Washington. It was another fine, sunny day.
The sunlight was warm, the breeze gentle. The great halo hung alongside the sun in the sky, making its immense size all the more apparent.
Maeve sprawled across a lounge chair atop the palace like a lazy cat, while Cu Chulainn stood at the edge with his arms folded, overlooking all of Washington in silent contemplation.
"Hey, Little Cu, are you still thinking about those people? It's fine." Maeve stretched and sat up from her lounge chair, smiling at Cu Chulainn. "How about we do something more interesting?"
Cu Chulainn merely turned back to glance at Maeve without saying a word, yet it was as though he had said everything.
Maeve twisted her head in slight embarrassment and annoyance.
Cu Chulainn sighed.
Although Maeve had modified his Spirit Origin to make him utterly obedient, he still found it somewhat strange.
But that did not change the fact that he was her king. He would guard her and protect her.
Even if this world came to an end.
"You—"
BOOM—
Just as Cu Chulainn was about to say something, a tremendous crash suddenly rang out from the east of Washington, as if it were about to blow the roof off the sky.
Jemia, covered in bony plates and spikes, emerged from the chaotic cloud of dust. He raised his head slightly, cracks spreading across his bone plates as a thread of white breath spilled from his enormous maw.
He had expanded his body to its absolute limit, and under Lawrence's tremendous enhancement—
He smashed through the thick eastern walls of Washington.
Washington had originally possessed no city walls. However, after arriving at this Singularity, Maeve had used the large number of Celtic soldiers summoned by the Holy Grail as laborers to raise towering walls