My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 43: Final Battle

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[In the face of the fear called Vortigern, all of Britain found itself plunged into an unprecedented crisis.]

[Ridanda City, Rioros, Borg… countless cities fell, reduced to ashes, yet you remained indifferent. After all, those cities had been obstinate for many years, never once expressing loyalty to you.]

[If one had to describe it succinctly, the kings of those cities were nothing more than incompetent monarchs. And you, not being particularly magnanimous, saw no reason to protect cities that did not belong to you.]

[This indifference only emboldened Oberon and Beryl, who grew increasingly confident. They even began openly discussing how they would handle the city of Glory once it fell.]

[Within the palace known as Glory, Mellie watched you, her fists clenched in frustration. "Rhine, Vortigern and his allies are becoming far too arrogant. I can't stand it!"]

[Displeased by the actions of the North, Mellie could not bear to see the humble king continue his unchecked arrogance. She desperately wanted you to display the might of Glory and put those upstarts in their place.]

["Mellie, you just want to play and have fun, don't you?"]

[Your calm, measured response pierced through her fervor. Mellie's true nature was clear to you. Although Nightmare had become your companion and lover, her playful and mischievous disposition had not changed. She still sought excitement and entertainment wherever she could.]

[Hearing your words, Mellie shrank back slightly, her expression betraying that she'd been caught. "You can't say that, Rhine. I'm only thinking about the reputation of our family. And it's not just me—Morgan and the others must feel the same way, right?"]

[Unbothered by your directness, Mellie quickly sought reinforcements. She pulled Morgan and Vivian into her scheme, clinging to their arms as if forging a "strategic alliance."]

[Morgan: "No, Mellie. Since Rhine hasn't taken action, it must mean he has his reasons."]

[Vivian: "I trust the master's judgment."]

[Realizing her two closest allies refused to side with her, Mellie concocted a new plan. If her best friends wouldn't help her, then perhaps her apprentice would.]

["Artoria, tell me! Has your teacher done something wrong?"]

[In her quest for entertainment, Mellie displayed no moral qualms, even attempting to drag her student into her scheme.]

[Artoria, caught off guard, stammered, "Ah? I think the teacher must have his reasons. I trust him completely."]

[Her trust in you was unwavering, leaving her no interest in joining Mellie's cause.]

["Hmm…" Finally, a trace of embarrassment crossed Mellie's face. Running out of options, she turned her gaze to the last person present—the princess, Guinevere.]

["Excuse me, Master Mellie," Guinevere said softly, her tone steady but polite. "In the king's eyes, the humble king's actions are merely clearing away those who refuse to surrender to Glory."]

["Glory is currently enjoying peace and prosperity. Its people live and work in harmony, and the king wishes to avoid unnecessary conflict. The cities that remain independent likely resist surrendering because they sense this peace."]

["Now, while the humble king may aim to eliminate all opposition before confronting Glory, his actions inadvertently strengthen Glory's position. When the king defeats the humble king, Britain will naturally achieve true unification."]

[To everyone's surprise, Guinevere was far more than just a delicate princess. Her sharp political insight and keen understanding of military affairs made her an invaluable advisor, often capable of providing sound strategies within moments.]

[Looking at Guinevere, Mellie's expression made it seem as though the sky had fallen.]

["So... you all understand what Rhine is thinking, and yet I'm the only one left in the dark?"]

[Finally realizing why no one else had spoken and why she alone was behaving like a clown, Mellie turned her frustrated gaze to the guilty-looking Artoria.]

["That… I'm sorry, Teacher Mellie," Artoria mumbled nervously. "It's just that Sister Morgan and Sister Vivian told me not to say anything!"]

[Having already reached a private agreement with Morgan and Vivian to attend the girls' gathering later that evening, Artoria couldn't help but feel a little torn.]

[Seeing Mellie's rare moment of defeat, both Morgan and Vivian exchanged meaningful smiles, clearly amused by the turn of events.]

[Time passed swiftly, and before long, the day of the great battle had arrived. The humble king, Vortigern, alongside Oberon and Beryl, led their armies to the hill of Camlan, where the forces of Glory awaited them.]

[And so, the final battle for Britain began, the sound of horns marking the start of its conclusion.]

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"King Glory, this is likely the first time we've met, isn't it?"

At the forefront of an innumerable army, the White Dragon King, Vortigern, stood glaring at Elric.

If the air could hold tangible heat, the temperature at this moment would surely be unbearable for ordinary men.

Beside Vortigern, Oberon and Beryl both wore solemn expressions. Though they had once dismissed Elric as insignificant, their impressions changed drastically upon facing him in person.

What young man? What lucky human? What in the world were they looking at now?

Oberon felt his mind flood with frantic warnings. The being standing before him seemed far more enigmatic, even more threatening, than he had imagined. Meanwhile, Beryl's unease took a darker turn.

[Is this guy the same kind as the Alien God?]

For the first time since encountering the Alien God, Beryl felt an identical sense of crisis emanating from Elric. Suspicion clawed at him, making him question if this man before him was truly human.

On the side of Glory, however, the perception of Elric was markedly different. Though all knew the King of Glory was a formidable figure, few among his people had ever witnessed him fight firsthand.

In fact, in Elric's nearly thirty years of rule, most of his battles had been led by others. Soldiers who once fought alongside him had since risen to high command, and the current marshal, Gazef, was renowned as a one-man army in his own right.

In the eyes of many, the King of Glory was less a warrior and more a spiritual leader. Yet, among those who had seen him in action, a sense of exhilaration hung heavy in the air.

"Gazef, why do you look like that?"

Having fought alongside Gazef for decades, Archduke Brian had come to know him well. Seeing the seasoned marshal trembling, Brian's curiosity was piqued.

Gulp... Gulp... The sound of Gazef swallowing hard broke the silence.

Glancing at Brian's calm demeanor, Gazef spoke in a serious tone. "You'll understand soon enough."

"The King's battles… they're not like anything you've ever witnessed before. Trust me, you'll see what I mean in a moment."

Boom!

Before Brian could respond, a fierce and overwhelming aura erupted across the battlefield.

It was Elric who had made the first move.

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