A Fleeting Miracle, The Future of Britain

[This is a miracle born from "longing".]

[If one person cannot fully describe their longing for another, then let more eyes fill in the remaining details.]

[The obedient him in her eyes.]

[The hypocritical him in her eyes.]

[Both are parts of him.]

[Through this patchwork, a miracle that should not have existed was born.]

[A "person" denied by the world returns to the universe as an "Fae".]

"..."

"..."

Hearing the voice engraved deep in their souls, Artoria and Morgan by the lake turned around together, then froze in place.

Standing before them was none other than the familiar yet unrecallable part of their memories.

They remembered.

They remembered everything.

That existence called "Ian".

A selfish, corrupt, and despicable person.

"Mr. Ian!"

Realizing this, Artoria rushed into his arms.

"I missed you so much... where did you go?"

"..."

Looking at the girl in his arms, saddened by her tears, Ian could only gently pat her back and say softly:

"But I'm back now, aren't I?"

"Artoria, don't cry."

"If you keep crying, I won't be able to see you smile."

Compared to Artoria's undisguised eagerness, Morgan, though equally delighted to see the person she longed for, was much more composed in her actions.

She looked at Ian before her and said coldly:

"Although I do miss him, I don't want to indulge in illusions for that reason."

"I know he would never want to see me like this."

"So—"

"If you're a phantom created by the lake, then please disappear quickly."

After ascending the throne, Morgan took a rare moment to re-examine herself.

What she wanted,

And what she didn't want.

She had pondered these questions many times.

So even in her current state of longing, she remained clear-headed.

But—

This was not an illusion.

Ian looked at the expressionless Morgan, smiled slightly, and said:

"Princess."

"Can I answer your question about who is more beautiful than the flowers again?"

"If so, you should believe that I'm not an illusion, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan's blue eyes trembled as if in an earthquake.

This question, which had permeated her entire life, was definitely not something a lake phantom could answer.

"Ian, it's you."

"How dare you leave me without a word! Who gave you that right?!"

Though her words sounded domineering, Morgan's actions were hurried.

She walked up to him and kissed those lips that existed only in her memory.

In the firefly-like light of the miracle, the three reunited.

After a long time.

The emotion subsided slightly.

Morgan released his lips, and Artoria raised her head from his embrace.

"Mr. Ian... where exactly did you go?" the girl asked.

"Why couldn't I remember your name?"

Ian shrugged.

"Artoria, I can't answer your question."

"Can't answer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded. "Because even I don't remember where I went."

"I only know I went to kill a bastard."

"But he seems to have escaped to a place I can't reach, hiding even his name."

"But I won't let him go."

"If he has the guts, he can hide there forever."

"This—"

A look of confusion appeared in Artoria's green eyes.

"Mr. Ian, then why do you have such a desire?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied:

"No reason."

"I just suddenly wanted to do it."

Of course, this wasn't the truth.

But if he told Artoria all the reasons and burdened her with them, how would he be any different from King Uther and Merlin?

Her life shouldn't have any more shackles.

"Then—"

Morgan looked at the man before her.

"Ian, what's going on with you now?"

"About that..."

Ian looked at the calm lake beside him.

"Maybe your descriptions helped the Faeries find a way to 'piece' me together?"

"I can feel it's a gradual recovery process."

"The Faeries in the lake?"

Morgan murmured.

"Then—"

"Ian, maybe I have a way to restore you to 'human' form, but it might take a little time."

"No." Ian shook his head.

"Princess, there's no need to do that."

"This is already a 'miracle' situation. Forcing a change with external force will only bring greater disaster."

"I don't want things to turn out that way."

Morgan looked him straight in the eye and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Then, Ian, are you disobeying my order?"

"Princess, you know I don't mean that, but there are always things that even orders can't achieve."

"But I'm the king now!"

Morgan grabbed Ian's hand, sounding somewhat hysterical.

"Are you going to defy the king's order?!"

"..."

Ian didn't answer.

Artoria spoke up at this moment.

"Enough, Morgan."

"The king's existence isn't to force others, you should know that better than I do, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan turned her face away, looking unconvinced.

"Artoria, of course I know that, even if you don't say it."

"But you have the same thought as me, hoping he can come back, don't you?"

"Then how is your hypocrisy any different from mine?"

"I do want Mr. Ian to come back."

Artoria looked at the man before her with deep affection, her green eyes filled with reluctance.

"But if this is his choice."

"Then I will accept it."

"Because love isn't a shackle to bind each other, is it?"

"..."

Morgan was speechless.

She knew she had lost.

But she refused to admit defeat.

"Artoria, thank you."

Ian responded to the girl.

"I'm so lucky to be understood by you."

"I—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Miracles couldn't last forever.

Such a disappearance was actually to be expected.

They all felt it, but just didn't want to bring it up.

But at least—

His traces had returned to the world in another form.

Although only two people witnessed it, it was still a precious treasure.

"Morgan."

Artoria looked at the empty forest, tears falling from her eyes.

"Do you still remember him?"

"I never forgot." Morgan's voice was already sobbing. "He was the only one who dared to disobey me like that."

"Then—"

Artoria wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Let's come here more often."

"Maybe we'll see him again one day."

"I was planning to do that even if you didn't say it. I'm not going to give him to you." Morgan stopped her sadness.

"Never... will."

[You are no longer forgotten by this world.]

[This is a fleeting and rare miracle.]

[Artoria moved into the forest with Mordred.]

[She told her adopted daughter the stories of you with deep affection, as if you were by her side.]

[This aroused Mordred's curiosity.]

"Mother, who exactly is this person named Ian to you?"

"You're always telling his stories."

The child's curious eyes made Artoria ponder.

"If you want to know what kind of relationship..."

"Then—"

"He's probably my hero."

"Your hero?!" Mordred blinked her blue eyes, almost identical to Morgan's.

"Did he do something amazing?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded.

"He saved me."

"Wow—!"

Silver-haired Mordred rubbed her hands together.

"Then I must meet him when I have the chance!"

"Yes... that's what I think too."

Artoria looked at Mordred, a smile in her eyes.

[Following her heart, Artoria returned Excalibur and Avalon to the Lady of the Lake.]

[As for Excalibur Galatine, which she gave to Gawain, she could only express her inability to return it for the time being.]

[But the Lady of the Lake didn't seem to mind.]

[This surprised her slightly.]

[But she didn't dwell on it for too long—because there was something more important to do.]

[She began to teach Mordred as a mother.]

[This was something she had never experienced in her life.]

[But Artoria felt great joy from it.]

[She probably understood what the happiness of being "human" was all about.]

[These changes were witnessed by Morgan, who visited the forest time and time again.]

[But the miracle did not happen again.]

[Until the end of her life, Artoria never saw you again.]

[She died on the grass where you explored the secret garden together, holding half an apple in her hand.]

[And the person who buried her was Morgan.]

"King, what title should we engrave on her tombstone?"

Bedivere was very troubled.

He sincerely recognized the abilities of the former king, Artoria.

But he also felt that the new king, Morgan, didn't like her very much.

However, this time, he realized he seemed to have misjudged.

Because Morgan, almost without hesitation, ordered:

"Artoria Pendragon."

"The great King Arthur of Britain."

"You, engrave this on the tombstone, and then bury it in the royal cemetery."

[Morgan took Mordred back to her side.]

[Looking at the child who had grown into a beauty, her feelings were complicated.]

[Because every time she saw her, the proud princess would remember you.]

[But she didn't resent Mordred for this.]

[She cared for her, just like a mother should care for her child.]

[She had Gawain teach Mordred swordsmanship, while she watched from the side.]

The flowers in the garden were still vibrant.

The sun shining on the royal court had never changed.

Watching Mordred, who was repeatedly knocked to the ground by Gawain but still shouted "You gorilla, just you wait!" Morgan's thoughts returned to that afternoon.

The scene of little Gawain crying and telling her that his father wasn't serious at all during sword practice and kept looking at her was still vivid.

It turned out that the best times had long since come to her side.

Why did she only notice it now?

[Under Morgan's cultivation, Mordred inherited the ancestral swordsmanship.]

[The proud princess added her youngest daughter to the Round Table Knights, becoming the last seat.]

"Mother."

Mordred looked at the Round Table used for meetings, looking puzzled.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What question?"

"Why is there always an empty seat next to you every time we have a meeting at the Round Table?"

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long time before answering with a wry smile:

"Because there was a hero who should have sat there, but I made him stand for a very, very long time."

"Another hero? Where is he now?"

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

Mordred looked at Morgan puzzled.

"This sounds a bit familiar, but also a bit different?"

"Is that so?"

Morgan hugged Mordred.

"Then never forget it."

"...I understand."

[Morgan indeed had the ability to rule the country.]

[Under her leadership, the Camelot army unified Britain with overwhelming force in the Round Table's charge.]

[At its peak, the knights' iron hooves echoed even in the skies of Rome, making Emperor Lucius tremble.]

(T/N: Ahem it's awkward seeing that name).

[The miracles of the Age of Gods, returned to the world by Rhongomyniad, allowed this region, which should have fallen into darkness, to experience a rebellious revival once again.]

[The land was fertile, and the sea was abundant.]

[From then on, no one in Britain dared to doubt whether women had the ability to lead a country to prosperity.]

[But no one knew that Morgan's mind was no longer on how to consolidate her rule.]

[She was still longing for the miracle born from the lake in the forest.]

[Since she could no longer place her hopes on natural reappearance, she would achieve her goal in her own way.]

[If he had become an "Fae—]

[Then she would find him again if she searched through all the "Faeries", right?]

[With this thought, the princess tried day after day.]

[One day, she disappeared.]

[Britain declined from then on, and after years, fate returned to its original starting point as if destined.]

[But it was not without change.]

[They will meet you again at some point in the future.]

[—Simulation End—]

[The results you have obtained have been written into Pan-Human History, and some abilities have been integrated into your body.]

[Thank you for your contribution!]

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T/N: And that's how Britain volume finished.

So before you head to the next volume i want you to check the auxiliary as the chapter is about how Ian would be as a Servant.

And also changes in other characters