Awakening in a hazy consciousness.
Once again, I dreamt of the familiar past.
The first time I met her in the castle, traveling through Britain together, sharing the dream of saving Britain.
I don't know why I dreamt of the past like this.
Perhaps it's because I returned to Britain, or perhaps it's simply nostalgia.
"Teacher, teacher—it's already morning, today is the day of king selection… You said you would go to the Clock Tower."
Hearing the call by my ear.
Moran also opened his sleepy eyes, and the first thing he saw was that familiar silver hair.
He instinctively reached out his hand to her.
He gently caressed the woman's beautiful, round, tender cheek.
"Morgan…?"
Moran came to his senses in a daze.
His previously drowsy consciousness gradually cleared, and he finally realized what was wrong.
"Sorry, Gray… I was a bit confused."
"It's okay! It's okay… I know my face looks too much like Princess Morgan's… It's not your fault, Teacher!"
Gray blushed and took a step back.
She could feel the warmth of his palm on her cheek, and her heart was racing uncontrollably.
Gray had no thoughts of blaming Moran.
After leaving the Blackmore Cemetery with Moran, she had experienced many new and exciting things in just a few days.
At first, she wanted to address Moran as "King."
However, Moran showed a troubled expression and instead asked her to call him "Teacher," just like the Tohsaka sisters.
"Teacher, breakfast is outside. Since you're awake, I'll go out first!"
Gray bowed as a gesture of respect.
Soon, she dashed out of the room.
"Ah, I really overslept…"
Moran was still thinking about the dream in his mind.
He knew that Gray was not the Morgan from his dream, but it was a pity that the two women looked too similar.
This was disrespectful to Gray.
Moran had asked Gray to call him "Teacher."
This meant he wanted to fulfill his guiding responsibility.
Gray could be seen as a child of the island.
She didn't know how to use her talents and didn't know how to face the blessings she received.
If left unchecked, she would only get lost in the mystery.
So she needed someone to guide her.
The ceremonial attire of the Clock Tower could help her better master her powers, and with Moran's guidance, given time, she could become an outstanding knight.
"I need to change this habit; Gray is Gray. Mistaking descendants for my own wife is not funny at all…"
Moran let out a deep breath.
He knew how to bring Morgan back to the modern world; it wasn't just about making Gray a vessel.
Once, Morgan had also been part of his military force.
If he could draw the inherent skill, the End of the King, from the simulator, he could bring the former British military force to his side.
Similarly, Morgan would return.
This was not a particularly difficult task.
"However, with the King Selection Day approaching in Britain, before the next simulation, I should first see who the new king of this generation is."
Moran set aside the idea of simulation.
He wanted to see who would be chosen this time.
If possible, he also wanted to personally talk to the selected person and see what the new king was like.
"However, since I set the rules for the king selection, the person chosen will at least meet my passing criteria…"
Moran was confident in his base of magic circuits.
This base of magic circuits was not rigid enough to only select people; it was connected to the consciousness of Britain and could communicate with people.
Of course, it would also cultivate people into kings.
After finishing breakfast with the women, Moran and the others left the hotel in London and headed to the Clock Tower.
Gray was full of curiosity along the way.
Having lived in the Blackmore Cemetery for a long time, she now felt as if she had traveled from the Middle Ages to the modern world.
At first, Gray was still dressed in medieval attire.
She looked plain and unadorned, like a village girl.
Iris and Mordred helped her change her outfit, and they had a lot of fun during the process.
For Mordred, dressing Gray was like picking clothes for a young mother; it was a rare and precious sight for her.
Iris felt like she was playing a dress-up game.
Everyone could see how cute Gray was.
"Gray, after we finish at the Clock Tower, let's go to the mall!"
"Waaah… Teacher…!"
Gray cast a pleading glance at Moran…
Having been revered as a divine child in Blackmore since childhood, she was very reluctant to show her appearance.
On ordinary days, Gray wore a hooded cloak.
She felt anxious and ashamed when others saw her face, which was a pity for such beauty to go to waste.
Moran had repeatedly said that there was no need to worry.
After all, Gray was a descendant of Morgan, and looking like her ancestor was not something to avoid.
Gray was more afraid of being admired by others; rather than being worshipped by the living, she wanted to be the guardian of the dead.
Only when talking to Moran did she have the courage to take off her hood.
This was something she needed to overcome herself.
"The Clock Tower…"
Moran and the others arrived at the headquarters of the Clock Tower.
It was even more magnificent than he remembered.
It seemed that the power of the Clock Tower before the simulation was not as strong as it was now.
In this Britain, where the divine age continued, the power of the Clock Tower was far stronger than it was before the simulation.
And this strength came from Britain.
"Let's go… Let us witness the new king of Britain."
Moran took Gray's hand.
He led the women into the Clock Tower.
Every time a king was chosen, the ruler of the Clock Tower would hold a coronation decision in the ancient heart layer located fifty kilometers below.
It had been nearly a hundred years since the last coronation decision, and the last king chosen by Britain had already passed away.
Britain would grant the king power and authority.
However, the king also needed to be rotated.
When a king passed away or lost proof of kingship, Britain would begin to rotate the kings.
If there were more suitable candidates for kingship, then a rotation would occur.
This mechanism of continuous evolution operated through a precise method of selecting kings.
Internally, it was flawless.
Only external factors could threaten Britain.
In the ancient heart, at the fissure—
A network of glowing circuits spread like blood vessels throughout the layer, with light spiraling and intertwining.
The rulers reached this place by excavating the fissures of the city.
Just like a hundred years ago, they convened a coronation decision for the upcoming king of Britain.