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Chapter 85. I will kill you, again and again! Merlin!

[The one you need to deal with is none other than Merlin, the one who made the prophecy many years ago.]

[The suffering that Artoria must endure all stems from his own actions and Uther Pendragon.]

[Uther Pendragon was by no means a wise king, and Merlin's prophecy was just a pre-arranged play.]

[He used one person's happiness as the price for the so-called future of Britannia.]

[This is a shameless lie disguised as dignity!]

[You cannot accept all of this.]

[You refuse to accept all of this.]

[You want to use your own power to negate everything.]

["Obsession" has been activated: you, who have been erased from the status of "human," wander the earth in the form of an obsession.]

[You did not wait for Artoria to wake up before leaving.]

[Because you know that meeting her now would only cause her more pain.]

The person named Ian had completely vanished.

But the world continued to turn.

A few dandelion seeds were blown into the sky by a gentle breeze, drifting far away.

Artoria's eyes slowly regained their light.

"This is…"

The girl was a bit confused.

Clearly, she had just made an agreement beyond reason with Rhongomyniad: The Lance That Shines to the End of the World.

The end of that promise was the reemergence of the laws of illusion.

At that time, the earth would once again be enveloped by the Age of Gods, and Mystery would spread like a tide across every inch of Britannia.

The smiles that had only existed in dreams would once again take root and bloom.

The price to pay was only a "small sacrifice," as the voice in her head had told her.

However—

Artoria looked around, seeming somewhat vague.

It seemed that she hadn't lost anything at all.

Rhongomyniad: The Lance That Shines to the End of the World was still embedded right in front of her, emitting starlight-like rays.

Could it be that the agreement had been canceled ahead of time?

That was impossible.

Who would dare to stop Rhongomyniad, something capable of shaking the entire Britannia?

If anyone could truly do so, their trace would certainly have been completely erased.

That being said—

Artoria looked toward the three holy swords deeply embedded in the ground in the distance.

Excalibur: Sword of Promised Victory, the sword she had borrowed from the lake.

Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake, the sword given to Lancelot by the spirits who raised him.

Then there was Excalibur Galatine: Sword of Revolving Victory, what was this?

She had no memory of ever using it.

Yet, it was here.

If she thought about it further—

Artoria gazed at Excalibur Galatine, the sword that had received the blessing of the sun, her gaze becoming heavier.

Why did she have to borrow two holy swords from the Lake?

Just one Excalibur would have been enough to bring her here.

What was the reason for all of this, in the end?

"King!"

A hurried voice rang out.

Artoria turned toward the call, and it was Gawain rushing toward her.

"My apologies for only arriving by your side now!"

"The situation on the way here was far more complicated than we anticipated."

"It's not your fault; there's no need to blame yourself too much."

After all, since Rhongomyniad descended upon this place, it had ceased to be merely a battlefield.

Any unexpected occurrences here were not hard to understand.

However, the situation still seemed uneasy.

"..."

"Sir Gawain, why are you looking at me with that expression?"

Artoria stared at the knight in front of her, perplexed.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all." Gawain shook his head. "Everything the King said is correct."

"It's just—"

Gawain looked at the Knight King before him, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"You seem to be crying."

"..."

Artoria's pupils widened for an instant.

She raised a trembling hand to touch her eyes—just as Gawain had said, they were damp with tears.

Why… is this happening?

[The final battle of the King of Knights had ended in glorious victory.]

[This would undoubtedly become a battle recorded in the annals of human history.]

[Yet none of it has anything to do with you anymore.]

[You no longer possess the essence of "humanity"; now, you are merely a vessel harboring Obsession.]

[You have traversed forests, crossed rivers, climbed mountains, and passed through wheat fields.]

[You returned to Camelot.]

[You entered the palace under the moonlight.]

[You stepped into Morgan's room.]

Morgan was seated by the windowsill.

She gazed outside at the field of flowers stretching under the moonlight, her blue eyes tinged with sorrow.

She couldn't remember how many nights she had been sleepless like this.

And what frightened her most was not knowing why she couldn't sleep.

Morgan held two letters beside her, tears streaming down her face as she read the densely written lines.

They were just ordinary letters from her two children, Gawain and Gareth, sent from afar.

But why had she become like this?

The proud princess couldn't explain it—she only felt as though a large part of her heart had been hollowed out.

Suddenly.

Morgan looked toward the door.

As an exceptional Magus, she sensed something had just entered through it.

But—

Why could she not perceive what it was at all?

Morgan stared intently at the empty space before her, hoping something would suddenly appear to answer all the questions in her heart.

But in reality, nothing appeared.

Was it merely an illusion?

As Morgan was lost in thought, she felt a familiar touch at her waist.

It wasn't an illusion.

Something was beside her.

Confirming this, Morgan gathered all her emotions.

As an exceptional Magus, she knew exactly what to do in this situation.

Immediately, a recognition Magecraft was deployed, and the results sent shivers through the proud princess's heart.

It was indeed not "human" but an Obsession.

An Obsession from a distant battlefield.

What Morgan couldn't fathom was how such a being could traverse mountains and rivers to reach her here.

What shocked her even more was that the body bore a curse—one she herself had cast.

Was it here for revenge?

No.

The hands touching her were gentle, and deeply familiar.

Morgan could sense no malice from them.

All she could feel was an endless longing.

She realized that this presence was important to her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall the right name.

Time seemed to slip away, its passing unmarked.

Immersed in the sensation, Morgan finally heard a faint voice whispering in her ear.

"Princess, the time has come. I must leave."

"Goodbye."

Morgan, always composed, was suddenly overcome with panic.

Her instincts screamed that this was a final farewell.

"Don't go! Stay with me a little longer!"

"You're asking for a reason?!"

"Yes, of course, there is!"

"I command you to stay with me!"

She blurted the words almost without thinking.

Morgan collapsed onto the bed.

Although the room was empty, her behavior suggested she was sharing an intimate moment with someone.

Under the moonlight, the princess's bare body seemed to converse with the air.

"My body is exquisite, isn't it?"

"You've always longed for a chance to freely come and go like this, haven't you?"

"Then don't leave."

"Stay here with me for the rest of your life, and I'll give you plenty of such chances."

"Besides, you promised me, didn't you? You can't be a liar."

"You know what?"

"In truth, I've always…"

Gone—

The princess could not finish confessing what lay in her heart.

This was her final joy.

Morgan placed her hand on her abdomen, silent and contemplative.

She had to keep it.

Even though—

She still couldn't remember who it was.

[You have completed your final farewell with Morgan.]

["Curse of the Princess EX" has been activated: The curse that once existed has now become the foundation sustaining your march forward, as you use suffering to validate your existence.]

["Obsession" has been activated: You act driven by Obsession; no one can hinder your path, and all others steer clear of you.]

[You tread the quiet streets of Camelot.]

[You are awaiting his arrival.]

In the tavern.

Merlin, visibly intoxicated, bid farewell to a group of women.

"Alright, until next time."

"I won't forget you, hahaha."

Merlin had his secrets, after all.

He was not entirely human but a hybrid—a union between a human and an Incubus.

This unique heritage endowed him with abilities most Magi could only dream of, while simultaneously marking him with an irrepressible charm.

Flirting with several women at once, as he had just done, was an everyday occurrence for him.

Such behavior should have been severely condemned.

However, because he had foretold the rise of King Arthur for Camelot and bore the prestigious title of Royal Magus, few dared to chastise him.

Merlin often found himself ensnared in complicated and precarious human relationships.

But he was entirely unbothered by it.

To him, such low-level dangers were inconsequential.

Besides—

That man, Kay, would always step in to handle the trouble on his behalf.

It had become routine.

Leaving the tavern, Merlin wandered into Camelot's streets.

Soon, he noticed something unusual.

Typically, after a round of drinks, the streets would still be bustling with life.

Perhaps he'd even have a chance to flirt with another passerby or two.

But now? There wasn't a soul in sight.

Even the shops, which should have been open for business, had their shutters down.

It was as if something ominous had descended upon the area.

Merlin instantly became wary.

He scanned his surroundings carefully, bracing for any imminent danger.

And his instincts proved correct.

The moment he turned a corner, a sharp killing intent enveloped him.

It was an unrelenting Obsession, intent on taking his life.

Merlin's title of "Magus of Flower" was no mere accolade.

A figure of his caliber wasn't one to surrender meekly in the face of peril.

What's more, he quickly noticed something critical—the body carrying this Obsession was utterly destroyed, riddled with wounds beyond repair.

It was an existence easy to deal with.

Petals stirred in the air.

Merlin evaded the weapon slashing toward him.

He turned to face his attacker, only to be struck by the sight before him.

In front of him stood a shadow shaped like a man.

The figure's body was mangled, its face unrecognizable.

Its form radiated mana, but it wasn't its strength—it was the curse that had consumed its body far beyond its limits.

The only clue to its identity lay in the sword it held.

The sword of the lake—"Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake"?!

No.

It merely resembled it.

In truth, it was likely just a replica.

How could such a thing exist?

Even a Magus as gifted as Merlin could not fathom the origins of this Obsession.

Yet, dealing with it was not difficult.

Merlin unleashed his formidable abilities as a master Magus, swiftly vanquishing the strange entity.

However, he hadn't anticipated—

The moment this Obsession collapsed, another identical one appeared behind him.

This new entity bore an eerie resemblance to the first.

But this time, the weapon it wielded was Excalibur Galatine.

Of course.

It, too, was merely a replica.

But even that was enough to unsettle Merlin.

As he regained his composure, he couldn't shake off a growing sense of confusion.

Realizing the anomaly, Merlin eliminated this second Obsession as well.

And the instant it fell, the Magus of Flowers instinctively turned around—

Sure enough, another identical figure had appeared.

But this time,

The weapon it held was a replica of "Excalibur: Sword of Promised Victory"!

Merlin's sharp mind quickly grasped the situation—he, after all, was the one who guided Artoria through the dream to retrieve the sword from the lake.

He immediately understood that these entities were undoubtedly connected to her.

As though sensing the shift in Merlin's thoughts, the mangled figure glared at him and roared in accusation.

"From the moment of her birth, she bore the weight of all Camelot."

"She had to conceal her name."

"She lost her own emotions."

"And in the end, she even sacrificed her humanity."

"Merlin, this is the destiny you and King Uther forced upon Artoria!"

So it was—

This entity was intrinsically tied to Artoria.

"We didn't force her!" Merlin retorted without hesitation. "She chose this path herself!"

"You lie!"

The Obsession's furious roar caused its battered body to tremble violently.

"The sword in the stone that only she could draw."

"The White Dragon that only she could defeat."

"And the holy sword that only she could summon."

"You placed all these burdens on her, yet abandoned every other possibility."

"What right do you have to claim righteousness?!"

"..."

Merlin fell silent, unable to answer.

For the first time, a feeling called regret stirred within him.

The Obsession pointed its sword directly at Merlin.

"Therefore—"

"From now until the end of time, I will kill you, again and again!"

"I want you to understand the agony of a fate that was decided for you!"

["Obsession" Activated: The frenzy of countless Obsessions has granted you unparalleled strength, leaving Merlin with no chance of victory.]

[But he will not die.]

[Instead, he will be eternally trapped in a cycle of death at your hands.]

[You have severed the chains that have bound you for so long.]

[Britannia, it is time for a new chapter to begin.]