[A lord's command is a knight's creed.]
[Though filled with confusion, you still followed Morgan's wishes and set the plan in motion.]
[Soon, spurred on by the heralds, the people of Camelot, though reluctant, slowly made their way towards the location of the coronation ceremony, Uther's castle.]
[You took the opportunity to shed your armor and blend into the crowd.]
[This caused a slight commotion.]
[After all, no one could ignore a young man with such a handsome face.]
[Fortunately, Morgan's fearsome reputation weighed on everyone's minds, so while many noticed you, they had no time to pay much attention.]
[Soon, the time for the coronation arrived, and nearly all the residents of Camelot had gathered.]
[Then, under the anxious gazes of all present, Morgan's graceful figure, holding a scepter, appeared on the high platform of the castle.]
[You noticed a flicker of nervousness in her eyes, and as one who shared her blood, you couldn't help but worry.]
Morgan felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety.
The sight of the masses gathered before her felt both familiar and foreign.
It was familiar because such scenes had played out endlessly in her dreams. It was foreign because now that she was truly facing it, she didn't know what to say.
Morgan looked hesitantly at the commoners below.
Their eyes were filled with fear or worry, as if she were a man-eating monster.
Seeing these expressions, a pang of pain shot through Morgan's heart.
She once again recalled the belittling words Uther had spoken, and the infamous title of "witch" that still circulated.
When you want to condemn someone, any excuse will do.
Under the machinations of the great King Uther and the grand magus Merlin, what resistance could she have possibly mounted?
"Is this your parting gift to me, Father?" she murmured, her gaze sweeping listlessly over the commoners below.
Suddenly, among the countless faces filled with negative emotions, she saw one that was strikingly different.
It was her knight, Lamorak.
Among so many disbelieving gazes, his stood out, so fervent, so warm.
Like sunlight piercing through the darkness, the painful memories in Morgan's mind dissipated, replaced by memories of her time with him, and the words that were less a vow and more a promise.
"When you become king, I will surely sound your praises."
She was just one step away. How could she be timid now?
Taking a deep breath, Morgan composed herself and began to speak.
"People of Camelot, I imagine that even if you have not met me, you have heard my name."
"Morgan le Fay Pendragon. The Princess of Camelot, daughter of King Uther, and also the witch, the seductress queen of the bards' tales."
Hearing Morgan publicly acknowledge those insulting titles, the commoners below were stunned.
They had not expected this. In their minds, the witch Morgan was vile, cruel, and even more tyrannical than the noble lords.
But Morgan's opening words had overturned their ingrained beliefs. Involuntarily, they grew curious about what she would say next.
The noisy assembly fell silent. All eyes focused on the princess, her voice, unamplified by magecraft, echoing in everyone's ears.
"I have no intention of hiding my purpose from you, nor do I wish to."
"I will be king. The King of Camelot, and the King of all Britannia."
"Perhaps you find me ridiculous, that I overestimate myself. That a woman like me would dare to covet the throne that represents such honor."
"Am I wrong, people of Camelot?"
Morgan's tone was flat, devoid of emotion. But these dispassionate words left the residents below speechless, their heads bowed in silence.
Yes, Morgan was right. That was exactly what they thought.
In the culture they had been raised in, a king was supposed to be strong, a man of great ambition and vision. And the prerequisite for all of this was being male.
No matter how much the world of Type-Moon was altered, no matter how many historical figures the author gender-bent for their own preferences, it could not hide the tragic reality of this medieval setting.
Even the prophesied Child of the Red Dragon, Artoria, who was destined for eternal fame, had to present herself as a man before defeating Vortigern and unifying Britain.
To meet the expectations of the people, she even had to marry a woman, Guinevere, which indirectly led to Lancelot's betrayal and planted the seeds for the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table.
But Morgan was different.
She was the Queen of the Fae, the Lady of the Lake, the Lord of the Isle of Britain. She would never deny herself because of worldly slander. She would become the King of Britain under the name of Morgan le Fay, fair and square.
Whether her reputation was evil or infamous, she would be king.
Morgan's speech continued.
"This is not your fault. I know you look forward to the prophesied Child of the Red Dragon more than me, the witch reviled by the world."
"But with the Tyrant King about to conquer all of Britain, I ask you to look into your hearts. Are you truly willing to entrust your lives, your future, to the hands of that ethereal Red Dragon?"
"Have you ever truly considered whether that future king will value your lives as much as you think? Or will they, like my father, place honor above all else, even the lives of the people?"
Morgan's words pierced through everyone's hearts like arrows. Yes, they were lost, they were terrified.
They were just common people, oppressed by nobles, people who had lost their families, their children, their loved ones, and still had to pay the price for so-called honor and war.
War and the struggle for power were built on the bodies of the common folk. The crown that represented honor was forged from the blood and bones of countless civilians.
This was especially true in Britain, a land steeped in Celtic culture.
The ceremony grew noisy as Morgan's words took effect. People's eyes filled with anger and sorrow at the injustice of their fate.
But what could they do? They were just ordinary people, swept up in the tide of the era.
In the end, they would only become a brief sentence in the history books: "the populace was displaced, a scene of devastation."
[You noticed that everyone's emotions were stirred by Morgan's words.]
[You realized your role had come.]
"What about you, then?" Lamorak shouted from the crowd, his voice rising above the din and reaching Morgan's ears.
"If you are to be king, what will you do for us? Will you deceive us with lies like the kings before, or promise us a future in name only?"
Hearing the young man's brave and fearless words, spoken at the risk of his own life, the crowd's mood became even more volatile, and several others stood up.
"Yes! If you want to be king, what will you do with us?"
"How will you prove you are different from the kings who treated us like grass?"
"If you can give us a perfect answer, then what's to stop us from acknowledging you as king?"
"Yes, yes! What's to stop us!"
Morgan's gaze swept almost imperceptibly over Lamorak, and she answered.
"I cannot give you a guarantee, for I cannot show you the future. But."
Morgan raised her scepter high. The gem on it reflected the sunlight, making her stunningly beautiful face bloom like a flower, yet radiating a convincing authority.
"I, Morgan le Fay, in my name as the Lord of the Isle of Britain, swear to grant you the right to 'survive' and to 'live' in these chaotic times."
"I will not abandon you for the sake of so-called 'honor' or any other grand-sounding reason."
"Believe in me. Acknowledge me as your king. Even if I am a witch, a monster of unforgivable evil, even if the world wishes for our demise, I will offer everything I have to protect you!"
"The King shall acknowledge it! The King shall permit it! The King shall bear the burden!"
"As the King of Camelot, I bestow upon you, upon this city, the name of the 'Unfallen'!"
With Morgan's cry, the magecraft long-buried within the city walls was activated.
Amidst the shocked cries of the people, the old stone walls of Camelot crumbled, raising a huge cloud of dust. In its place, six great towers rose from the smoke, along with new white walls fortified by magic.
"A miracle... this is a miracle!!!"
In the crowd, an old man watched the scene with tears streaming down his face, and he shakily knelt before Morgan.
"This is a miracle! It is a sign from heaven that has given us the ideal king for Camelot!!!"
Like a row of dominoes, waves of people fell to their knees. They felt a sense of security from the new walls and a strange feeling within their bodies, and tears streamed down their faces.
Seeing this, Lamorak roared:
"The Unfallen Camelot! Long live the King of Camelot!"
With his lead, the people's emotions swelled even higher.
"The Unfallen Camelot! Long live the King of Camelot!" ×N
Feeling the people's faith and sincere worship, Morgan's eyes also reddened slightly.
After so many years, this ideal, this hope she had harbored since childhood, had finally been realized.
Her gaze fell deeply upon Lamorak. Then, under the watch of everyone, she turned and entered the castle, disappearing from view.
But even though Morgan had left, the sounds of worship outside continued unabated, the waves of sound echoing for a long time.
Lamorak watched the scene, his eyes filled with gratification and excitement.
But he did not linger. He, too, disappeared into the crowd.
And so, the Kingdom of Camelot, under Morgan, was formally established.
[You successfully assisted Morgan in ascending the throne, changing the predetermined course of history.]
[You have thus completely entered Morgan's heart.]
[Skill 『Protection of the Lake (C+)』 has evolved into → 『Protection of the Lake (A)』]
[Protection of the Lake (A): The blessing of the Lady of the Lake, Morgan. This rank signifies an extremely close bond with her. You will be immune to curses and illusionary attacks, and your combat abilities will be enhanced in sacred lakes and freshwater domains.]
At that moment, Lamorak had no time to bicker with the system.
He entered the castle and saw Morgan standing with her back to the throne. Before he could say anything, she threw herself into his arms.
Then, his lips met a soft, sweet sensation—the taste of Morgan.
When the kiss ended, they stood in an embrace.
Lamorak quietly looked at Morgan. He could feel her heart pounding wildly and see the excitement and a hint of affection in her eyes.
"Starting tomorrow, this throne will no longer belong to my father," Morgan said softly, her jade-like hands clasped around his neck.
"This is the victory you deserve, Princess. No, Your Majesty, my Queen."
Lamorak's hands rested on Morgan's waist. Feeling the softness of her skin, his body grew hot.
It had been a month since that day, a month since they had been intimate.
As if sensing his restlessness, a slight smile played on Morgan's lips.
"Lamorak."
"I am here, my Queen."
"I command you to serve me."
"As you wish, my Queen."
They kissed again, and Lamorak pressed her down onto the throne.
This, too, was his well-deserved reward.
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