[The night was the final tenderness. The arrival of dawn did not always signify a beautiful beginning.]
[From that day onward, you became the knight protecting Morgan from the shadows.]
[This was not Morgan's idea; on the contrary, it was your request.]
[You understood that even though Morgan didn't say it aloud, her eyes revealed her eagerness to introduce you to the world, to break King Uther's dying curse, and to show everyone that she, Morgan, was not someone unworthy of having knights or unworthy of becoming a king.]
[Yet even so, you still risked Morgan's wrath to offer her your counsel.]
[You said that accepting the loyalty of a nameless knight was useless to a lord, and doing so might even invite gossip. Thus, you implored Morgan to give you some time. Once you executed your plan, she could then announce you as her knight.]
[By then, you could gather immense momentum for her.]
[As a renowned witch in history, Morgan was naturally incredibly wise. After a moment of thought, she agreed to your proposal.]
[But before that, you had more important things to do.]
[That was to completely cleanse and take control of the royal capital, Camelot.]
[King Uther's death also symbolized the collapse of Britain's superficial order.]
[Before the prophesied King drew the Sword in the Stone and revealed themselves to the world, the lords and nobles of various regions naturally began to grow restless.]
[And the first place to fall into turmoil was the royal capital.]
[Because of Morgan's lingering intimacy with you, she didn't step forward immediately to stabilize the situation. Thus, in just a single day, the rats within the royal capital who had been waiting for a long time began to make their moves.]
[No matter where you were, the significance and status of the royal capital were of the utmost importance. In Britain, there were plenty of people who understood this.]
[You and Morgan discussed it and decided to play along with the situation. Once the rats emerged from their holes and gathered around the dining table to fight over the cake, you would annihilate them all.]
[All those harboring malicious intentions would inevitably pay the price in blood.]
[Soon, under Morgan's deliberate manipulation, all the rats gathered at the table.]
[And so, one day a month later, accompanied by the ringing of the evening bell, a massive magical bounded field descended upon the royal capital alongside the night.]
"No... no... no! You cannot kill me! I am a comrade who fought alongside Lord Uther, the King of Orkney!"
The grand hall of the royal palace had long lost the grandeur and majesty it possessed when Uther was alive. The luxurious artifacts and inlaid jewels within had all been plundered, leaving only the solitary golden throne.
If it weren't for the fact that this throne was protected by Magecraft and could not be moved or destroyed as a symbol of the King, it probably would have been pried away long ago.
Morgan's fingers gently brushed over the dust-covered throne. Recalling the posture of her father sitting upon it, and remembering how she used to look forward to and obsess over this seat, she couldn't help but zone out a little.
However, a certain someone's voice was getting truly grating.
Morgan frowned and turned her head. The cold moonlight reflected in her spectral-blue eyes, illuminating the dozens of knight corpses scattered below the throne, as well as the fat figure collapsed in a pool of blood, his face full of terror as he howled loudly.
Standing before him was a white-haired knight wearing dark blue armor and holding a sharp spear. It was Souya, also known as Lamorak.
And the corpses on the ground were naturally his doing.
"Lamorak, silence this fool who dares to covet what is mine."
Ignoring the King of Orkney's pitiful pleas for mercy, the annoyed Morgan issued the order to slaughter without a shred of hesitation.
"Yes, Lady Morgan."
Upon hearing Morgan's command, Souya immediately raised his spear. First, he pierced the King of Orkney's throat under the man's terrified gaze. Then, he thrust the spear through his heart with lightning speed, killing him completely.
The entire process was swift and decisive, as easy as crushing an ant.
Souya shook the spear shaft, using magical energy to flick the blood off it.
This was the weapon Morgan had given him. Even though it was just a common standard-issue spear, Souya treasured it dearly because it was a gift from Morgan.
Having finished the deed, he looked down at the King of Orkney at his feet. With the System's help, he recalled information about this character.
Hmm... If I remember correctly, this guy should be the father of the Knight of the Sun Gawain, as well as Gareth and Gaheris.
Wow, looks like I'm really something. Just casually waiting to ambush traitors aiming for the throne of Camelot, and I ended up bagging a character like this.
Not bad. Starting off as the man who murdered Gawain's father. Now that's what I call a life experience.
But honestly, how the hell did a pig-like guy like the King of Orkney produce such a handsome Gawain and an adorable Gareth?
Biology is truly fascinating.
Silently stabbing the King of Orkney's fat face into a pulp with the butt of his spear, Souya stopped paying attention to the guy.
Strictly speaking, this guy was Morgan's uncle. But since Morgan told him to kill him, Souya felt no psychological burden.
Even if Gawain found out in the future, Souya wouldn't be afraid.
Everything is for Morgan.
"Lady Morgan, it seems another group of people has arrived outside."
Souya's ears twitched. He heard the sound of footsteps and clashing armor approaching from far outside the grand hall, and he felt the slight tremors in the ground.
"Seems like quite a few of them, too," Souya added.
"Merely a hundred or so. Just kill them all. Lamorak, you can handle this minor task, right?"
This time, Morgan didn't even bother turning her head. After speaking, she ignored Souya.
She slowly sat down on the throne, a faint glimmer appearing in her beautiful eyes.
"As you command, Lady Morgan."
Souya performed a knightly salute. Then, he pushed open the grand hall's doors and walked straight out.
Sure enough, a short distance away under the moonlight stood a group of knights clad in armor and wielding sharp swords, staring warily at Souya.
Clearly, they had smelled the thick stench of blood coming from within the grand hall and stopped there.
Before they could speak, Souya raised his spear tip and pointed it at them, a friendly smile on his jade-like, handsome face.
"All of you, come at me together."
The next moment, as the magical energy within Souya erupted, he shot into the crowd like an arrow released from its bowstring. Under the panicked gazes of the knights, he turned into a reaper, harvesting everyone's lives.
In the original British mythology, there was a legend of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, facing off against thirty highly skilled knights and remaining undefeated.
But in the Type-Moon universe—where Greek gods were alien mechas, and the fall of the Xia dynasty was caused by contact with ancient gods and unspeakable entities, a place where all records were exaggerated—Lancelot had likely faced at least three hundred men.
The knights currently present numbered only about a hundred and twenty. Thus, with the buffs from his two major skills, 'Incarnated Fairy' and 'Lingering Light of the Age of Gods', Souya absolutely slaughtered these hundred and twenty men in two and a half minutes.
And this was with Souya intentionally trying to familiarize himself with his new body. If he had been more accustomed to it, he might not have even needed a minute and a half to finish them all off.
"In the end, it was merely a breeze."
Feeling his entire body gradually heating up from the warm-up exercise, and the pure power within him surging out wave after wave, Souya couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Battle! Awesome! (Sion voice)
[Facts proved that your deduction was entirely correct.]
[Those noble lords who, during your visits, each displayed utmost loyalty to Uther and the Kingdom of Camelot, almost flooded and infiltrated the royal capital like a tidal wave within half a month of learning of Uther's death.]
[Just killing the nobles and their knights who couldn't restrain their greed and entered the royal palace took you until the latter half of the night.]
[Countless corpses covered the entire royal palace. The blood dyed the ground of the palace crimson up to three meters deep.]
[When the last knight was nailed to the door by you, you successfully completed Morgan's task.]
[For such an excellent knight, she naturally had a reward.]