Camelot, Tower of End.
Ripples of light flickered, and the air spread in waves like the surface of a lake. A graceful figure draped in Black Veil emerged from the vortex amid the pulses.
Following the Queen who had ascended the lonely tower, she climbed the steps one by one. Silver-white armor manifested from magical power once more covered her body, sealing her within it again.
Yet though it was only a few steps, Morgan walked very slowly.
At last, the figure returned to the throne. The flickering pillar of light above the tower shone like a torch that had been rekindled, radiating brilliance.
The gloom within the great hall was gradually driven away by the light, while the dark clouds hanging over Camelot slowly dissolved beneath the beam that connected heaven and earth.
Outside the entrance hall, Mordred, who had been guarding the lonely tower, heard the commotion within. She pushed open the doors and entered, looking up in surprise as she scratched her head curiously.
"Where did you go?"
"I went to do something that needed doing..."
Morgan was vague. After a brief pause, she changed the subject.
"By the way, a few days ago, you and Bavangshi captured a group of people from Cornwall?"
"Hmph, those bastards were making a fuss again about Lancelot and the others disappearing. They kept slandering us behind our backs, so Bavangshi and I got fed up and threw them all into the water prison!"
At the question, Mordred immediately bristled with anger and could not help grumbling to Morgan. Her clenched teeth ground together with a creak.
Morgan merely waved a hand dismissively and gave the order in an even tone.
"Forget it. Let them go..."
"Why?!"
With anger still bottled up inside her, Mordred immediately glared and shouted furiously.
"Whether