Meeting His Majesty the Emperor

Military music rang out, stirring cheers from the people. Mordred stepped down from the ship, followed by Galahad and Percival, two of the younger members of his inner circle.

"After being away for so long, Britain's soil still feels the most familiar."

"Exactly. Bretonnia may be vast and grand, but without the customs and atmosphere of home, it cannot give one this same sense of peace."

The moment he set foot on shore, Mordred heard the two trusted men beside him sighing with emotion. He could not help but nod lightly in wholehearted agreement.

Nearly eight months had passed—truly no short time. Mordred, too, could not help but feel a trace of longing for his homeland...