High atop the mountain peak of the island.
Arthur sat there quietly.
It was worth ntioning—
Arthur liked this place very much.
The entire island was essentially one colossal mountain, and his favorite spot was the summit. Sitting on the highest point, staring silently into the horizon, always cald his heart and allowed his thoughts to settle.
Here, he could think clearly.
"Hmm…"
"The news… has been released."
"So then…"
"Who will be the first to co here?"
Arthur pondered.
It had already been three days since the fog dispersed.
Information about the Britannia Sea would have spread across the world by now.
He didn't need to think hard — those people had definitely received the report.
But the real question was:
Now that they knew…
Which of them would make their way here?
"Edward…"
"He's always the type to stir up trouble. Unless sothing unexpected happens, he'll definitely show up."
"As for the others…"
"Shiki. Kaido. Those two lunatics will absolutely co looking for a fight."
"And Linlin? She'd rather stay ho in her own territory."
"That leaves Ochoku, John… and Silver Axe."
"Hmm…"
Arthur narrowed his eyes, analyzing each personality.
He knew the temperants of everyone from the Rocks Pirates era.
Even if he couldn't guess their exact actions, he could predict most of it.
"But…"
"This is Britannia Island."
"And here…"
"If I lose, it'd be quite embarrassing."
A confident smile curved across his lips—
Arthur radiated unshakable certainty.
Whoosh…
A gentle breeze brushed past him—
soft, like a mother's hand caressing her child, encouraging him to relax.
Arthur recognized it imdiately.
It was the spirit of Britannia Island.
In this world, ships sotis birthed sentient "ship sprites."
Perhaps the Britannia of his previous world had no such entity…
But here, after rging with the Devil Fruit–forged archipelago, it had begun developing one.
Island's Spirit.
Island's Blessing.
Whatever one called it, none of this hard Britannia—on the contrary, it completed it.
"I know."
Arthur felt the breeze and whispered with a smile:
"I will not fail. Because I—
Am King Arthur."
He rose to his feet, golden eyes burning with determination.
"Two hundred Devil Fruits worth of energy remains."
"Next… it's ti."
Crack—!
He clenched his fist.
No more hesitation.
Arthur descended the mountain and returned to Britannia Island.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
Galahad and Bullet greeted him the mont he arrived.
Arthur nodded lightly.
"Co. Let's witness its birth together."
"Yes."
Galahad allowed a rare smile to surface.
Bullet was confused, but seeing the usually composed Galahad show excitent told him that this was no small occasion.
The three of them walked toward the center of Britannia Island.
Although Britannia had many breathtaking landscapes, the Lake of Spirits remained its core.
The lake was surrounded by a dense forest, and outside that forest was a wide, mysterious clearing.
Its purpose?
No one truly knew.
"Haa…"
Standing at the clearing's edge, Arthur whispered:
"Then—"
"Begin the summoning."
RUMBLE…!!
The roar of the Red Dragon resounded, shaking the world.
Instantly, light surged upward—a blinding white radiance blooming across the clearing.
A fortress descended from the sky.
A brilliance so pure and white it transcended ivory or silver.
No cracks, no seams—just a perfect, divine structure, as if carved from myth itself.
This was not sothing nature could create.
It was sothing born from legend.
A miracle forged by mythic power.
The Legendary Castle — Calot.
The city of legends.
RUMBLE… RUMBLE…!!
The massive white citadel settled into place.
Unlike Eastern-style cities with outer walls and orderly districts, Calot resembled a vast Western fortress.
A gigantic white castle occupied nearly one-third of the city, radiating outward into smaller castles and residences—yet all seamlessly connected.
Calot was one unified whole.
"Calot…"
Galahad's voice trembled as he looked at the familiar snow-white city.
Even soone as calm as him could not hide his joy.
Long ago, the Round Table Knights once gathered here.
It was here the Holy Britannian Empire reached its zenith.
Today, that golden age was gone.
But now—
Britannia Island had returned.
Calot stood once more.
And most importantly—
The King had returned.
His eyes fell on the golden-haired youth before him.
"Your Majesty," Galahad whispered in his heart,
"I will follow you forever."
"No matter the ti—
No matter the place—
My loyalty is yours."
For Britannia Island recognized only those truly loyal to Arthur.
"…This is unbelievable…"
Bullet stared wide-eyed at the citadel.
Arthur chuckled.
"Co. Let's take a look inside."
"Yes!"
The three stepped into Calot.
In this world, Calot was the heart of Arthur's realm.
A city that, in ancient tis, was equivalent to an entire kingdom.
Surrounding Calot were thirteen smaller cities—so in the different landscapes of Britannia Island, others on the seven satellite islands.
Thirteen cities in total, each unique and each designed for the people.
Calot alone was reserved for the King and the Round Table Knights.
Arthur moved toward the main castle.
But—
Galahad stopped before one of the side castles.
This was his castle.
Where the Round Table Knights once gathered.
He stared at it with nostalgia.
"Lord Galahad?" Bullet asked.
"Let the King explore on his own," Galahad said gently.
"Co. I'll take you to the training grounds."
"Yes!"
As they departed, Galahad said warmly:
"Bullet…"
"When you beco a true Knight of the Round Table..."
"You'll be granted your own castle here. I look forward to that day."
"I will personally award you your badge."
Bullet's heart burned with determination.
anwhile—
Step… step…
Arthur walked through the throne hall.
Creak…
The heavy doors opened, revealing an enormous chamber with a grand round table at its center—
150 seats arranged evenly around it.
The origin of the Round Table Knights.
150 seats for 150 knights.
"Such a familiar feeling…"
Every ti his bloodline awakened,
Every ti he summoned a knight,
Every ti he created Britannia or Calot—
Arthur gained mories of another Arthur Pendragon.
Sotis he genuinely couldn't tell if they were two different people… Or one soul in two worlds.
"Now then…"
Arthur opened his status panel.
[Arthur Pendragon]
[Holy Sword: Excalibur – Sword of Promised Victory (13 Seals)]
[Holy Spear: Locked]
[Bloodline of the Red Dragon: 40% Awakened (Red Dragon's Scale, Red Dragon's Claw, Red Dragon's Stomach)]
[Knights of the Round Table: Galahad (Knight of the Holy Grail)]
[Island of Britannia: Synchronization: 30%]
[Castle of White Chalks: 2/150]
[Haki: Conqueror's Haki (Interdiate), Armant Haki (Interdiate), Observation Haki (Interdiate)]
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30% synchronization ant the island's blessing granted him Admiral-level power within Britannia.
At 100%… the power would be unimaginable.
Calot itself was an enormous artifact—
a defensive and offensive super-weapon whose true might could only be unleashed when all 150 Knights were gathered.
But obtaining 150 candidates worthy of knighthood?
That was a challenge even he didn't know how long would take.
"Calot has been summoned."
"Next…"
He looked at his remaining pool of energy—
only enough for 100 more Devil Fruits.
Without hesitation—
Arthur activated the next command:
Summon Round Table Knights.
Hum…
Two beams of light descended.
And from within them—two new knights walked out.
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