Chapter 22: The Holy Flame Sweeping The World - The Radiance of Glory
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[Life in Avalon is exceedingly comfortable, and Vivian's attentive service offers unparalleled pleasure.]
[Yet, as a god, you are acutely aware of your purpose: to venture forth, journey to the land of Britain, transform its territories, and cultivate faith.]
["Master, are you leaving now?"]
[As a flower fairy who has resided in Avalon for countless years, Vivian is not incapable of stepping outside, but she is forbidden to do so.]
[After all, she is the last surviving flower fairy of ancient times, one of the few remaining fantastical species in the world today.]
[In the outside world, the mystical forces of the age would subject flower fairies to unbearable torment every passing moment—akin to humans enduring a high-pressure, scorching, and oxygen-deprived environment.]
[Prolonged exposure to the outside world would severely shorten the lifespan of a flower fairy.]
[Unable to follow you, Vivian silently watches you prepare to leave, making no attempt to stop her master.]
["Don't worry, Vivian. I'm not leaving forever."]
[Leave with the rising sun and morning dew; return with the setting sun and moonlight. The new moon marks the time for your comings and goings.]
[Yes, although Avalon is connected to the surface world through the Fairy Lake, this portal does not open at will. It is only on the night of the new moon each month that the passage is revealed.]
[Stepping onto the land of Britain, you begin by wandering aimlessly, but over time, your divine power steadily grows.]
[All your attributes have risen to B, making you a formidable figure in this era.]
[As you traverse this enigmatic archipelago on the brink of retreat, you bear witness to the chaos that grips the world.]
[This is a chaotic world where human life holds little value—worth no more than grass.]
[This is a chaotic world where heroes rise in abundance, yet remain selfish and self-serving.]
[This is a chaotic world fraught with disputes of faith, but gods offer no salvation.]
[Gazing upon Britain as a whole, you find yourself repulsed by such a world.]
[You despise the arrogance of the nobles, the tyranny of knights preying on the weak, and the deceitful doctrines of the churches.]
[Much like what you witnessed in the Roman Empire, you feel a profound bitterness for having been born into such a cowardly and corrupt world.]
[Resolute in your decision to reshape this world, you steel yourself with a clear mind, ready to act on what must be done, what you wish to achieve, and what you desire to change.]
[Your name begins to spread, and under the title of "Emperor," you naturally draw followers to your cause.]
[In this chaotic age, your aspirations inspire others, and many talented generals flock to your side.]
[Moreover, even in this era, there are those who still adhere to the ideals of chivalry. Hearing of your deeds, countless young dreamers yearning to change the world rally to your banner.]
[Centered around the Fairy Lake, a new city arises—an unprecedented nation on this land.]
[It illuminates the darkness, mends countless broken families, and heralds the dawn of a new era of kings.]
[Humanity witnesses it—the sacred flame that sweeps across the world—the radiance of glory.]
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Type-Moon World, 412 AD, the Cretaceous Holy City of Camelot.
As King Uther of the Pendragon clan, he now presides over the finest capital in Britain.
With a formidable army and grand ambitions, he stands on the brink of unifying the entire land. Yet, his dream is violently disrupted by the Saxons from the north.
"Vortigern, can't you simply watch as I unite all of Britain?!"
Inside the palace, the resolute King Uther, still in his prime, gnashed his teeth as he stared at the map spread before him.
There was no hope etched into its lines. For Uther, his brother Vortigern remained the greatest obstacle to his ambition.
Thinking of this, his thoughts turned to the plan.
Could it truly succeed?
Or...
He hesitated briefly. The bulging veins on his neck betrayed his inner turmoil, but as a king, he swiftly buried any trace of mercy.
"I've decided. Let it be done. Forgive me, my daughter... Morgan."
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Three days later, at the National Assembly of Camelot:
"Morgan, have you truly surrendered yourself to the power of darkness?"
King Uther's deep voice reverberated through the chamber as he addressed his daughter standing below him.
"Father, whether I've become a slave to darkness—you, of all people, should know best."
Morgan Le Fay, famed as the most beautiful woman in Camelot, surveyed the room. Her gaze swept across the assembly filled with anger, fear, jealousy, and greed. She smiled faintly.
Arms crossed before her chest, Morgan exuded a regal air. Though still young, her commanding presence hinted at the makings of a ruler.
"I've merely inherited the mysteries of Britain," she declared. "Everything in this land is continued through me."
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Morgan Le Fay Pendragon.
The daughter of King Uther, she bore the exalted bloodline of the British Isles and inherited their mystical legacy.
Once regarded as the ideal successor to King Uther, Morgan's extraordinary talents made her the perfect candidate to inherit the throne.
Yet, in this era—no, even in ages to come—Morgan carried a flaw that could not be concealed.
Her gender.
Yes, it was her gender!
As Britain plunged into war, with princes vying for dominance and internal strife consuming the land, major families clashed incessantly. King Uther himself was but one of many powerful factions.
In such a time, Morgan's position as a woman became a glaring disadvantage.
Too many knights harbored a deep-seated aversion to pledging loyalty to a female ruler.
Worse still, Morgan's natural aptitude for authority and her commanding nature only heightened their discomfort.
As the saying goes: kings, princes, generals—are they not of the same kind?
When it became clear that King Uther could sire no child other than Morgan, whispers of discontent began to spread throughout Camelot.
Why should the king's accomplishments pass to that girl?
If Uther could conquer this land, why can't we?
Must we let this country fall into the hands of a mere woman?
No! Never!
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These thoughts festered within the hearts of Camelot's ministers and knights.
Fueling their resentment was Morgan's mastery of dark and enigmatic magic. Fearing her power, they began spreading malicious rumors throughout the city, branding her a witch, a harbinger of calamity, and an object of dread.
At last, the dissent culminated on this fateful day.
The knights and ministers, emboldened by their ambition, delivered their accusations against Morgan before King Uther.
For them, there would never be a better opportunity to press their case.
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