In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

This is undoubtedly because the legions of the Kingdom of Camelot have still conquered the continent of Europe!

...

He charged toward that irresistible fate.

He performed an unparalleled magic trick.

He will also forge that miracle called 'eternity'.

"The Song of Eternity: Subotai"

Chapter 226 The Magician and the Knight, Solomon, Responding to the World's Call

"Father, are you going out to farm again?"

"Yes, the village fairies just cast a spell on the land yesterday to make it fertile, so we need to hurry up and plant the seeds!"

“That’s wonderful—Grandma is right, the village fairies are all very kind adults.”

"But there are also bad fairies. I heard that two children have gone missing in the next village. They were supposedly abducted by fairies in the dark of night. The knights who stayed behind in the country are investigating this matter... In short, you should be careful even if you stay at home."

"Don't worry, Father!"

The slanting shadows of the morning sun shone over the seemingly peaceful village nestled among the farmland. Between the wooden houses, a farmer dressed in coarse linen clothes carried a hoe and said goodbye to his family. The seemingly ordinary scene was filled with words that were anything but normal.

Although the existence of fairies on the land of Britain has not been completely eradicated, their numbers have been decreasing rapidly since Vortigern's death and the accelerated changes in the island's environment—they used to be occasionally encountered by chance in the dead of night or in deserted places, but now they are almost impossible to find.

Not to mention, as it is now, fairies and humans are almost mixed together.

The silver-haired nightmare magician paused in the field, gazing at the scene before him. He saw the villagers working the land, the various fairies of different sizes and shapes wandering among the fields and trees, and the land that was once so barren that no crops could grow, now sprouting new life under the influence of the fairies' magic—a scene that had not existed yesterday, and had not been seen at all before 'Subatai Equinus' re-integrated the captured timeline into the world.

The barrenness of the land was the norm before that.

It is normal for farmers to rely on relief grains for survival.

Otherwise, the king wouldn't have gone on a distant expedition just to avoid running out of resources.

Such a scene of coexistence with fairies is something that even the Age of Gods would rarely witness.

Right now, people seem to have gotten used to it, as if they think it should be this way and has always been this way.

After the timeline merges back into the world's original position.

The impact of those two years or two days was like a stone placed upstream in a river, with the debris washed out from its surface constantly affecting the downstream.

Silent and unseen, yet undeniably real.

"Using the energy of an entire continent to nourish the 'seeds' buried deep within those two years more than a decade ago—"

"This was truly a spectacular scene."

Merlin, emerging from the 'Fairy Realm', couldn't help but sigh...

Even the Nightmare Magician, who prefers to observe from the sidelines, couldn't help but get involved at one point.

This is a 'layout' of this scale.

This level of design.

It was extremely rare to see this throughout his long career.

Merlin stepped forward slowly.

They also bumped into a fairy who came towards them.

The illusory nightmare felt like stepping into reality.

...

“‘Wang’...it’s time for a meeting.”

The 'operational discussion meeting' before the battle.

Inside the tent, illuminated by the campfire, Artoria Pendragon, with her golden hair tied up, wearing a blue battle dress covered by silver armor and a heavy dark blue cloak, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the silver-haired knight, Bedivere, who was bowing and reporting before the tent.

"Is everyone here?" Lia asked.

"Yes."

Bedivere bowed his head: "The twelve Knights of the Round Table."

"Seven Hunnic tribal leaders who came to serve the Hunnic government."

"as well as..."

"The six fairy 'Grand Dukes' are already waiting in the front tent."

"The Fairy's 'Grand Duke'?"

Upon hearing those last words, Artoria couldn't help but pause in surprise. The fourteen Knights of the Round Table were naturally present, and there were three hundred people surrounding the king's enormous round table. Among them, only fourteen were in charge—excluding the sage Merlin, the 'Grand Duke' Subatai who was in charge of the country, and Mordred, who was nominally assisting Subatai but was actually the 'Regent'. Only twelve people accompanied the army on the expedition.

The seven Hunnic tribes were those who voluntarily surrendered during their conquests—they came for the title of 'Hunnic Emperor'.

But what's with that 'Fairy Grand Duke'...?

Artoria had no recollection of having a 'fairy' in her party...

"wrong."

"What... is this memory?"

Artoria sat upright, her brows furrowed.

In my mind, two streams of memories exist, intertwined yet seemingly distinct.

One is normal—the memory of training since childhood, receiving instruction from Merlin and Subatai in dreams, and finally becoming king after the death of the former king, slaying Vortigern, and waging war everywhere.

One is...

The death of King Uther is taken as the turning point.

Morgan le Fay and Subatai joined forces to kill Vortigern and ruled Camelot as 'Queen' for two years before abdicating in his favor. After that, Subatai summoned fairies, and then came different memories of killing the resurrected Vortigern again.

It was as if two timelines merged in that instant.

If it weren't for Artoria's naturally perceptive nature...

It's also difficult to pinpoint the strangeness within it...

wrong.

This is completely wrong!

"Teacher—Su Qing, she must be doing something!"

Artoria stood up abruptly: "Lord Bedivere, the war council is adjourned."

"The army shall immediately turn back and return to Britain and Camelot!"

Bedwell was taken aback.

Seeing that the king's gaze was definitely deep, he still nodded.

"Yes, my king!"

...

Boom!

at the same time.

The deepest part of the Fairy Realm—a place even Merlin, a half-nightmare, could not easily reach, is the legendary Celtic paradise known as 'Avalon'.

The place where the original forms of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance are preserved.

Morgan le Fay, with his silver hair, observed the changes in the external environment.

Two unmistakably fairies—Bavan Hi and Bagst—stood beside the princess, or rather, the queen.

"No matter how you look at it, Father is really generous!"

Bawanshi remarked with a sigh, "To think they can manipulate the entire world like this..."

"Challenging the desperate situation of fate—my lord, you are indeed the noblest knight!" Although he was a fairy, Bagst was clearly deeply influenced by the spirit of chivalry.

"The only pity is that it's too tiring!" the red-haired fairy said.

They naturally contributed a great deal of effort during this process.

Whether it's opening the 'mouth' of the Fairy Realm to allow the timeline to be stored.

Or reopen it and release it.

Besides.

And there's more—

"Su, devise a plan to get Artoria to leave Britain with the Holy Lance."

Only when the Holy Lance left Britain did the convergence of timelines become so easy.

Only Artoria can take away the true form of the 'Holy Lance'!

"You are ultimately more than just a knight."

"Moreover, he is a magician who creates miracles."

Morgan gave a soft hum.

Amidst the renewed 'argument' between Bavanshi and Bagst, the silver-haired figure abruptly disappeared.

As the closest couple.

Morgan was involved in this project from beginning to end.

She couldn't possibly be a bystander the whole time.

She will also act at the most opportune time.

A young girl named Morgan le Fay is never satisfied with the 'future' Camelot has seen that has crumbled!

...

"This is truly a huge problem..."

The inhibitory force's attention is distracted.

The power to summon the guardians has been diluted.

The seven 'Servants'—the 'Spirit Origins' that descended here—are also the material foundation of their souls, which is what allowed them to manifest, and this foundation is weakening.

But the changes in the world have only intensified.

The instinct from 'Alaya' to correct human reason and history is becoming increasingly powerful.

in between.

Inside the palace of Camelot, the figures of the seven guardians began to fade into the distance.

The leader, 'Emiya,' scratched his head: 'It seems our appearance has come to an end.'

The force of inhibition is directed here, and has no intention of maintaining their continued existence.

"A savior-like figure who shook the world and changed an era!" Amakusa Tokisada Shiro exclaimed with admiration. The white-haired 'boy' stared intently at the tall young man in the head seat. After realizing the great achievements he had made, he could not suppress his inner reverence.

He was once considered a 'wise man' in the Far East.

Yet he was a sage who failed.

He once resolutely raised the banner of resistance against the times for the sake of the farmers who suffered so much.

But in the end, they failed.

The person before me does something similar to him—but it is far more profound.

He was not immune to this either.

He couldn't help but say, "I will see in the future just how far you are capable!"

"Although we didn't get to engage in a hound-like chase, it's not bad to have witnessed this scene!" Cú Chulainn said.

"That's just fate!" said Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

In every word and phrase.

The seven shadows then disappeared.