Chapter 457: Difference Summon Round Table

Like a fairy's innocence...

Like a valkyrie's splendor...

And—

Like a witch's cruelty...

This is King Arthur's sworn brother, Round Table Knight Third Seat Kay's evaluation of a certain wicked woman in Pan-Human History.

And coming from such a person, the evaluation is relatively more objective and fair.

Putting it this way, asking the other Round Table Knights would likely gain most people's agreement.

—"She was clearly a good woman before, why did she become so terrifying?"

—"It really feels like three women exist simultaneously in one woman's body."

Basically, that's how it is.

However, such a situation occurring is indeed quite normal, especially after seriously understanding the relevant deeds, one would feel even more so.

—King Arthur's sister...

—Fairy Consort Morgan...

—Lady of the Lake...

As a supernatural existence, having three personalities is not impossible.

And only this way can it explain why in different stories, the same person displays completely different personality traits.

As King Arthur's sister, hating her younger sister who has inheritance rights...

As the witch Morgan, painstakingly scheming to destroy the Round Table...

But in this process, after Artoria's Sword in the Stone broke, she gave the Holy Sword as the Lady of the Lake...

In short, it just highlights a repetitive contradiction and entanglement.

And in the Pan-Human History world line, it is said that after the Battle of Camlann, Morgan delivered the magecraft attire "Erosion" to the villagers near Brakmoa's grave.

And ordered them to resurrect King Arthur.

At the same time, she arranged various items used to resurrect King Arthur inside and outside the village.

From such behavior, perhaps Morgan also regrets destroying the Round Table and dooming her younger sister.

—This is probably a very complex emotion, not something that can be explained in a few words.

And although what is said here all happened in Pan-Human History...

But it does not mean that similar situations do not exist in the Lostbelt world line.

Although it is not the same existence, and their experiences are not the same either.

So it created a completely different Morgan le Fay.

But strictly speaking, the Lostbelt Lord of the Fairy Kingdom also has three different aspects of Spirit Origin Stage.

……………………

"Mother..."

Straining her small face and squeezing out a smile with effort, Bawan Xi hid beside the Throne, cautiously poking her head out.

Like a child who made a mistake, wanting to hide behind her mother.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose, I thought..."

She sized up the silver-haired aloof Queen's expression, and secretly glanced at the golden-haired girl opposite, feeling very embarrassed and troubled.

Too reckless.

Too annoying.

But at this time, she could only force herself, rather embarrassedly explaining—

"I just thought you were Artoria, so I said that."

That's right, it's all a misunderstanding!

I just didn't notice this point, and didn't react in time.

"..."

"..."

Meng opposite hasn't said anything yet.

Instead, Artoria, who just walked up the stairs at the entrance of the Throne Room, suddenly looked somewhat displeased.

What does "thought you were Artoria" and "so I said that" mean?

—Indeed.

—Troublesome brats are the most troublesome, and someone else's brats are even more troublesome.

At this moment, Artoria inexplicably felt somewhat nostalgic for Mordred.

Hmm, no no no, what am I thinking?

This kind of thought is too dangerous, they are all problem children after all.

Cannot just because seeing this one is annoying, feel that the other one seems okay, this is just an illusion produced by contrast, this kind of thought is a trap.

Artoria's heart rang alarm bells, quickly realizing the danger of this train of thought.

She hurriedly shook her head hard, trying to drive these dangerous thoughts out of her mind.

"Alright alright, let's leave it at that, just pay more attention next time..."

Silver hair fell like a waterfall, the stern Winter Queen leaned on the Throne and sighed, she extended her slender fingers, gently rubbing her forehead.

This farce was too abrupt.

She hadn't even noticed that over there Bawan Xi had already argued several sentences with another herself.

"Is that all?"

At this point, Meng wasn't that angry anymore.

After all, it wasn't really a big problem in the end, just a small accident.

Still, she frowned slightly, seemingly disagreeing with the other self's words, finding them too insubstantial.

"... I'll pay attention."

Queen Morgan fell silent for a moment, nodded, and didn't offer any excuse.

"..."

"..."

What does this mean?

Could it be that Mother at different stages holds different attitudes and views on how to educate herself?

Bawan Xi blinked doubtfully, seeming a bit puzzled, but fortunately this matter was considered over.

She let out a slight breath of relief, then subconsciously observed Mother on the opposite side.

Golden hair and silver hair.

Naturally the biggest difference.

The former like golden sunlight, both warm and dazzling; the latter like cold frost, sharp and full of majesty.

This isn't a simple change of hair color, a difference in impression brought by warm and cool tones, but temperament and conduct seem to have fairly obvious differences.

——Truly different facets of Mother?

Bawan Xi found it wondrous; she looked at the golden-haired girl, then looked back at the silver-haired queen.

Besides the different hair color, the two's appearances and figures were indeed exactly the same, just like Artoria standing in the distance.

It could be said these three figures were almost indistinguishable, identical down to the last detail like mirror images.

If they stood together——

One might wonder if they were different models of the same character...

At most just swapped some external skin character illustrations.

What truly distinguishes them is each one's aura, and every word and deed.

Not to mention Regent Princess Artoria...

Seated on the throne, the silver-haired aloof Winter Queen gives the feeling of a winter storm made manifest.

While the golden-haired girl opposite is a secluded young lady, thirsty for knowledge, optimistic and proactive.

This feeling has no particular origin——

If forced to say, it's that Bawan Xi faintly senses a scholarly aura on the other.

Like a scholar, yet also like a witch currently pursuing her studies.

In fact, her intuition was very accurate.

If Winter Queen Morgan is the ruler form who chose the path of terror domination over the masses, established absolute monarchy in Lostbelt Britain, a divine realm genius magician who oppressed and tortured fairies.

Then Savior Meng is the dream she had in childhood.

A fairy who self-taught and created many magecrafts, a princess who galloped across wilderness deeply loving adventure.

Also the initial image of the Savior who would eventually encounter, abandon, and betray many fates.

——"Savior" is the dream's beginning, gentle and warm...

——"Winter Queen" is the dream's end, cold and resolute...

Incidentally, "Rain Witch" is the intermediate stage between the two.

Just that obviously, Vivian isn't here right now, otherwise it'd probably be even more lively.

Of course.

If all three were really present, Bawan Xi wouldn't have been so rash as to misunderstand and directly confront Mother passionately.

It's precisely because only two figures were present on the spot that she subconsciously felt one must be Mother, the other definitely Regent Princess.

Mhm, no problem, half-sisters after all.

Looking exactly alike is perfectly normal.

"Alright then..."

Savior Meng sighed softly, her gaze at Bawan Xi seeming a bit depressed, with a thread of worry.

But the girl didn't say much, instead turning her eyes toward Artoria's direction and speaking again: "Then I'll go over first... you still have things to handle, right?"

"——Calm down a bit, don't start fighting again."

She also knows very well the awkward relationship between "herself" and Artoria.

So she earnestly admonishes, not quite at ease, as if afraid the moment she leaves they'll start fighting.

"..."

"..."

Morgan didn't speak, but her expression looked somewhat strange.

——This feeling of being admonished by "herself"...

——Is really too strange...

Especially in terms of sequence, she's clearly the grown form, while Meng is her own earlier growth stage.

It's very much like her adult self riding a time machine back to the past, being earnestly lectured by her childhood self.

But before Morgan could say anything.

Meng turned and walked toward the entrance.

Passing by Artoria's side, she even said something in a low voice to the latter.

And so——

Morgan naturally saw that on Artoria's face, an equally strange expression had appeared.

Hao Le, one could roughly imagine what Meng had said.

She gently took a breath, somewhat helplessly continuing to rub her forehead with slender jade fingers.

Feeling that adapting to this state...

Seems like it will still take a little bit of time...

"..."

"..."

Over there, Artoria also adjusted her emotions, but still walked over with a somewhat subtle expression.

She looked at Morgan on the throne, pouting her lips, and also ignored Bawan Xi who was secretly making faces at her and sending provocative glances from beside the throne.

Instead, she simply reached out a hand, and from the space rippling with golden ripples, took out a box.

"The things have been brought over..."

The kingly girl spoke calmly: "The Summoning Catalyst is right here."

"However, what I don't understand is, if you simply want to expand the Fairy Knight quota, directly bestowing a name would be quite simple, right?"

"Why go to the trouble of a Meaningless Task? A Catalyst or whatever is fundamentally Unnecessary, right?"

As if to scrutinize Morgan, Artoria's gaze was sharp, staring tightly at the bad woman on the throne.

"Or is it that you intend... to directly Summon my Round Table Knights?"

"..."

"..."

A moment of Silence.

The silver-haired Miss Morgan then spoke calmly: "Indeed, however... it is not I who will Summon, but you who must Summon."

(Chapter End)