Chapter 874
Sixteen years ago, Queen Morgan appears to have conducted a large-scale baby hunt in Britain.
I've been investigating this incident for the past few days, but I can't find any relevant records in Camelot's archives.
Gawain, can you tell me about the "Child of Prophecy"?
"..."
Gawain paused for a moment, then sighed softly.
She had also fantasized that Shirou would never get involved in the affairs of the Fae Kingdom, but was that really impossible...?
Recently, a rumor reached the Queen's ears.
The Fae Knight Tristan seemed to be in a good mood.
Although it's still just a rumor.
The news spread like wildfire not only among the lower-ranking fairies of New Darlington, but also among the higher-ranking fairies who were permitted to reside in the royal capital, Camelot.
One day, a group of wind fairies were chatting and laughing on the streets of Camelot when they suddenly bumped into something with a "thud".
How can someone be so rude?
We are Camelot officials, get out of the way!
What kind of country bumpkin is this? Doesn't it have eyes?
They were about to reprimand the other person, but their faces turned pale when they saw what they saw.
Because they ran into Fae Knight Tristan.
Fae Knight Tristan – Princess Royal Queen, a cruel and ruthless Fae Slayer.
I'm going to be killed!
Tristan would use her most prized strings to slice off the goblins' feet, enjoy watching them writhe on the ground screaming, and finally chop off their heads.
Those eyes, brimming with a sadistic light, seemed to completely disregard the fairy's life.
Those were dim, gray eyes, as if peering into the depths of a cave with a lantern.
Is she really still alive? Disgusting!
The officials were filled with these thoughts, and they stammered, not daring to speak.
"I told you to be careful when you walk."
The Faerie Knight simply left those words behind, then hummed a song and strode away.
There was not a trace of contempt on her face.
She seemed to have no concept of fairies at all.
Were we saved? Why? Just a spur-of-the-moment decision?
That must be it; it must just be a whim.
The free-spirited Tristan.
The Red-haired Fae was wrapped in blood.
Just like her color, she's a thrill-seeking fairy.
The fairy official left dejectedly.
As a result, although Tristan was unhappy, some of the fairies still survived.
--Only this somewhat distorted fact spread.
These things mainly circulated behind the scenes in New Darlington and Camelot.
Of course, it also reached the Queen's ears.
There's no need to ask specifically, and no need to eavesdrop.
The Queen who rules the world can obtain all kinds of information simply by being connected to her throne.
"I see... Tristan, she..."
Morgan smiled with satisfaction.
She was initially worried about what Shirou would think if he saw ▇▇▇ in his current state...
It's so good that nothing unpleasant happened.
Shirou also seems willing to accept Tristan.
Although the child has become like this, there's nothing that can be done about it...
This is the sacrifice Tristan had to make in order to survive in this world.
But now, Shirou is back.
Now that person is back, Tristan no longer needs to act like before... Can she go back to being a normal girl?
Morgan was filled with hope.
Everything in the Fae Kingdom is moving in a positive direction.
As long as Shirou is here, nothing can pose a threat to him or the country.
She seemed to already see the day when Britain would become the ideal country in her heart.
But if that's the case... then why do I feel uneasy?
Morgan frowned.
As she pondered deeply--
"After breaking into the girl's room late at night, did you then break into her mother's room?"
The Fae Queen turned her head and looked at the window behind her, saying...
There stood a white-haired youth, using Magecraft to unlock the door in an attempt to sneak into the Queen's bedroom.
Shirou, somewhat flustered after being spotted by the Queen, calmly opened the window.
"Yo, good evening."
"..."
The Queen of Winter scoffed, "What's wrong? Do you want to take me to the ends of the universe to see the stars too?"
It seems that even her daughter, whom she values more than the Fae Kingdom...
Morgan was still quite unhappy about Shirou taking her on a secret rendezvous in space.
The white-haired youth smiled bitterly and spoke from the windowsill.
Morgan, I have something to say to you.
"...!"
The Queen frowned slightly, as if she had sensed something from those words.
Even after two thousand years, their tacit understanding remains unchanged.
The Fae Queen gasped, "I don't want to."
She seemed to be saying that she would never let Shirou escape, casting a deep blue gaze from beneath the black veil.
I don't want to hear those goodbye words—
Morgan bit her lip. "You should stay with me."
As long as Shirou stays by my side, everything will be alright--"
Shirou interrupted her, his blunt words shattering the Queen's last shred of hope.
"Morgan, I returned to the Fae Kingdom to destroy this country."
"..."
Morgan did not show much surprise.
Perhaps subconsciously, she had guessed from the beginning Shirou's true purpose in returning to the Fae Kingdom.
It's just that people are unwilling to admit it rationally.
"Why..." the Queen asked through gritted teeth.
Shirou didn't mince words, replying, "Because the existence of the Fae Kingdom threatens the continuation of Pan-Human History."
"Just because of that?"
"That's one aspect, but more importantly... because the Fae Kingdom has no future."
Shirou calmly said, "It's like a tumor growing on a healthy body."
The correct approach should be to remove the tumor and save the patient's life, not to sacrifice the patient's life to preserve the tumor.
Shirou's comparison of the Fae Kingdom to a tumor deeply pained Morgan.
"This is... the country you founded!"
The Queen finally lost her temper and cried out in anguish.
She knew better than anyone how hopeless this world was.
Even so, it was a world created by Shirou Amamiya, a world built by the two of them together.
It was for this reason that Morgan was able to persevere alone for 2000 years.
But now, you're so casually telling me to end it?
Shirou remained calm.
"Precisely because this is the country I founded, I have an obligation... that I must personally end it."
Morgan asked, his voice trembling, "Don't you have even the slightest bit of attachment to this country... to our country?"
Shirou said, "No, not at all."
To me, the only person truly important in this world is Morgan...
Only you, Tristan, Lancelot, and Gawain.
As for the country itself, I'm very sorry, I have no feelings for it.
This is a lie.
To say that there was absolutely no emotion involved would be a complete lie.
The Fae Kingdom is Shirou's second home, and he has a deep affection for this land.
But no matter how much we miss it, this is a world that should have faced its end long ago.
This mistake has persisted for six thousand years; we cannot allow it to continue.
"!!"
Morgan's shoulders were trembling violently.
Why... why give up so easily?
If it were Shirou... if it were you, you could create a better world with me!!
Why... why...!!"
The Queen had long since lost her former composure and calmness.
Right now, she's like a child throwing a tantrum.
Shirou knew he had made an unreasonable request of her.
Shirou also knew that his future actions would hurt her.
"Listen, Morgan, I assure you, I will never abandon you."
Once this is over... I will never leave you again, that's a promise.
However, even so, she must accept it.
"Why—I don't need a promise!"