The dark night was like a tidal wave; with the setting of the sun, it submerged the entire land.
Only, the night this time seemed a bit different from the past.
Compared to the usual sky full of stars, the stars in tonight's sky were extremely scarce, as if a wall, or an era, separated the stars from the earth.
The morning stars of the new era could not shine into the eyes of the people of the old era.
But even though the night was so dark and so quiet, the Celtic people of Britain felt unusually at ease.
It was as if all the disasters and wars had faded away. Having survived the chaotic times, the common people had finally welcomed a stable life.
Could it be that something good will happen tomorrow?
Feeling this distinct emotion, the people couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild.
However, such emotions only belonged to the residents of Camelot and other territories.
At this moment in Londinium, beneath the white tower that pierced the heavens and the earth, there was only a deathly silence.
As if all the stains belonging to the old days had been erased, whether it was the corpses of the grand army or the withered sea of flowers left by the incubus, they had all been dragged underground by a mysterious power, turning into nourishment for the era.
The only ones left were the few surviving people.
When the members of the Knights of the Round Table woke up from their unconsciousness, aside from a severe headache at the back of their heads—as if they had been bashed with iron pincers—everything else was fine.
The wounds they had seemed to all be left over from fighting Vortigern. That guy said he wouldn't hurt them, and he truly didn't cause any substantial harm.
Tch, it's really hard to believe.
With such a body and such ferocious claws, in the face of the siege from tens of thousands of people and themselves, he had merely knocked them out so gently.
Should we say, as expected of the Knight of Radiance, Lamorak?
Harboring such thoughts, Gawain, who had just awakened, slowly climbed up from the ground.
The first thing that caught his eye was the circle of snapped divine weapons.
When he saw his Excalibur Galatine among them, a look of heartache inevitably appeared in Gawain's eyes.
Although he—who had been sought out by a fairy of the lake shortly after birth and gifted this sword—didn't need to return the Holy Sword according to an oath like Artoria did, it was still a powerful weapon after all.
To say his heart didn't ache would be a lie.
Damn you, Lamorak. Although I can roughly guess why you broke our weapons, you should at least consider my feelings!
And about betraying the Round Table... Hmph, wait until we return to the Chalk City, I will definitely make you pay!
Hmm... what kind of price should it be?
Hey, how about making you call me 'Older Brother'? Even Agravain calls me 'Older Brother', why are you so stubbornly unwilling to do so?
Harboring such thoughts, Gawain stood up. But when his gaze fell upon the two figures kneeling on the clearing not far away, he couldn't help but freeze.
"My King..."
And.
"Mother—no, Morgan..."
Seemingly noticing Gawain's awakening, the young girl looked up at him somewhat numbly, but said nothing. She lowered her head again, staring blankly at the blue-gold scabbard in her hands.
And Morgan beside her never raised her head from beginning to end.
She kept her head lowered. Beneath the crown of thorns were a pair of similarly lifeless eyes.
In her embrace was a battered and torn suit of blue-black armor.
Following their gazes, Gawain saw a platinum long spear thrust into the ground.
The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, the weapon wielded by that guy.
In merely a fraction of a second, Gawain realized something.
Involuntarily, Gawain's expression became solemn, yet he did not utter a single word.
After him, Kay, Lancelot, Gareth, and the other knights also woke up one by one.
But ultimately, upon seeing that armor and long spear, they all unanimously fell silent.
In the end, all the Knights of the Round Table formed a circle.
At the center of the circle were Artoria and Morgan, and between the two of them were the items left behind by a knight named Lamorak.
There were no flowers, no dirges, nor were there tears or weeping, but this was undoubtedly a funeral.
A funeral paying tribute to a lover, a family member, a friend, as well as a hero and a knight.
This knight who broke the established destiny and brought the miracle of new life to all of Britain, ultimately remained forever in the moment before the new dawn arrived.
[Your life has drawn its curtains.]
[Do you feel regret? Grief? Pity?]
[There is no need to worry. The conclusion of a story is merely to welcome the opening of another.]
[Then, before the new story arrives, let us look at the future of the old story.]
[Without a doubt, this War of the Twin Dragons that affected Britain for decades has ended.]
[Who is the victor of the war?]
[This can no longer be judged, because the ones who remained are two Kings.]
[Having defeated the two White Dragons, resolved the shadow of Britain just as prophesied, and become the King of Humans who understands the human heart: Artoria Pendragon.]
[Having gained the allegiance of the strongest knight, and during the struggle between the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, proven to Britain from the Holy City of Camelot what a wise King is, becoming a Queen recognized by the people: Morgan le Fay Pendragon.]
[After learning that the war with Vortigern had ended, the people, following their initial joy, began to worry about the resurgence of a war between the Twin Kings.]
[Because anyone from the outside could see that these two remaining Kings did not seem to get along.]
[But the people quickly realized they were overthinking it. Because these royal twins showed no intention of fighting each other; they merely tacitly developed their own countries.]
[This was undoubtedly the correct move.]
[The land of Britain at this time was fertile, and the sea fisheries were prosperous. The fruit wine that Vortigern once usually gave you was now something every household in Britain could taste.]
[This was the effect of the continuation of the Age of Gods, and also the planetary miracle you created.]
[Because they knew this miracle was bought with your life as the price, the two women did not choose to waste their energy on a meaningless struggle for the throne. They did not want your sacrifice to be wasted in the slightest.]
[Furthermore, having experienced so much, both Artoria and Morgan had gained a deeper definition and understanding of the title of 'King'.]
[What this brought in return was the prosperity of all of Britain.]
[The common people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the knights were powerful and noble.]
[In unison, after expanding their territories to a point of standoff, the two unanimously stopped their steps and joined hands to clean up the bugs left over from history.]
[Those nobles who had sucked blood from King Uther until their bellies were fat, after surviving Vortigern's purge, began to stir again. They vainly attempted to deal with the two new Kings using the methods they once used against Uther.]
[But what greeted them was the scorching brilliance of the Holy Sword and the Queen's terrifying power from the End.]
[As if guided in person by a Paradox Interactive player, the entire aristocratic circle of Britain, including certain knight nobles, encountered a massive purge directed against them.]
[On that day, the streetlights of Londinium and Camelot were hung full of sinful figures.]
[And all of this was simply because Morgan and Artoria believed that their filthy selves were not worthy of living in the Britain that Lamorak had bought with his life.]
[After all, the clear knight had transformed into everything on this island.]
[Hereby, Morgan and Artoria gained a resplendent title: The Brilliant Twin Kings of Britain.]
[But this is merely the background of the story. The young girl has not yet ushered in the happiness belonging to a human, the Queen has not yet found a way to meet the person she seeks, and even the stories of the Knights of the Round Table are not yet finished.]