When the darkness of the night is pierced by the morning sun that leaps above the horizon.

In the past nearly 30 centuries, it has ruled over this area of more than 4 million square kilometers, which is almost equivalent to half a day of the Edward Mother Plane ~ the capital of the Pendragon Camelot Kingdom in the vast territory of the Dynasty - Camelot City.

This huge city, which is almost comparable to the ancient capital of Edward's previous Tian~ Dynasty, has a huge population of nearly 800,000.

The row of towering walls that almost broke through the sky, with a height of nearly 150 feet, stretched straight for dozens of kilometers.

On the huge and heavy city walls, the dense and complicated defensive magic runes flashed with a lilac faint light, like a giant prehistoric magical beast born in the ocean of pre-Celtic mythology, exuding a huge and moving force.

In the past, the gate of the main city of Camelot, which was densely populated and civilians came and went, was solemn and quiet at this moment.

In front of the gate of the main city of the main city, which is built with holy white Almi stone and resembles a Gothic spire in the Marvel world, one after another is as dense as an ant colony, divided into hundreds of banners holding high the family crest of their respective nobles, led by dozens of knights and nobles, lined up in a neat formation, fully armed, and solemnly greeted the arrival of the future monarch of this kingdom.

The morning sun rose little by little, and finally ・・・・・・

"Da!" "Da!" "Da!"

A dense sound of horses' hooves sounded at the end of the Greenland Highway built in the days of King Uther in front of the main city of Camelot.

A group of galloping knights are approaching quickly.

In the middle of the group of knights, the banner of the head of the red dragon of the crimson Pendragon fluttering in the wind stood tall.

"Hiss donkey!"

The knight in the lead, with blonde hair as bright as the sun, shone in the morning sun.

Artoria pulled her bolt tightly, the handsome creature raising its front hooves high, the blue velvet cloak churning behind her.

Seeing her lord stop, the knights behind her also stopped advancing.

Passing the dense crowd of King's soldiers in front of her, Artoria stared at the sprawling city of her childhood, a subtle flash of remembrance in her eyes.

After 15 years of serenity and Marvel World Tranquility and Marvel World, the Mandate Monarch of the Kingdom of Camelot and the sixth heir of the Pendragon Dynasty have finally returned to their own territory again!

"Pandaragon, my king!

A sword full of holiness!

Hold on to the sharp spear!

Drive a chariot of fire!

Pandaragon, my king!

The fight against the abyss never ends!

Lead us on the charge!

Won't let the sword in your hand stop fighting

Pandaragon, my king!

Until we put the holy city of peace city

Built on the green and pleasant land of England.

・・・・・”

In the midst of intense English drums and melodious Scottish bagpipes.

The solemn and majestic Carmelo royal anthem - "Lead us, my king!" It sounded loudly in front of the city gates.

A strong breath of fate that can only be found in the epochal epics sung by the bards.

In the middle of the sound, Artoria's eyes froze, and she instantly pulled out the crimson red dragon sword on her waist and pointed straight ahead!

The brilliant silver glow fighting spirit, like a torch that has been lit, burst out of her body violently and fiercely!

In her eyes, jasper-colored pupils quietly appeared.

After igniting her own red dragon bloodline, an aura that was even larger and more majestic than the peak of the upper great knight centered on her and quickly spread to the outside world!

Brush! Brush! Brush!

At this moment, in addition to Edward and the old butler Blake, who were following her closely, whether it was the members of the King's Knights behind her, or the countless warriors and nobles who led the city of Camelot in front of them, they all turned over and dismounted, knelt down on one knee, and greeted their lord and the next Mandate Monarch of the British Isles!

Artoria Pendragon!

・・・・・・

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Located on the border between Ireland and England, it is a vast plain.

At the beginning of the Second Magical Age, in the First Scourge War in the British Isles, the first monarch of the Camelot dynasty broke through the demon army that the Abyss Lord Acremond intended to conquer the world on this plain and saved the whole of Ireland!

As a result, he obtained the collective allegiance of the Irish aristocratic group led by the former Irish tribal chieftain and the first Irish Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Camelot, "Maurice Daniel".

However, the Irish, who had a national concept and an independent culture in the past, remained at odds with the Celtic culture that dominated the entire Kingdom of Carmellot for more than 2,000 years.

Despite the cataclysmic wars that threaten the entire world every 500 years, the upper nobility of Ireland has always been able to form a true unity with the kingdom.

However, among the lower-class civilians, there has always been friction because of the differences between cultural customs and some unclear and inexplicable reasons.

"Your Majesty, this is an urgent letter from General Childe on the border of England."

An Irish scout knight opened the curtain of the high, war-torn magic tent and walked in.

Bright magic lamps illuminated everything in the tent, and hundreds of nobles in full armor and dressed in various noble heraldic knight armors were discussing something around the tall man in the center.

The scout knight first clenched his fist with one arm, placed it on his chest and leaned over to make a knightly salute, then handed the letter in his hand to a slender-faced, diminutive waiter standing next to the tall man in the center of the tent.

In the last Demon Calamity War, the first king of the Kingdom of Wales, who single-handedly slaughtered nearly 10,000 superior scythe demons and won the bloody title of "the man bathed in the blood of demons", Dai Fei de Latis, waved his hand and signaled the silence around.

Suddenly, the nobles loyal to him in Wales and Ireland stopped communicating, and the whole tent was silent.

"Everyone, let me know what message my general has sent!"

With a calm face, he took the parchment letter covered with scarlet magic seals from the waiter's hand, raised his fingertips, and the thick silver aura stained with strands of gold thread cut a mysterious arc on the surface of the envelope.

The envelope flashed with crimson sparks of magic, and a fine crack slowly opened at the place where it was sealed.

"Your Majesty's army has just gathered! What do they want to do? ”

"What are you afraid of! Do they still want to compete with us for the strength of the lower legions? ”

"Those cowards in England are not ready to surrender to us!"

・・・・・

The surrounding noble knights whispered.

In their tone, there is a hint of arrogance and disdain for England.

Only Count Calillon, who was once the butler of the Latisse family during the days of the Grand Duke, who stood behind Dyfield Latis, noticed that his lord's brow furrowed slightly.

As soon as you go back, you can't wait to invite me to a showdown?

Defield Latis's right hand subconsciously rubbed the lines on the scabbard of the long sword at his waist, thinking about the contents of this magic letter engraved with the coats of arms of the royal family of Pendragon and the four marquis nobles of the main island of England.

In the middle of the ring, after the death of King Yusher, the most powerful tyrant in the British Isles finally made up his mind.

"Calillon, inform the Archduke of Ireland and bring the knights of 3 companies (3,000 men)!"

The powerful knight with a grim face commanded in a loud voice.

"Let me go!"

He strode out of the tent, ignoring the astonished nobles around him・・・・・・

(To be continued.) )