It seems Morgan le Fay is my greatest enemy in this Lostbelt.
— Defeat her, and this Lostbelt will be cleared.
As soon as Heber thought of completing the conquest, a joyful feeling arose spontaneously, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.
In contrast to her smile were her actions.
"No, I've never been on your side," Heber's tone was almost flat. "I was just worried you'd go down the path of destroying Albion, that's all."
"At this point..."
"You misunderstood. I'm not concerned about you." Heber, eager to get into battle, interrupted in time. "What I mean is, if you choose to destroy Albion, Arthur's and my achievements will be ruined."
Then I can only get a bad ending.
Although I could still choose to become Morgan's accomplice... Albion, after all, was something I watched being built, so I have some affection for it.
If I say that, Morgan will probably just act directly, right? Heber thought.
The night suddenly deepened a few shades.
Morgan's already humorless face merged into the boundless night.
Her body leaned back slightly, but what appeared before her eyes was the memory of the past pilgrimage, when the three of them sat by the campfire, imagining the future. At that time, Arthur said she wanted to build a country where commoners could stand tall, and I said I would always support whatever they wanted to do.
And what did that green-eyed girl say then?
Ah, I remember.
She sat across from the campfire, a warm smile on her face, and softly said: "Everything will be fine, everything will be in order."
Morgan stretched out her hand, her slender fingertips pressed together.
The crown symbolizing destruction, strife, and the island's kingship, which rested on Morgan's head, transformed into a dark sun disk.
[First Mark · Fairy Eye].
[Second Mark · Desiring Charm].
[Third Mark · Lake's Protection].
[Fourth Mark · From the End].
The clouds in the night sky began to surge, then became clear, and then quickly darkened again, like a murky crystal. The clouds were still, accumulating more and more heavily.
The lake was already suspended in the sky.
And not far in front of Morgan, the wise one casually tossed her sword aside.
Illusory pansies rose from Heber's feet, instantly transforming the battlefield into a sea of flowers.
The Magus of the Court's robe swept back, revealing the girl's fair arms.
That slender hand curled, then extended a single finger, pointing towards Morgan's eyes.
[First Mark · Illusion].
[Second Mark · Dream Charm].
[Third Mark · Hero Creation].
What met the wise one's finger was a black spear, burning with ominous black flames.
This was the last scene Edward and Alistair could comprehend.
...
Rain suddenly began to fall from the sky. The raindrops froze in mid-air, and when they touched armor, weapons, and human bodies, they began to burn quietly and rapidly.
The rain stopped.
The sea of flowers on the ground emitted a fragrant scent, blurring the sense of distance. Many people who were already deep in sleep vanished into thin air, while the rest gradually faded, like pencil marks erased by an eraser.
Deep blue lake water suddenly gushed from underground, submerging the sea of flowers.
The surroundings suddenly seemed to lose their reality, upside down, the earth rapidly swelled, the sky was clear and bright, and a gust of wind carrying countless falling snow came from afar. In an instant, half a meter of thick snow accumulated on the ground.
Just as the snow was about to reach the waists of the two Kings, the dark purple flames began to burn quietly again, melting the snow into a clear lake.
The dark purple flames burned, but their color suddenly changed. They had already docilely submerged into the water, but suddenly rushed out and enveloped Edward.
Puff.
A muffled sound.
The armor worn by the Red Dragon Duke was originally formed by uniformly sized metal plates strung together. It had excellent defensive capabilities against both sword slashes and spear thrusts.
The flames, once dark purple, now blue-purple, quickly burned the armor into a single piece, making it taller, more imposing, and heavier. All joint gaps were filled with metal, leaving no last bit of space.
Even ordinary human bodies contain various metals, and 'Daybreak' level existences are even richer. The nobleman once named 'Red Dragon Duke' was replaced by liquid metal, rapidly and calmly merging into the armor.
A moment later, the flames quickly extinguished, and the tall, imposing armor fell backward, leaving only three empty holes of varying sizes where the face should have been.
The calm lake water submerged the armor, and several iron-gray flower buds struggled out of the shallow water with effort.
Alistair stared blankly at this scene. His skin rapidly cracked, and his golden hair stood on end. A rustling sound came from within his body.
He struggled to hunch his body, but his chest involuntarily pushed forward, as if something was forcefully propelling his body.
And the lake water, which had submerged up to his calves, was still, seemingly completely unaffected.
Alistair's muscles, skin, and clothing completely adhered together, no longer distinguishable from each other. Clumps of soft white fur sprouted from his eye sockets, ears, and nostrils, swaying like fragrant grass.
The white fur grew more and more numerous, thicker and thicker. The flesh and hair on his head tightly adhered together, forming petals like a rose.
The petals stacked and layered, finally bursting open with a thud.
A cold, emotionless voice fell from afar towards Alistair's ears.
"[The Ideal Land That Can No Longer Be Reached]."
...
The clouds were gone. London had never been so clear.
The sun arrived earlier than usual.
The wilderness that was once a battlefield was now a lake bordered by a sea of flowers. The lake water was serene, a captivating blue-green, and deep purple pansies bloomed on the shore, looking like a burning flame from afar.
Heber sat amidst the sea of flowers. She had no injuries, but her face was pale, devoid of any color.
She silently stood up, and clear water dripped from her fingers, pattering like autumn rain.
In just a moment, a shallow puddle formed where Heber stood.
The ripples on the water twisted, forming words that only Heber could see.
"The two Kings died violently, Morgan le Fay bled, and the great army was annihilated. Albion triumphed once again. With the failure of this plan, Morgan will no longer be able to make a comeback..."
"However, the fuel that sustains King Arthur's existence is also nearing depletion. When her royal power reaches its end with her lifespan, her heavy achievements will reverse into a destructive disaster."
"No one wins. Is this the ending you wanted?"
However, Heber simply raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Thus, the words formed by the water ripples forcibly changed, and new words appeared.
"Arthur's achievement is Albion. Morgan's achievement requires the destruction of Albion to be realized. Merlin's achievement is to assist Arthur in reaching the blueprint of everyone's ideals."
"The rebellion instigated by Morgan has once again brought Albion to the brink of destruction, bringing her achievement closer to completion than ever before."
"However, in the struggle for achievements, you fortunately triumphed over Morgan, allowing the spark of Albion to temporarily continue. Her achievement declined, while you ascended, rising higher than before."
[Hebo Stanton / Merlin Ambrosius]
[Final Achievement: Avalon (Achieved)]
[Current Lostbelt Progress: 97%]
Heber's body swayed slightly. She turned and walked towards the direction of London.