The misunderstanding cleared up

In the empty space, only Uther's heartfelt words could be heard, but when his speech, which sounded like a lecture, came to an end, there was no applause or cheers.

Only a soft sigh escaped my lips.

"Ugh, you're so arrogant."

"Ha?"

Uther was clearly surprised by Bai Mo's words. Then, Bai Mo kicked the sword on the ground in front of him.

"You won't succeed. She will keep going, but what the future holds is neither your opinion nor mine. Although, I agree with you, the responsibility of being a savior is indeed not something she should bear."

"Since that's the case..."

It was as if Uther had seen the sun after the Beginning and End had parted, but then, a clanging sound came from the scabbard.

"But your actions are terribly wrong, even an insult to her act of saving the world, Knight of Londinium. If you wish to remove that responsibility of saving the world from her shoulders, you should take it upon yourself."

Bai Mo's words stunned Uther, and then he chuckled twice.

"You call me arrogant? You're the arrogant one who's beyond arrogant! No... have you gone mad?"

"That's a strange statement. If you want a savior to give up their duty, shouldn't they do it even better? Prove that they can fulfill that duty with less or even no cost."

I think what I said makes a lot of sense.

These words immediately caused even the dead Uther, Yuther, to chuckle twice. He had never imagined such a thing; in fact, no normal person could possibly imagine it.

But Bai Mo believed that this was a matter of course. Back in Russia, one side was Ritsuka and her friends' Pan-Human History, and the other side was the Lostbelt. It was a cruel choice: one step was their own world, and the other was the destruction of other worlds. Therefore, Ritsuka and her friends, or anyone else, should never be made to face that choice.

Both options in the trolley problem are incorrect.

At that time, he had already taken the first step, and his determination had been erected like a tombstone.

A gust of wind blew by, dispersing the mist. Uther heard Bai Mo's words and slowly raised his sword. Behind the mist, Uther saw a figure in black and blue.

Morgan stood there, but... the person before him was no longer the savior Ash.

"I won't let you go any further."

"But I have to keep going. Even though this Britain a terrible place, as long as there's one person here worth saving, I have to keep going."

The brief exchange ended, words ceased, like the starting gun fire of a race, where swords and knives clashed. One moved forward, the other backward.

The light that Splitting the Sky shattered the sword in the knight's hand at that moment. Bai Mo turned back, not looking at the vanished soul, leaving behind only a single sentence.

"You are dead. Rest in peace."

Beginning and End was sheathed, Uther's sword shattered silently. The spirit vanished completely.

Footsteps came from behind. Bai Mo turned his head and saw his familiar companion.

"You ran into your disciple over there too?"

"I've encountered the Ash of the past; in terms of Magecraft skill, I'm far more ruthless than her."

Morgan walked to Bai Mo's side, and the two stood side by side. Everything around them seemed to be burning paper, gradually dissipating. Morgan glanced at Bai Mo, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"I was a little faster than you; after a few steps, I saw you fighting and exchanging words."

"Oh no! You heard that? Ugh, saying that in front of the person involved is truly embarrassing."

Bai Mo blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed at having spoken such arrogant words in front of others. A soft laugh came from beside him.

"Hehe, pfft hehehe..."

If anyone who knew her were here, they would be utterly stunned. How could the Winter Queen, who was as still as a statue, be laughing? But it was true; that somewhat ambiguous laughter did indeed come from her.

Because only now did she truly understand the guy in front of her.

Morgan and Bai Mo's encounter was tinged with a misunderstanding. Morgan, who came from the Fairy Britain, hardly believed in anything. When she saw that Bai Mo could protect Britain, she was prepared to use everything except Britain as a bargaining chip.

But the person before me said: I don't need your rights or anything else, I only need the Holy Lance and the Mirror as weapons.

Morgan didn't believe it at all, because when the two met, she saw Bai Mo demanding that Indra sign an unequal treaty that was humiliating and detrimental to the country's sovereignty.

She had always carried a sense of unease, not seeking wealth or fame, and even showing no interest in herself. She didn't understand what the person before her truly wanted, and this unsettled her.

But now, she finally understood what the person before her truly desired. All her unease vanished in that moment, and this sense of peace made the Winter Queen laugh at her past self, who had been tormented by non-existent anxieties.

He also laughs at the person in front of him, wanting to take off the responsibility of savior, but his way of doing so is to take it on and carry it even better. What an arrogant yet gentle fellow.

It also made up for the joy that should have existed when we met.

"That's about enough..." Bai Mo was somewhat embarrassed and angry, but this only made Morgan feel a little playful.

"Oh~ So how are you going to stop me? I'm quite curious."

"I will use Magnetic Field Power to create a caterpillar and place it on your staff."

"... That's not fair!"

Morgan stopped laughing and hid her staff behind her back. If an insect landed on her staff, she would have to seriously consider whether she could still keep it.

"So what's going on here? That guy claimed to be a knight of Londinium; he shouldn't be dying here."

Bai Mo forcefully changed the subject, and Morgan didn't answer, but stopped in one place. Beneath his feet were cold stone steps, where a line of text appeared.

All the beautiful memories of my past are left here.

"Did you leave this?"

How did you know?

"The handwriting is exactly the same as the contract you pulled out back then."

Morgan's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing this, but he quickly shook his head.

"The savior Ash was buried here long ago; it wouldn't be wrong to say he died here. Uther is already dead, so naturally he wouldn't know. After bidding farewell, the name Ash was abandoned."

Fairy is a name, and it is very important. Losing a name is, in a sense, losing meaning, and eventually, it will lead to death. But now, almost no one in all of Britain knows the name Ash.

Therefore, it's not wrong to say that Ash died.

"These should have been remnants of memories, the spirits of the dead, but they have been exploited by those with ulterior motives. If you have even the slightest agreement with their words, you will be manipulated."

Fortunately, there are only two remnant souls here, enough to set up only two trials.

Morgan said this, and then wiped the words off the ground.

Everything around vanished into thin air, and before them stood the Bell Tower of Orkney, with the Clan Bell and the frozen Mash right there. However, besides these, there were two other figures: Artoria and Ritsuka.

At the same time, the roar of towering waves reached his ears, and the entire Orkney seemed to be shaken by an earthquake. Bai Mo instantly felt a strange sensation, as if someone was holding a blood-drawing needle and not coming close.

"Something's wrong, let's get out of here."

Just as Bai Mo grabbed Morgan and was about to leave with Ritsuka and the others, Ritsuka's hand had already touched the ice coffin.

With a crack, the ice coffin shattered, and at the same time, the Clan Bell was tolled, its sound echoing throughout Britain. This announced that the pilgrimage of the Fairy of Paradise had begun, and the blade of judgment upon the fairies had fallen.