"Rhongomyniad… would you be interested in ruling Britannia with me?"
After a long silence, Artoria broke it.
She could sense—this Rhongomyniad wasn't the one she had met yesterday.
If she was right, the one speaking now was the white figure itself.
Her invitation was a branch extended to him.
"No. As I said, I will help only when danger comes."
Rhongomyniad shook her head, glanced at the crowd, pressed her armored legs to the horse.
The white horse surged forward.
Reporters scrambled aside.
When Rhongomyniad vanished, the hall visibly breathed again.
That cold goddess had been terrifying to be near.
"The video is real. I have also met that other me. I won't add more. Discuss among yourselves. I have matters to attend to. If you have concerns, report to the Knights of the Round Table."
Artoria turned sharply and strode out, blanket fluttering, heels clicking.
The moment she left, the hall exploded.
It was a global broadcast. Millions watched.
[What the hell—so it's real?! That uploader is insane.]
[Told you videos can't be faked!]
[The series page has a 'Follow' button and says 'ongoing.' So there are more videos? Are we getting a sequel about King Mordred?]
[If parallel worlds exist, that Britannia must be insanely strong.]
[Two Arthurs with totally different vibes… I love it.]
[But why is the other Arthur still growing when they both pulled the sacred sword?]
[Shouldn't we be focusing on how strong this new Arthur is? Rhongomyniad seems way stronger. If she exists, will that world's Mordred appear too?]
Most viewers were young.
Even older people became young again after heroic-spiritization.
Not immortal—just far stronger, perhaps able to evolve into true spirits one day.
And youth meant curiosity.
Parallel worlds meant more possibilities.
Maybe another "you" was living somewhere else.
"Onii-chan, did you see that? So everything Arthur said was true. Can I preorder Rhongomyniad's figure now? I'm so jealous of her chest…"
Illya replayed that overflowing cleavage and sighed.
"And your eyes were glued to her, too. You're totally a chest-lover. I wish I could grow more…"
"I saw. It was shocking."
Beimu glanced at Illya.
He had been controlling Rhongomyniad himself.
Since Artoria had openly exposed his existence, he had to show up to prevent a worldwide manhunt for "Rhongomyniad."
This was his first full possession of that body—strange in a new way.
When he had lived that life naturally, her chest never felt heavy.
But a sudden full transfer made him feel the sheer weight of it—he'd almost stumbled.
Back then he'd ditched the sacred sword early because he thought it would stunt growth.
Turns out it was unnecessary.
"Big brother, look! Mom just said it's real! I still can't believe it…"
Irisviel burst in, then froze at the sight of her two children in a very suggestive position.
"Mom's back already? Didn't you say the company was busy?"
Illya didn't care about Irisviel's eye-bugging stare.
Her white-stockinged legs were still wriggling over Beimu's lap.
"Ahem… Illya, you're old enough to think about love. If others see you sitting on your brother like that, they'll misunderstand. Get down."
Irisviel felt she had to correct her daughter's values.
Illya had always clung to Beimu.
When they were kids, it didn't matter.
Now they weren't kids.
"Then I'll date Onii-chan. Why can't I? Instead of letting other men have me, why can't Onii-chan?"
Illya huffed and hugged Beimu tight.
"You…"
Irisviel didn't know what to say.
She could only hope Illya was acting out from joy and would calm down later.
Ding.
Illya grabbed the tablet.
"It updated! New video: The Oldest Godslayer!"