Before the gates of Camelot.
The gates stood wide open, without a single guard. Looking through them, one could see ordinary citizens going about their lives inside.
Gray said, "How do we get in? We should probably sneak in, but I don't have any invisibility skills like Presence Concealment."
Suddenly, a layer of shadow enveloped Gray, and she vanished.
She hadn't truly disappeared. It was merely an illusion that ordinary people couldn't see through.
Anyone sensitive to magical energy would be able to notice something amiss.
If Morgan had been overseeing Britain, she could have discovered Gray effortlessly, but at present, no one in Britain could detect her.
Beneath a certain hood, a pair of eyes suddenly opened. After a moment's thought, they closed again. Their owner seemed prepared to remain silent, but still began to walk.
Gray walked cautiously, confirming that no one in the bustling city seemed able to see her.
Reassured, she headed toward the palace. Though she didn't know exactly where her destination was, she couldn't go wrong by heading somewhere important.
Along the way, Gray noticed that everyone wore a smile, from ordinary peddlers and laborers to wealthy merchants and influential officials.
Gray said, "The people in this country all seem to be living very well."
The Shadow of King Hassan said, "Very well? It's all false. I won't deny that I'm a fabrication, but I still possess some of King Arthur's memories."
"In those memories, the people only ever demanded more, as though everything were their due. Whatever they wanted, they begged the king for it. If they didn't get it, it was the king's fault."
"It was in such an environment that King Arthur was worn down, step by step. That is why I abandoned the light, embraced the darkness, and became an