged and exterminated by the other clans for hiding the savior, she chose not to hate them, but to forgive;
Even when those irredeemable fae