The war had ended.
The fairies of the Wind Clan attempted to flee once more.
However, with Galahad and Baobhan Sith present, there was no chance of escape.
"Your Majesty, I have brought back the leader of the Wind Clan." Galahad threw the Wind Clan leader onto the ground as he addressed Morgan.
At the sa ti, he glanced at Artoria standing nearby.
Hmm?
Why does this person look so familiar?
But...
Why haven't I seen her before?
Is she a new subordinate recruited by King Lot and Queen Morgan? Her strength seems truly remarkable.
From a distance, he had witnessed this female knight fighting alongside lusine, who had since surrendered. Her power far surpassed his own.
The only ones who could defeat these two would be Scáthach and Vortigern.
No even those two couldn't claim absolute victory against them.
Such overwhelming strength left him in awe.
Unconsciously, he found himself staring at her.
Noticing his gaze, Artoria felt sowhat embarrassed.
"Sir Galahad, why are you looking at like that?" she asked.
Hearing her words, Galahad was visibly stunned.
Then, he couldn't help but ask, "Um, may I ask who you are?"
"Her na is Artoria," Morgan interjected.
"What?"
Galahad's expression turned to shock.
Artoria.
The King of Knights?
"Impossible! How could she be a girl?" Galahad exclaid in disbelief.
In his past life, hadn't the King of Knights been married? How could she be a woman?
But seeing his reaction, Morgan simply waved her hand.
"There's nothing impossible about it. Artoria is a woman. I understand your confusion, but let ask you this what exactly is the issue with Artoria? Is there any problem with her serving as the leader of the Round Table Knights?"
Her words left the knights who had turned their attention to the scene utterly speechless.
As mbers of the Round Table, none of them could tell a lie. Faced with Morgan's question, they had no rebuttal.
In all honesty, they held nothing but respect for Artoria's conduct.
After a mont of reflection whether to continue accepting her as their leader or to choose soone else they quickly reverted to their usual expressions when looking at her.
Only Galahad's face still bore hesitation.
[This guy's perception of Artoria ruling Calot as a man is too deeply ingrained. Suddenly changing that would completely shatter his worldview. How amusing.]
Observing his reaction, Lot silently mused.
Noticing her husband's thoughts, Morgan imdiately turned to Galahad and said:
"Galahad, I know you're deeply puzzled. But the truth is, Artoria, your comrade-in-arms, is indeed a woman."
After speaking, she glanced at the others and continued, "Moreover, she is my sister my blood sister. Her na is Artoria Pendragon."
The knights' eyes widened further in astonishnt.
Artoria Pendragon!?
Daughter of King Uther?
Queen Morgan's sister?
Their leader had such a background?
The knights' expressions grew even more shocked.
Galahad, however, remained relatively calm.
After all,
he had already known about this.
Hearing Morgan reiterate it now didn't change much for him.
But now, he finally understood.
He had always felt sothing was off about the King of Knights. If Artoria was a woman, everything made sense.
Even the subtle tension between King Arthur and Queen Guinevere beca clear to him.
No wonder Guinevere had that connection with him.
Galahad couldn't help but ponder.
But then, he imdiately shook his head.
This line of thinking was dangerous.
If he entertained it, wouldn't that an he was justifying his actions?
With that, he turned his gaze to lusine.
Seeing her surrendered state, his feelings were complicated.
According to Queen Morgan,
lusine possessed the Spirit Origin of that person from another world.
So in a way,
did that make her his... father?
No
mother?
Yet, faced with this "mother" who was shorter and far more youthful-looking than himself, Galahad didn't know how to react.
Moreover, she had been his enemy until now, only to beco a prisoner on their side.
He wondered how Queen Morgan and King Lot would handle lusine.
...
At that mont, Lot and Morgan were indeed preparing to deal with lusine.
As for the Wind Clan's leader?
Her fate was already decided.
Her actions had been witnessed by all.
Death was the only outco who could argue otherwise?
But lusine?
Morgan and Lot had no intention of killing her.
Her strength was imnse, and her heart was inherently kind.
If they didn't want to recruit her, they wouldn't have wasted so much ti.
Lot approached lusine and asked, "lusine, do you recognize ?"
lusine furrowed her brows, as if trying to recall who Lot was.
"You are...?"
Her face still held confusion.
Seeing this, Lot smiled and picked up a tal mask, placing it over his face.
The mont he donned it,
lusine froze.
Then, she exclaid in surprise, "You're the Naless One who followed the Savior!?"
"Yes, it's ," Lot admitted frankly.
"Was this all part of your sche?" lusine pressed.
"You could say that," Lot nodded. "You fairies tried to deceive us wasn't it only natural for us to retaliate? Tell , shouldn't we have done so?"
Faced with his rhetorical question, lusine could only nod helplessly.
Then, Lot extended his hand to her.
"Join us. This era denies both us Celts and you fairies a place in this world. If you understand, know that we share a common enemy."
"You're willing to trust ?" lusine tilted her head.
"Of course. I believe I possess enough charm," Morgan declared confidently.
"And you're not that kind of person," Lot added.
Hearing this, lusine didn't know how to respond.
Why were these two so self-assured?
But then
lusine glanced at the subdued Wind Clan leader, rembering how she had abandoned her without hesitation.
Now,
was she to betray her in turn?
Seeing her conflicted expression, Lot spoke again:
"If a ruler treats their subjects as ordinary, the subjects need only reciprocate as ordinary. But if a ruler treats their subjects as talents, then the subjects must repay them with their lives."
lusine's contemplative expression deepened.
Then, Lot turned to the Wind Clan leader.
"You still wish to return, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, of course," the Wind Clan leader answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Lot smiled.
"Then if you let lusine follow , I'll allow you to leave."
"Fine, fine!"
Eager to secure her freedom, the Wind Clan leader agreed instantly.
Watching this unfold, Lot turned back to lusine.
"Now, do you have your answer?"
"...Yes."
lusine nodded softly.
She would pledge her loyalty to those who truly deserved it.
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