Chapter 925
"I already know I can't beat you, so I will take you to the castle as Mother instructed."
Perhaps to hide it from his mother, Tristan changed back into his Western-style clothes and brushed the mud off his legs.
"However, don't be too arrogant and order me around. The only people in this world who can command me are my mother and Shirou."
"..."
Upon hearing her say that, Artoria's expression twisted slightly.
After that, the two returned to the carriage.
The oppressive atmosphere inside the carriage had vanished.
Tristan tried to strike up a conversation with Artoria several times, but only received perfunctory responses.
After all, that was a question the Child of Prophecy could not answer directly.
Tristan: "Hey? Where did Shirou go? When can I see him?"
Artoria: "..."
Tristan: "You know what? This collar was a gift from Shirou; it was a very popular accessory in Pan-Human History."
Artoria: "..."
Tristan: "I know he's busy, but he still can't make time to meet with me... I won't let him get away with this!"
He has absolutely no sense of responsibility as someone's owner... Hmph, how should I punish him?
Artoria: "..."
Seeing the red-haired girl's beaming face, oblivious to her own bliss, the Child of Prophecy found it unbearable.
After a day's journey, the majestic chalk-white city walls finally came into Artoria's view.
They entered through the main gate, brushing past another group of the Fang Clan fairies who were just leaving Camelot.
Voices could be heard outside, and the carriage stopped.
It seemed someone wanted to see the Child of Prophecy; Tristan frowned and opened the window.
When she saw the hairy face that appeared outside, she showed a somewhat displeased expression.
"What? It's old man Woodwose."
You don't need to show your face; I'll be with the Child of Prophecy. You just need to obey your mother's orders.
Her tone was rude, as if she might smack her lips at any moment.
However, Woodwose, who was usually at odds with Tristan, unusually refrained from confronting him and simply observed the carriage quietly.
"You are the Child of Prophecy of Tintagel... Hmph, letting you escape was the biggest mistake of my life."
After suffering a defeat at Lundinium, Woodwose returned to Camelot to report back.
However, Morgan did not punish him; instead, he asked him to organize the evacuation of Camelot.
As Woodwose was leaving Camelot, he saw the carriage and wanted to see the face of the Child of Prophecy directly.
After finally seeing the true face of the Child of Prophecy, the Duke of Oxford had a complicated expression.
As a manifestation of A-Ray's ancestral traits, he sensed Artoria's immense power at a single glance.
Tristan continued to fan the flames from the sidelines.
"That's right, it's all your fault! This guy has gotten so strong that you can't beat him now! You old geezer!"
The Child of Prophecy has grown to the point where he could threaten the Queen —all because he failed to nip the threat in the bud.
Woodwose ignored Tristan's provocation, glanced around the carriage, and then looked puzzled.
Without a doubt, he was searching for the man who had defeated him in the past.
"Isn't Shirou Amamiya with you?" Woodwose asked.
"If there's anything you need, just tell me," Artoria said calmly.
The clan chief of the Fang Clan shook his head. "No, since he's not here, then forget it."
Tristan scoffed, "What?! I heard you got a really good beating from Shirou..."
I thought you'd finally developed some backbone, but why are you still as indecisive and wishy-washy as before?
Woodwose smiled. "I want to thank that man in person; it was thanks to him that I was able to regain my senses."
Since he's not here, let's just forget about it.
"..."
Tristan was stunned.
"I've taken up your time, Child of Prophecy. I must take my leave now."
Woodwose said nothing more, then simply left with his men from the Fang Clan.
Inside the carriage, which had started moving again, Tristan muttered in surprise.
"What exactly is that guy here for?"
Artoria silently turned her face to the side.
As expected of Shirou.
Even enemies with opposing stances...
Compared to all that he has done, I am utterly insignificant.
Artoria wasn't discouraged; she simply took it for granted.
Everyone, including myself, was saved because of Shirou.
Just like Hope said, the person who should have disappeared in the Inner Sea of the Planet... was me.
The carriage continued its journey.
Knowing she was about to face Morgan, Artoria took a deep breath to compose herself and looked out the window.
"What about the residents of Camelot?"
Tristan explained, "Because Mother said that if we stayed here any longer, our lives wouldn't be safe, so she instructed the fairies to evacuate."
Reports of the army's defeat at the front had already reached Camelot.
This Britain- safest city in Britain may soon become a battlefield.
Because they didn't want to be caught in the crossfire of the battle between the Child of Prophecy and the Queen, the fairies fled overnight after receiving permission.
After passing through a quiet residential area, the carriage came to a stop.
Artoria and Tristan got out of the car together and looked up at the magnificent and imposing city of chalk.
Even without injecting magic into her eyes, Artoria could sense the extraordinary magic emanating from the Queen's presence.
"Hmph, pretty impressive, huh? Don't think you're so great just because you beat me."
The red-haired girl proudly puffed out her chest. "Let me make this clear first, Her Majesty the Queen would never be defeated by someone like you!"
That's right, Mother will defeat that annoying Child of Prophecy.
Everything will be alright once the Child of Prophecy is defeated.
Even Shirou, who firmly believes in prophecies, will have to admit defeat this time.
When that time comes, I will step in and make them reconcile.
Then, the girl thought to herself with a hopeful expression.
My mother, Shirou, and I can then be happily together forever.
"..."
Artoria strode toward the palace with a somber expression.
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The palace was eerily silent.
It wasn't just residents who were evacuated from Camelot; hundreds of officials and ambassadors were also among those evacuated.
After the Bell of Pilgrimage rang throughout Britain, Queen Morgan became literally all alone.
No--
She has been a lone wolf ever since she first put on the crown.
The sound of Artoria's boots and Tristan's high heels clicking on the ground echoed up the steps.
It took a full hour just to climb the stairs, and finally a majestic and luxurious gate appeared.
The two girls stopped in front of the door, and with a heavy thud, the door opened automatically, revealing the audience hall inside.
The dimly lit hall also lacked vitality.
No other fairies could be seen, except for one person— the Queen seated on her throne.
Morgan wore a crown and a robe that seemed to blend into the night.
Her long silver hair flowed down, and a veil concealed her face.
Her slender yet mysterious figure exudes an aloof and unapproachable aura, truly deserving of the title "Queen of Winter".
"Queen Majesty, I have brought the Child of Prophecy with me."
The Faerie Knight arrived at the center of the hall, knelt on one knee, and began to speak.
Morgan nodded. "Tristan, thank you for your hard work. You may leave now."
Tristan: "Mother, please allow me to listen in..."
"No."
The Queen interrupted the Faerie Knight.
"Step back. I want to speak with the Child of Prophecy alone."
"... Well."
Tristan looked visibly surprised.
The girl opened her mouth as if to say something, but shut her mouth under her mother's pressure.
"Yes, I understand, Mother... Please Duojia careful."
With those words, Tristan quietly left, glancing at Artoria as he went.
"----"
In the vast Jade Throne Hall, only the Fae Queen and the Child of Prophecy remain.
"The fairy in the new paradise is named Artoria, isn't she?"
"Nice to meet you, Queen Morgan."
Artoria spoke with neither humility nor arrogance.
"My name is Artoria Caster. Thank you very much for your invitation."
"..."
Queen Morgan said nothing, but simply observed Artoria's face quietly.
If someone like Artoria possesses the Fae Eyes, she can clearly sense Morgan's wavering.
This is to be expected, given that the Child of Prophecy before us are quite different from the rumors.
Neither the cold atmosphere nor the gloomy expression.
"..."
Morgan studied the blonde girl and sighed softly.
The sound was so faint that probably only Artoria, whose physical abilities surpassed those of fairies, could hear it.