More than a thousand years have passed. It is a truly long time — a lonely and endless journey for a single person. Everything from the past has gradually become a joke with the passage of time.
Time changes a person. The once-problematic rationality has long since returned to normal as time flowed on. There were moments of anger, sadness, regret, and confusion. During this long journey, the witch even contemplated whether to bring that adopted sister back to this world.
But before making that decision, she was inexplicably transformed into a Heroic Spirit — or more accurately, a Servant. Perhaps because her humanity was burned away, even a long life would be considered dead in the future. Was that why other Servants sensed her existence in this way?
For all these years, she wandered this land without being discovered by anyone. Doesn't that prove her concealment magic was extremely strong?
Yet one day, a halo appeared in the sky. The Knights of the Round Table, long lost in the dust of history, reemerged. Then came that extremely annoying woman who was clearly not Artoria, yet called herself the Lord of Camelot.
To be honest, the years had softened all the witch's radical thoughts. The pleasures of men and women, the thrill of tormenting others, the indulgence of willfulness — all these had grown dull and tiresome over time. So at first, she had no desire to join any resistance.
She was probably like a stunning beauty who had suffered a setback or undergone deep reflection — perhaps better described as a hidden talent. But recently, something happened that changed her mind.
Because the knights who appeared were the Knights of the Round Table, and their leader was naturally King Arthur. Arthur was the king of Britain, so was Britain truly so cruel?
So many years later… what of Artoria? What of the Knights of the Round Table?
"Boring. I'm tired of discussing such things."
But there was one thing this witch from Great Britain could not accept at all. It didn't matter what the Knights of the Round Table said, or what King Arthur was purported to be — Great Britain must never be dragged down by these people, nor blamed for their actions!
Her hometown — the place of her birth — was the only soft spot in the heart of this witch after thousands of years of wandering. Therefore, her "sister" who appeared from nowhere, and the unfilial son who brought disgrace to her hometown, both needed to be re-educated!
It just so happened that she had become a Servant-like existence, and inexplicably was tasked as a Judge. So! Let her pass judgment. This newly appeared Camelot should not exist! These Knights of the Round Table, who had caused her hundreds of years of mental cultivation to turn to rage again, should not exist!
I hereby rule in the name of Morgan, the witch of Great Britain!
If one were to look into Morgan's pale blue eyes now, they would see the fury hidden beneath her calm gaze. And all this rage, ultimately, could be summed up in one sentence: "F*ck! This unfilial son is asking for a beating!"
So when the witch saw the holy spear falling from the sky, she activated her own treasure without a word. Though she was somewhat displeased, this treasure was not so troublesome when used against these unfilial sons. After all these years, she had become indifferent — whether she was displeased or not didn't matter. It was her past.
Since it is your own past, there is nothing you cannot face.
"This is the dream of destruction I have witnessed time and again — no reward, no redemption. Even at the end, the birds will still sing for tomorrow. Please give them guidance — [Avalon, the Everdistant Utopia]!"
Morgan had spent her entire life trying to enter the chalk city of Camelot, but ultimately failed. The very laws of this world did not choose Morgan to become the King of Britain.
Unfulfilled wishes turned into sighs, then hatred — the twisted desire for domination and privilege, the burning homesickness and anger toward humanity, and the hatred for Artoria who sat on Camelot's throne despite being her equal — all these transformed Morgan into the "Witch Who Destroyed the Round Table."
This treasure was the manifestation of her existence as magic. It was Morgan's wish to instantly shatter the path she could never reach and destroy all her grudges.
It was only fitting to use this treasure to declare to the woman sitting among these Camelot people what her purpose was this time.
Two powerful forces collided mid-air. The black-blue flames brimmed with destructive aura, but at this moment, everyone hoped those flames would devour the golden light filled with sacred, majestic power.
If this had happened long ago, Morgan would have smiled proudly and boasted to Artoria, "Look, this time the people chose me instead of you!"
Gawain had been waiting with a smile for the Lion King's holy spear to fall and destroy these rebellious people — but instead, he witnessed this scene. His eyes widened in shock when he saw someone he absolutely did not want to see.
"Morgan…"
As a Knight of the Round Table loyal to King Arthur, though the woman before him was his mother, Gawain refused to call her that. The reason was simple: this woman had destroyed the Round Table. She was a witch hostile to the king, who had caused so much trouble for him. If possible, Gawain wanted to sever all ties with her.
"Unfilial son! Look at what you have done! You have ruined the reputation of Great Britain! I thought you had grown into good knights, but now it seems you are still far from that!"
Morgan glanced past Gawain, ignoring the unfilial son, and fixed her eyes deep into the white city.
"Lion King… let me call you that. Today I rise only to tell you that I will personally destroy the Camelot you built and the Knights of the Round Table you lead. Even if this is just a fleeting dream, I will rebuild Britain!"
Though a thousand years had made this witch let go of many obsessions, this was a rare chance. Morgan wanted to prove herself — not to mention, she needed them to oppose her!
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