"Is it over…"
The sky gradually faded, and many Earthlings sighed, squinting their eyes in a daze, feeling a profound sense of loss.
They were engulfed by a strange emptiness, as if immersed in a captivating short drama, only for it to abruptly end. Afterward, they felt like they had lost something, a feeling of restlessness and melancholy washed over them, unable to summon the energy to do anything.
The more sensitive and emotionally rich one's heart, the stronger this feeling seemed to be.
What happens next?
When will Fate/stay night continue?
The clashing of Noble Phantasms, the entangled grievances between Masters and Servants, the fierce competition between various factions…
Everything was like a grand and glorious painting, slowly unfolding.
No one could resist the allure of the Heroic Spirits.
Especially King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon—the peerless, sacred king of ancient Britain, the exalted figure from the Isle of the Britons…
She was a true leader who's an epitome of selflessness, diligent governance, and love for her people.
Her Holy Sword carried her ideals as she reached the edge of the world, her monumental achievements etched in the unshakable Throne of Heroes.
The miracles exhibited in the castle on Greenland Island were still sending shockwaves through the world, and the excitement was only growing.
No…
To be precise, without the sky continuing to show the captivating scenes, people were given ample time to reflect.
The fervor surrounding many miraculous events was fermenting wildly, crashing into the hearts of the world's people.
"Is this... the unprecedented upheaval of the ages?"
Someone muttered to themselves.
Countless people around them nodded in shock, their hearts still trembling.
No one would underestimate the "transformation" brought about by the sky. Given that it had lasted so long, it must have withstood overwhelming firepower and armed strikes from various nations, yet it remained peacefully overlooking the world, coldly existing in the high heavens.
The terrifying power behind it was something humanity could never imagined!
"The appearance of the sky must have some purpose behind it—one capable of shaking the world…"
In the Sun Never Sets Empire, Cecilia, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady, gazed into the distance with a lost expression.
The European education she had received taught her that she had to do something in the face of this transformation. Otherwise, she would be swept away by the tides of time, drowned and forgotten.
In the end, when the wave subsides, she would be nothing but a skeletal remnant left on the shore.
"Perhaps… the change has already happened, hasn't it?"
She sipped her drink, her expression complex as she stared out the window.
Outside, the world was filled with clamor, with around four to five million Britons on strike, marching in protest.
"Northern Ireland, independence!!"
"The Sun Never Sets Empire, Brexit!!"
"—Bring back the Sword in the Stone, and re-establish King Arthur!!"
"The power of the workers is limitless! We cannot allow the rats to steal the fruits of our labor!"
The leader of the protest, a man with a serious expression, held high the dazzling flag of the Sun Never Sets Empire.
He raised his arm and shouted, his voice shaking the heavens as the crowd, stirred into a frenzy, was ready to roar in unison.
Perhaps each person's demands were different, but the desire to force the government to relent was shared by all!
The Sun Never Sets Empire had too many former colonies, and now the legacy of those territories had created unresolved issues. Ethnic conflicts were unceasing...
Though many ethnic groups existed, the majority were Anglo-Saxons and Celts.
The Celts, who held a fervent admiration for King Arthur, carried a proud identity tied to their bloodline...
They were the Celts.
They were widely distributed across Western Europe.
The Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Cornish from England, and the Bretons from France, all belonged to the Celtic people.
Because King Arthur had fought against the barbarous Anglo-Saxons, the Red Dragon, he was the king of Celtic myth.
With the Greenland Island incident, the public was whipped into a fervor. Under the sway of popular sentiment, an unbreakable cohesion formed. The Irish government took notice and subtly began pulling strings, hoping for a new referendum on independence.
(Note: The full name of the UK is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.)
(In essence, it is not a single country, but a large union.)
As for why the people wanted to separate Ireland from the union?
Because the Brits were pure bloodsuckers, and Ireland was a British colony.
There were too many grievances!
Take, for example, the infamous Great Irish Famine from 1845 to 1850, when under the rule of the Sun Never Sets Empire, Ireland's primary crop—potatoes—rotted, ravaged by blight…
In just five years, millions of Irish people were left to die, the population reduced by a quarter, leading to a massive wave of emigration.
Who could endure that?
But with the territories sharing borders, there was no way to fight back, and in an age of limited technology, they had no choice but to swallow their resentment.
Now that they had the power to retaliate, they were sure to seize the moment to challenge the British government!
Returning the rusted Sword in the Stone from the British Museum to Ireland for public display could also be a powerful tool to stir the people's emotions.
Furthermore, the aftermath of the Glastonbury Mirage event had also created significant ripples.
Flights to Glastonbury were sold out.
People from around the world were caught up in a frenzy, eager to visit the place where the miracle had occurred.
Videos of tourists filming the event had gone viral on YouTube, garnering billions of views.
Perhaps...
In just a few days, there would be millions of tourists in Glastonbury.
They would come from all corners of the world...
People of the same skin color, yet with different features, approached with reverence towards King Arthur, coming to pay their respects to this historical site.
Of course, they weren't honoring the elusive King Arthur of this world...
What they truly came for was to pay homage to the Queen Arthur of a parallel world!
Her pure heart, her bright eyes, her unwavering sense of justice...
Countless people had already been captivated by her.
They were all infected, stricken by an incurable illness known as "King's Poison."
A gathering of passionate internet enthusiasts from all corners of the world convened, and fueled by their shared excitement, they quickly formed an organization named the "Great Britain Knights' Queen Support Group." New members had to solemnly swear the group's pledge upon joining:
"Where the Sword of Our King points, Shall our hearts follows!"
The cry resounded, a stirring battle cry filled with a fierce loyalty that would follow to the death.
...
Meanwhile, in the Empire The Sun Never Sets,
A stunningly captivating oil painting, signed by the artist "Shiina Mashiro," surfaced.
In the painting, the knight-queen stands solemnly, plunging the sacred sword from the stone into the earth. Her ancient, cloak-like cape billows like a blanket, while the loyal knights of the Round Table stand in formation around her, resolutely holding their swords, proud and unwavering.
A tinge of red softly accentuates the figures, imbuing the scene with a divine feeling, as if the sun were rising in the east.
The painting seemed to capture the very essence of ancient Britain. The knights' expressions were vivid, almost lifelike.
The artwork quickly garnered admiration and was presented to the regal Queen Elizabeth.
"This is such a beautiful painting..."
In the British Parliament, Queen Elizabeth II marveled, her eyes filled with admiration.
She reached out and gently stroked the head of the golden-haired child standing before her, gazing at the painting with a look of amazement and joy, momentarily entranced.
"Little Mashiro, what reward would you like for this?"
"Hmm…"
Shiina Mashiro tilted her head slightly.
She had painted this piece simply to capture the noble figure of the great queen.
What reward did she want? She had never considered it…
"You don't have one in mind?"
Queen Elizabeth II smiled warmly, "You must really like King Arthur, so I'll have the guards take you to the museum, where you can see for yourself the legendary sword from ancient times, passed down through the ages."
"Thank you, Your Majesty…"
Shima Mashiro nodded calmly, her heart fluttering with a quiet joy.
People of the same skin color, yet with different features, approached with reverence toward King Arthur, coming to pay their respects to this historical site.
Of course, they weren't honoring the elusive King Arthur of this world...
What they truly came for was to pay homage to the Queen Arthur of a parallel world!
Her pure heart, her bright eyes, her unwavering sense of justice...
Countless people had already been captivated by her.
They were all infected, stricken by an incurable illness known as "King's Poison."
A gathering of passionate internet enthusiasts from all corners of the world convened, and fueled by their shared excitement, they quickly formed an organization named the "Great Britain Knights' Queen Support Group." New members had to solemnly swear the group's pledge upon joining:
"Where the Sword of Our King points, there our hearts shall follow!"
The cry resounded, a stirring battle cry filled with a fierce loyalty that would follow to the death.
...
Meanwhile, in the Empire Where the Sun Never Sets,
A stunningly captivating oil painting, signed by the artist "Shima Mashiro," surfaced.
In the painting, the knight-queen stands solemnly, plunging the sacred sword from the stone into the earth. Her ancient, cloak-like cape billows like a blanket, while the loyal knights of the Round Table stand in formation around her, resolutely holding their swords, proud and unwavering.
A tinge of red softly accentuates the figures, imbuing the scene with a divine feeling, as if the sun were rising in the east.
The painting seemed to capture the very essence of ancient Britain. The knights' expressions were vivid, almost lifelike.
The artwork quickly garnered admiration and was presented to the regal Queen Elizabeth.
"This is such a beautiful painting..."
In the British Parliament, Queen Elizabeth II marveled, her eyes alight with admiration.
She reached out and gently stroked the head of the golden-haired child standing before her, gazing at the painting with a look of amazement and joy, momentarily entranced.
"Little Mashiro, what reward would you like for this?"
"Hmm…"
Shima Mashiro tilted her head slightly.
She had painted this piece simply to capture the noble figure of the great queen.
What reward did she want? She had never considered it…
"You don't have one in mind?"
Queen Elizabeth II smiled warmly, "You must really like King Arthur, so I'll have the guards take you to the museum, where you can see for yourself the legendary sword from ancient times, passed down through the ages."
"Thank you, Your Majesty…"
Shiina Mashiro nodded calmly, her heart fluttering with a quiet joy.
Soon, under the guidance of the royal guards, her figure gradually disappeared into the distance…
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