Shen Fei had always wondered why no one in Fae Country had tried to ring the Pilgrimage Bells. After all, the prophecy was right there. Now he finally understood. It was not that others did not want to; they simply could not. Even Percival, who held the Spear of Selection, could not do it, because it was no longer the Staff of Selection.
"So this is the sound of the Pilgrimage Bells." Aurora, Muirne, Knocknaree, and the others all fell into contemplation as the bells rang.
"Guards." In Camelot's royal hall, Queen Morgan issued her orders the moment she heard the bells, summoning the Fae Knights. Since Castor's side had rung the Pilgrimage Bells, the war between them had begun. If it had been Aesc from over two thousand years ago, she might have shown mercy. But Morgan now would not.
Having watched the upheavals of Fae Country Britain for over two thousand years, Morgan had come to understand the fae's nature deeply. It had not changed in the slightest. Granted, after more than two thousand years, many fae had changed, and some had even begun to atone for their sins. But that did not alter the larger picture. The Mirror Clan, for instance, recognized its own sins and began seeking redemption, only to be wiped out like the Rain Clan before it.
"War is already upon us. So easily bored, yet so swiftly intoxicated by bloodshed... Even after two thousand years, the fae's nature has not changed at all. Wake up, Knight Boton."
After issuing all her orders, Queen Morgan went to a hidden place within the palace and awakened Knight Boton, who had slept there for over two hundred years.
"Guardian Knight Boton at your service. Two hundred years have passed, yet Your Majesty still shines as brilliantly