With Morgan's words, the Faerie Queenes, who had previously been getting along harmoniously and chatting merrily, instinctively fell silent.
The atmosphere suddenly became eerie and unpredictable.
The Faerie Queenes looked at each other, exchanging glances. Finally, the fairy dressed as a beautiful matron took the lead to break the stiff atmosphere.
"Um, this seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it? Vivian."
Vivian was Morgan's name in the Fairy Kingdom, meaning 'mystery and elegance'. In the fairies' understanding, it also held the meanings of 'wisdom' and 'life'.
Through this name, it was evident that even fairies held great respect and awe for Morgan.
"As you know, regarding the ownership of this Holy Sword, a prophecy was made long ago when it was forged."
Even knowing that saying this would make Morgan displeased or even annoyed, the beautiful matron still braced herself and explained it to her.
However, to her surprise, upon hearing her words, Morgan did not show any anger or impatience, nor did she hold back because of them.
"It matters not. I do not care about that prophecy."
Morgan appeared completely nonchalant, but the other fairies lost their composure upon hearing this.
You might not care, but we do! However, seeing Morgan's attitude, the Faerie Queenes finally understood she was serious.
And if Morgan truly set her mind on taking the Holy Sword of the Planet, they would not be able to stop her even if they wanted to.
After all, this was Morgan le Fay Pendragon, the Lord of the Isle whom King Uther and Merlin used a secret art to reincarnate from a Faerie Queene into a human.
On this island, perhaps only the legendary grand magus Merlin could exchange a few blows with her in Magecraft.
And it was highly probable that even Merlin could not defeat her, only able to continuously flee to avoid losing.
Thus, upon realizing this, the fairies' expressions turned somewhat unsightly, yet they still did not dare to directly refuse Morgan's demand.
"But, Vivian, even if you took this sword, you could not use it."
The beautiful matron attempted one final struggle.
"When forging this Holy Sword, the Fairies of Paradise engraved a spell upon it. The Holy Sword can only be used by the Holy Sword Wielder, and currently, the only Holy Sword Wielder is King Arthur."
"According to the rules, we can only give the sword to him. Please understand our position, Vivian."
"Heh."
Hearing this speech, Morgan instantly let out a cold sneer.
"Rules? Hearing the word 'rules' from your mouth is truly amusing, Rhyne."
"If I recall correctly, the rule you established back then was for you to deliver the two Holy Swords to humans, was it not? Then let me ask, besides Excalibur, where has the other sword, Galatine, gone?"
Hearing the names of the two Holy Swords, Rhyne's expression changed abruptly, and she instinctively retorted.
"What do you mean by that? The Holy Sword has always been with me. I do not understand what you are talking about."
"Do you think I would say this without certainty?"
Morgan's lips still carried a cold sneer, looking at Rhyne's adamant denial as if watching someone in their death throes.
"Do not forget, Gawain is a Child of Man created by me."
"Even so, how could you know..."
Hearing this, Rhyne finally realized her secret actions could not be hidden, and an embarrassed expression instantly appeared on her face.
She could not figure out how Morgan knew she had given the sword to her favored knight, Gawain, ahead of time. This sudden questioning directly stripped her of her right to negotiate.
At the same time, the other fairies looked at her with strange eyes.
It was bad enough messing around in private, but you accidentally let the other party get dirt on you, and the target was even Morgan's son, in a sense.This move by Rhyne was truly something else. One must know that giving the twin Holy Swords to two human Holy Sword Wielders at the same time was a rule the fairies had established from the very beginning. Yet Rhyne had just tried to use the rules to refute Morgan, only to be exposed as the very first person to break them.
Naturally, these so-called rules held no binding power over Morgan whatsoever.
After all, how could a thief crying "stop thief" be convincing?
"How could I know? Hmph, I know far more than you imagine."
Saying this, Morgan looked mockingly at Rhyne, whose face was growing increasingly pale, and tapped her finger on the table toward her.
The meaning was clear: Do not force me to spill more of your dark secrets. This time, Rhyne did not utter any words of rebuttal. She simply sat in her chair with an unsightly expression, silent.
Thus, after the atmosphere fell into a dead silence once again, another Faerie Queene stood up.
And Souya noticed that this Faerie Queene was precisely the one Britomart the First served, the quest giver of the previous British Singularity "The Faerie Queene", namely, Faerie Queene Gloriana.
Seeing that it was her turn to converse, Morgan's expression softened slightly.
After all, the other party was the true Queen of the Fairy Kingdom now, and her status was certainly higher than the self-serving Rhyne's.
As the Queen of Camelot, the largest territory in Britain today, Morgan reasonably had to treat her with a better attitude. Of course, only slightly better.
"I would like to know, Vivian, what do you intend to do with the Holy Sword of the Planet once you obtain it?"
Gloriana's gaze fell on Morgan's cold and beautiful face. She originally intended to deduce her true thoughts from her facial expressions, but upon meeting the latter's deep, pool-like spectral-blue eyes, she instinctively withdrew her gaze.
Morgan seemed to have anticipated this question and answered crisply.
"Very simple. I will find a suitable person and give the sword to them."
Hearing these unexpectedly simple words from Morgan, the other Faerie Queenes were stunned once again.
"That is it?"
Gloriana could not help but question, her gaze instinctively sweeping toward Souya, who was standing behind Morgan.
"Why, do you see a problem with that?"
Detecting the distrust and surprise in Gloriana's tone, Morgan raised an eyebrow.
Her tone also sounded somewhat displeased.
"No, that is not what I meant. I am just a bit surprised."
Gloriana awkwardly turned her head, avoiding Morgan's eyes.
Morgan sneered again. Of course, she knew what Gloriana was thinking—she was simply afraid Morgan would hoard the Holy Sword to use against King Arthur.
Looking up at the moon in the sky, realizing a long time had passed, Morgan grew a bit tired and bored, a hint of impatience creeping into her tone.
"Enough. I promise you I will not be overly critical of the recipient of the Holy Sword. Whether the other party is Arthur or Vortigern, as long as they can pull out the Holy Sword, I will give it to them. How is that?"
Morgan had made her stance very clear. She neither wanted ownership of the Holy Sword nor would she intentionally hide it to cause trouble for King Arthur.
All she wanted was to replace Rhyne and become the Lady of the Lake in the epic who bestowed the Holy Sword upon the King.
Although the fairies harbored doubts about Morgan's seemingly meaningless actions and demands, at this point, even if they did not want to hand it over, there was no guarantee Morgan would not take it by force.
Thus, after what seemed like a hushed discussion among the fairies—which was actually heard loud and clear by Morgan—they finally decided to hand over the Holy Sword and the responsibility of giving it away to Morgan.
In fact, upon hearing that Morgan's demand for the Holy Sword was only this, the Faerie Queenes all breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, fairies were very afraid of trouble.
Their perception was completely different from that of humans; their actions were entirely driven by fun.
In Celtic mythology, fairies liked to build their workshops near forests and lakes where humans could easily stumble into them by accident. Then, when someone inadvertently entered, they would use the excuse of being offended to toy with them in various ways.
It was truly a malicious sense of humor.
But now, the connection between the Inner Sea of the Planet and reality Britain was growing weaker and weaker. Even for fairies with official channels, traveling back and forth to Britain was already a difficult task.
This also meant their opportunities for fun would decrease. In all fairness, if it were not for the Fairy Kingdom's prophecy, the Faerie Queenes truly did not want to waste their precious time for joy playing the Lady of the Lake and giving a sword to King Arthur—such a boring task.
Now, hearing that Morgan was willing to do this thankless job for them, they were a hundred times willing.
And the happiest among them was undoubtedly Rhyne.
As the designated Lady of the Lake and the bestower of the Holy Sword, her final time in Britain was originally supposed to be solely dedicated to this task. But if Morgan was willing to take her place, she could go do something she had long desired.
For example, transforming into an ugly woman and using moral kidnapping to involve herself in and toy with the feelings of the knight to whom she had given the Holy Sword of the Sun, making the renowned Sir Gawain, known for his gentleness and pure kindness, taste the bitterness of love or something similar.
Oh, just thinking about the expression he will have, clearly uncomfortable yet forced to kiss the ugly face I transform into... it truly is... Saikou ni High tte yatsu da! (This is the greatest high!) Harboring this thought, Rhyne's previously unsightly expression dissipated almost instantly. She turned around and agreed to Morgan's demand along with the other Faerie Queenes, immediately handing over the Holy Sword of the Planet and its scabbard, 'Avalon', to Morgan.
Having obtained what she wanted, Morgan was unwilling to converse with them any longer. After threatening the fairies that they must restore the environment of the Holy Lake to normal, she left with Souya without looking back.
It is worth noting that Britomart, unsurprisingly, stayed by her mother's side.
Although Souya saw that her gaze toward him and Morgan was full of reluctance and sorrow, and she even reached out to signal him to take her away, he ultimately pretended not to see it.
After all, the future Britain truly was not suitable for Britomart to stay any longer, and he and Morgan could not accompany her forever.
Fundamentally, she should not have appeared in Britain and met Souya in the first place.
Perhaps in this life of Souya's, Britomart's role was simply too small. Hopefully, in the future—for instance, in a British Lostbelt or Singularity—they would have the chance to continue their story.
However, she did not leave without leaving something for him to remember her by.
'Queen's Fortress: Bellowing Waves Shell'.
This Gundam-like armor was ultimately gifted to Souya by Britomart, with her mother's consent and authorization, and his information was recorded into it.
Now, this Noble Phantasm had adapted to Souya's physical data and concepts, becoming 'his shape'.
Thus, after bidding farewell to Britomart and the Faerie Queenes, Souya and Morgan hurried back to the castle in the royal capital of Camelot with the sword and scabbard.
Upon confirming it was only the two of them, Morgan directly tossed the blue and gold Excalibur to Souya and said:
"See if you can pull it out, Lamorak."