Faintly understanding why her ancestors pursued what they did.
Why they were so obsessed with that brilliance.
Strength, majesty, gentleness—
That was the light symbolizing the king she admired, and it was the sacred place that the people of Britain pursued.
Feeling the warmth of being embraced by him.
It was like finding a safe harbor.
"Gray, I have heard your thoughts. Since you want to follow me, then let's go together."
In Gray's eyes, Moran's entire being seemed to overflow with warm, dazzling light…
She was certain that she was not seen as someone else but as a girl named Gray by Moran.
The pain of over a decade was melting away.
It was as if she was being reborn as a new life.
Just like the epic stories where the dragon Vortigern is defeated, that dazzling dawn will dispel the endless darkness.
However, at this warm moment, another discordant teasing voice arose.
"Oh dear, Gray is surprisingly not slow this time, hee hee hee~ Really, even Gray has been conquered by this charming man. Moran, do you know what this behavior is called? It's called an old cow eating tender grass!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed continuously.
The restlessness was emanating from Gray.
The birdcage hanging from her waist, like an ornament, contained a box that was inopportunely complaining.
"Yah, Add! What are you talking about!?"
"Oh my, oh my? Are you shy~! Little Gray is shy! Did I hit the nail on the head with you, little girl? Hahahahaha! This is too interesting, really too interesting~!"
Add let out a raucous laugh.
Gray, who was originally filled with joy and emotion, suddenly blushed to the point of looking like a red-hot iron block.
Her silver-haired little head was constantly emitting steam.
"Tsk, that annoying voice? Hey… Kay, how did you turn into such an ugly box?!"
"Mordred, you're here too? You violent person actually returned to the world, what a disaster for Britain…"
"What? You unhappy?"
"Not at all, just paying respects to the modern people of Britain. Anyway, this time it's finally not me who has to clean up after you."
Add's sharp tongue made Mordred raise an eyebrow.
Anger could be faintly seen rising.
However, she managed to suppress it without exploding.
"Tch, as annoying as ever, but seeing you in this sorry state, I'm afraid you can't even lift a sword. No, it's hard to say if you even have limbs. Truly, too pitiful."
Mordred retorted without backing down.
This familiar exchange reminded Moran of the past, when a few people around the Round Table would also spray insults at each other like this.
Kay's sharp tongue always made people's expressions twitch.
Only in formal occasions could he restrain himself a bit.
"Ha! I'm not cut out for fighting and killing anyway; I'd prefer it this way. You know, my hands exist only to embrace girls… But I really didn't expect you to come back, Moran."
"Heh, Kay, you're still so chatty."
"Of course, I am who I am."
The Holy Lance and Add were entrusted to the Blackmore clan by Moran.
They had the duty to guard these two items.
When Morgan selected the personality simulation for the ceremonial attire, only Kay was the most suitable candidate.
"How about it, Gray is very similar to Morgan, right?"
"Very similar, but not at all alike.
A person's existence cannot be determined solely by their appearance. Kay, you should know this best."
"Hahahaha, I'm not just satisfied with pretty girls; in-depth communication in all aspects is great!
So, Moran, even though Little Gray is very uncommunicative and slow, I can tell you she is a good woman! Why don't you just—wow wow wow wow wow—!"
Add's tone was like that of an old rogue.
Before he could finish his sentence, the blushing Gray raised both hands.
Then, like a skilled bartender, she continuously shook the birdcage containing Add up and down.
The sound of metal clashing rang out in succession.
Accompanied by Add's wails: "Stop, stop—stop it—my brain is going to shake out—!!"
"Phew… phew…"
Gray's chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.
It was upright and youthful.
Combined with her shy and cute expression, Gray had a charm that only someone her age could possess.
"Add… lewd…!"
"Wow wow—ah ah ah—I know, I know I was wrong—!! Little Gray! Please stop shaking—!!"
The sounds of metal clashing and screams continued to echo.
The room was filled with a lively atmosphere.
"Hahahaha, count me in! I've been annoyed by it for a long time!"
Even Mordred found this very enjoyable; she borrowed the birdcage from Gray.
With her terrifying strength, Mordred swung it violently.
Add experienced what it meant for the heavens to collapse and the earth to shatter.
If it weren't for the fact that it was made by Morgan's own hands, it would have probably been shaken to pieces by Mordred long ago.
"~See, the retribution for your sharp tongue has come. Kay, your strength is that silver-tongued talk, and your flaw is that you can't keep your mouth shut. How many women have blocked your door before?"
Moran laughed joyfully.
Not long after, Add was already crying for help: "That's all ancient history—Moran! Save, save me—!!"
London, Clock Tower.
Another meeting was held here.
Gathered here were the monarchs at the pinnacle of power in the Clock Tower.
This meeting was not a crown decision but more like a final confirmation and persuasion among the monarchs.
Once the crown decision is initiated, a result must be determined.
"According to the consolidated data from all parties, the day of the king selection will be in five days. At that time, Britain and we will welcome a new king. This is already a confirmed fact—everyone, is there anything you want to say?"
Kayneth placed the report in his hand on the table.
He participated in this meeting as the monarch of El-Melloi.
"The throne of Britain has been vacant for over a decade; this matter cannot be delayed any longer. El-Melloi monarch, is your data source accurate?"
The one who spoke was an elderly woman in her seventies.
She had a head full of silver hair and was dressed luxuriously.
Inorai Valualeta Atroholm.
The current monarch of the Creation Department, a heroine of the Clock Tower, these are her titles within the Clock Tower.
The renowned grand magus, Touko Aozaki, is also her disciple.
The Valualeta family is one of the three major noble families that pursue "ultimate beauty" to reach the source.