Artoria Pendragon stood there.

Atop a mountain of corpses of both companions and foes alike.

Her suit of armour was covered in dust and blood of battle, her sword right next to her.

And the corpse of her bastard offspring, the monument to her sins.

Was this going to be her legacy?

Was this going to be the thing she will be remembered for?

A failed king that failed her kingdom.

Was anyone going to remember her efforts to bring Britannia under a banner, to bring back the western half of Rome?

" What would it matter now ? What is done is done. " Artoria thought to herself seemingly tired.

"Congratulations Morgan, you won, now... I think I'm going to sleep." Artoria muttered to herself in resignation, as she felt her eyes close.

After all, Britain didn't need a failed saviour like her.

Maybe Kay was right, maybe she should have listened to him and acted more as a human ruler rather than some saintly saviour.

None of that mattered anymore, and as far as she cared she had earned her rest.

" Push... " Came a distant voice, which seemed to grab Artoria's attention.

"What?" She muttered wondering would could it be.

" Push your majesty... " The voice said.

" Are they calling to me ?" Artoria thought to herself, as she got up on her feet, a light appeared, thinking that this might be a second chance she ran and ran not looking a single step back, and with a cry she latched onto the light.

Victoria
Londinium
May
1054

"Congratulations your majesty, it's a girl." A man dressed in a white tunic and a piece of cloth covering his head and face.

Artoria didn't know what was going on and the whole situation was confusing her, she felt something coming from her head and back.

And she was crying loudly.

But right now those didn't matter as she was wondering who was that man and the pregnant woman, then that means that the man must be the physician, as he wrapped her in a towel.

"Can I have a look?" The woman asked the Physician, who nodded and handed Artoria to the woman and this allowed Artoria to have a better look at the woman that was her new mother in this life.

woman with wheat blonde hair that looked like a mane, and amber eyes, dressed in a strange light green gown.

Though what caught her attention were the ears that were on her head, which looked like those of a lion.

Then the door knocked.

And the physician walked to the door showing a man in his 30s with black hair, and similar lion appendages to the woman that gave birth to her.

"How did it go, doctor?" The man asked him.

"The operation is successful your majesty, your wife is in good health, and the crown prince has a healthy sister." The Doctor said as he made way for the king to enter.

"How are you feeling Guen?" The man asked his wife, as he placed her hand on her shoulder.

"I'm doing alright Frederick, just look at our daughter, isn't she the most adorable thing?" She said as she let her husband look at their daughter and turned her attention to Artoria.

"I'm sure Richard will love his new sister." Frederick said with a smile on his face.

"So... do you have any names in mind for them?" The doctor asked the couple.

"Well... I'm thinking Igraine." The Queen said.

"I agree." Frederick responded in approval.

The name that her new mother had chosen for her made Artoria surprised, as that was her old life's mother's name.

Not that she knew much about her old life's mother, she only recalled that she was raised by Sir Ector.

"I will write that down in the certificate ma'am, and I will have the staff send you to your room to rest your majesty." The Doctor responded.

"Thank you." The Queen said.

"I will have the servants prepare a meal for you later if that is alright." Frederick said, and the doctor chimed in.

"That is alright, your majesty, though I suggest that her majesty eat milk, cheese, yoghurt, meat, fish and beans." The doctor told them.

"Will do Doctor." Robert said.

3 months later

Artoria or as her mother had named her Igraine, was dressed in a frilly dress consisting of red and blue fabrics.

And Artoria had to admit, that compared to her previous life things were... more advanced to say the least, or better yet, a whole nother world.

Since she saw a lot of... people with animal appendages, chiefly those with ears resembling a cat along with the tail, and folks with dog and wolf ears.

It was a strange world indeed.

That aside, right now Artoria was for lack of better words, being spoiled by their mother who was humming them a tune as they sat on a chair in the palace garden.

"Want to hear a story Igraine?" Their mother asked as she looked at her daughter, and they simply looked at her.

"Once upon a time, when the Aslans left Sargon in search of new homes and the Dragon kings viewed the Aslan as a threat to their domain and were unwilling to share the Authority of rule over Victoria, especially the Dracos of House Dublinn of Tara, The Dracos of House Artorius were first to fall, despite the fire arts that seemed to burn everything around, they lost the popular support, And the Dracos of house Dublinn fought to the bitter end, but eventually the War came to a close when the Aslans and the Dracos came to an agreement to share their authorities." The Mother narrated the tale, and Artoria couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by what her mother was telling them.

Did these Dragon kings have appendages that appeared like those of dragons, or did they have some sort of a dragon core in their soul in the same way she did in her previous life?

Or maybe it was a case similar to her uncle after he drank Albion's blood.

And what were these "Arts" she said?

Were Arts a different name for magic?

Were the fae in on this?

Because, Viviane aside, nothing good comes from making deals with them.

"Then after years of fighting. Both sides were at a stalemate, and the Dragon kings came to see the lions as their equals, and from that moment the Dragons and the Lions shared the power to rule Victoria." Their mother finished the tale, and she saw Artoria seemed to be thinking deeply of what her mother had just told her.

"Don't look like that Igraine, it's just a story." Her mother said in a calming tone as she pecked her chubby cheek, which got her frowning.

"Come I'm sure Richard wants to spend some time with his sister." Her mother said as she got up, and took them to the bedroom.

7 months later

Artoria was dressed in a light blue dress skirt with white socks and shoes.

And what they were currently doing, was what all toddlers learned nearly a year after they were born.

Learning how to walk.

People may consider walking easy in the same way Knights might consider swinging their blades at the enemy their second nature.

But right now?

In the castle's hallway, Her father was standing above her and holding her by the arms while they walked in the waiting embrace of her brother and mother, while some servants were at the sidelines.

"Alright Igraine, now you walk to your mother and brother on your own." Her father said in an encouraging tone as he let go of her arms.

Artoria stood there feeling a bit shaken as her heart began to race and nervousness gripped her.

" Come on Artoria, this shouldn't be a problem, you have faced armies and greater enemies, learning how to walk should be nothing to you. " She thought to herself and she wanted to get used to walking on her 1st attempt.

But as she started to move, on her second step she fell on her face and wanted to cry from the pain, but no, being the stubborn person that she was she held her tears.

She could only imagine what Kay would say right now.

" Come on Wort, how is it that you know how to swing a sword but not your legs? "

Artoria imagined her foster brother saying.

She will learn to walk on her own two legs or die trying.

So she was helped up by her father while her brother and mother were standing there with their arms and an encouraging smile.

" I am Artoria Pendragon, I have led armies, have slain greater foes than me, and I won't let myself be bested by these toddler's feet. " She thought to herself as she forced herself onto her feet, and began to walk up to her mother while keeping her arms up for balance, thankfully her tail helped.

And this made the people in the hallway surprised as Artoria started walking up to her older brother and soon enough he was hugging her tightly.

And Artoria simply rubbed her head against his chest, though she had to admit it felt strange to have a sibling that didn't actively try to kill her or make her life miserable.

"Looks like Igraine already picked her favourite member of the family." Frederick commented as he chuckled

"Okay." Richard simply responded.

"Now, do you and Igraine want to go to the garden?" She asked her kids.

"Yes!" Richard responded with a smile, and the queen and her children made their way to the garden.

As for Artoria herself, she felt that things were looking up for her.

Elsewhere
Later that night
Laterano

Morgan LeFay.

The Black Witch Britannia.

The shadowy foe of King Arthur.

The King's spiteful sister.

Was in a babe's crib.

She didn't know how to make a head or tail of the situation she was in.

One moment she fell asleep after getting news from Agravaine of her sister's fall, then falling asleep, and after she woke up, she found herself in the arms of a woman with platinum blond hair and warm brown eyes.

But what really caught her attention was the halo, and what she could only assume to be wings that seemed more like crystals.

She always thought that Angels had wings like that of birds, but eh...

Why should she care?

But what was really miffing her was the warm and fuzzy feeling, and seeing things in a whole different way that she used to.

Just what was with that?

"I will find the cause sooner or later, and if not then god help me because I might start a war." Morgan thought to herself.

But suddenly regret began to seep into her.

Why?

Why, now?

Why was she feeling this poisonous feeling of regret?

Was it because of what she did in the past?

Was it because of her affair with Artoria and Mordred's inception?

Why now god damnit!

And all these thoughts are expressed in a toddler Morgan bursting into tears and crying so loud she woke up her... parents.

God that was hard to say.

At least Igraine, her mother, she held in dear memory.

But she couldn't say the same for Uther, that damnable bastard, she suspected the man had a hand in her father's death so he could get to her mother and hoped that he burned in hell.

Then her... father, walked up to her crib and picked her up and lightly shook her.

He had dark brown hair and light blue eyes, a pale blue halo on his head and wings, and right now he was wearing striped sleeping clothes, and slippers.

Morgan didn't realise that she was letting out a cry, that was loud enough for her new parents to hear.

"Shh... Margo Daddy's here, nothing bad will happen to you while I'm here." He told her in a soothing tone.

Morgan... kinda missed this.

She missed having a father's warm embrace, telling her soothing words whenever she was sad or hurt.

And she latched onto him tighter as if on instinct.

"Looks like you wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy, do you?" Her new father asked in a playful tone.

"Okay, let's get you to mommy then." He said with a smile as the halo and wings seemed to shine a warm light.

"Is she alright Al?" Her mother asked.

She had pale blond hair and icy blue eyes, that gave a warm shine, and a blue halo rested above her head as well as wings on her back.

"Yeah, she probably had a nightmare Margaret." Al told his wife.

"Let her sleep here tonight, and we'll move the crib here first thing in the morning." Margo said as she made some room for Morgan.

"That's a good idea, we can keep a better eye on her." Al said as he put Morgan between them.

"Nighty night, love." Her father said as he kissed her forehead.

Morgan felt extremely conflicted.

But... if this really was a second chance, then she won't waste it.

18 years later
1072
Lungmen

A 4-year-old Mordred, or as her mother had named her Maeve, she didn't expect her mother to give her an Iouernian name, was laying on her bed, next to her sisters in this new life.

Though what was annoying to her was the fact that her tail seemed to have a mind of its own, though it wasn't long enough for it to be a nuisance.

Then Mordred turned to her left and saw her sister, she had grey hair, a pair of horns and a tail just like hers.

And to her, right was Ch'en, her half-sister, she had blue hair a pair of crooked horns and a slim tail that ended with a red tuft at the end.

And they were using her as their sleeping pillow.

This was something that they have been doing for a decent amount of time, and it was mostly siblings sticking together.

It made her feel warm and fuzzy, and it felt good.

And no, she won't consider, Gawain, Agravain, Gareth or Gaheris as her siblings, because before even joining the knights they were total strangers to her, as the only thing making them anywhere near related was the fact that Morgan was their mother.

But with Tal and Ch'en?

They are her new sisters, and she ain't lettin' no one take them from her, god be damned.

So Mordred snuggled in her sister's embrace.

Thinking that things were looking up for her.

At least she hoped that.

She wanted this sense of blissful happiness to continue, something she never got from either Morgan or Arthur.

But...

Why should they matter now?

This is her life and she wasn't going to let neither Witch nor King take that from her.

" I really am lucky ." Mordred thought to herself liking how things were looking up for her.

Though she could shift her thoughts away from her mother she would admit that she was more of a mother than Morgan ever was, but...

She can't help but feel like something was off with her lately.

The way she looked, she almost seemed too tired, and their stepfather always seemed too busy doing whatever to even care.

She'll go and check on her first thing in the morning.

Victoria

10:30 PM

In her room, Artoria was sharing her bed with a man about two years her senior, and she had come to know the man as Charles Lynch, an up-and-coming Knight whom her brother wanted to appoint among the Steam Knights soon.

He was a tall Feline man, about 180 cm tall, with dusty brown hair, and silver lake-blue eyes.

They met two years ago in the knight's training ground, at the time none of them took her seriously and thought that she had come there to flaunt the fact that she was the King's sister and get a among them.

But she didn't and all she requested was a spar.

And Lynch was the only one that took her up on that challenge.

After that, Artoria couldn't help but feel her stomach flutter whenever she was in the same room as Lynch.

A year after their meeting, the two began their affair, and seeing that neither she nor Lynch was caught in the act by her brother, she suspected that he had something to do with it.

Strangely enough... she couldn't help but feel like making a correlation to Guinevere's affair with Lancelot.

And she figured that Agravain knew of the affair and chose to expose it either out of jealousy or Morgan pulling his strings.

"You think your brother will find out?" Lynch asked Artoria, feeling as if the king is laying his eyes on him.

"What would it matter? I am sure enough that my brother knows of our affair and he isn't going to do anything about it." Artoria told her lover as she snuggled on him.

"So what are you planning Igraine?" Charles asked her, thinking that Igraine was planning something.

"I am planning on leaving Victoria tomorrow and moving to a different country, where, I don't know, but I am considering paying a visit to Yan and Lungmen for a month, and after that, I will travel to Kazimirez." Igraine told Charles, not mincing any words of her plan to run away.

"Igraine, you know well enough that if your brother found out he might get suspicious." But was stopped when she got on top of him, giving him a good look at her figure, and she was as if she was sculpted by the greatest sculptor and animated by the gods and it was as if he was looking at the essence of a warrior queen.

Her arms were firm yet flexible, and excellent to swing a sword with enormous strength behind them, her abs were firm and hard ever since she started her military training 3 years ago, and her perky breasts were seen only by him.

"My brother knows of my plan to run away, I have told him and told me that he won't stop me." Igraine told Charles while her hands roamed from his chest to his well-muscled waist.

"Charles, I am not going to ask you to come with me. All I want of you is to spend one last night together before I leave tomorrow." Igraine told Charles, she didn't want to be in the way, but just for tonight, she wanted to spend it with him.

"Then let's make the most of it." Charles said as he got up and the two kissed each other for what would be the last time.

And for this night of passion, she was his, and his alone.

Next day
Laterano

Morgan, or as she was called in this life Margo, was at a shooting range with a crossbow in hand.

At this moment she was wearing a uniform which consisted of a black Jacket with gold lining, a dark blue skirt, and black boots.

Margo was really liking her situation in life, sure she wasn't the daughter of some king or high-borne noble.

But, that didn't matter, her family were relatively well off, and as for why she was on the shooting range she was in the 4th year of her Legatus course.

She had managed to apply early for her Legatus training, and it wasn't easy as she had hoped, but her old life's expertise in Magecraft did give her some good in that she had a much easier time absorbing the knowledge of gun arts, as the Sanktas of Laterano called them.

And... Margo would admit the destructive potential was quite there.

But what took her attention was the source of it all, ie the crystalline ore called Originium and what a wondrous material it was, however, she had come to learn that the ore, was as much a blessing as it was a curse, as it was a highly virulent material that could quickly turn into an out of hands plague.

Though she wondered if such material existed in her old world there would be an arms race on who could create the most destructive weapon.

"I have to admit Margo in no time not only will you graduate as one of the best Legatii but you are going to get your gun licence in no time. I'm sure your parents would be proud of you" A man in his 30s with white hair and amber eyes said as he walked up to Morgan.

Much like her, he was a Sankta but with a golden Halo and hanging wings, he was wearing a black jacket, black pants and shoes.

"Thank you, sir. Is there anything else, Master Hugo?" Margo responded.

"Right, Since your batch graduation is due in a Week I want to inform you that you and a squad of 4 will be sent to Kazimierz to assist in the refugee situation there with their war with Ursus." Hugo told Margo.

"But sir, wouldn't it be unwise to send a newly graduated Legatus on a mission so early?" Margo asked Hugo, as she would admit that sending a newly graduated Legatus like her won't be the best idea.

"True as that may be, it can serve as a chance for you to get some experience in our line of work, after all, everyone needs a stepping stone to start, won't you agree?" Hugo asked Margo.

"I guess." Morgan responded, and she would agree with Hugo, any stepping stone is something one needs to start from be they a hundred or a thousand.

"Before you leave, can I bring someone else with me?" Margo asked Hugo, who simply nodded.

"Sure, though who do you have in mind?" Hugo asked Morgan.

"Well, I was thinking of bringing Frederico along, the one that just joined the Notarial Hall." Morgan said.

"In that case, I will notify the Notarial Hall then to attach him to you." Hugo said and he started to walk away.

"Man, all this thinking is making me crave a chocolate-strawberry pie." Morgan thought to herself, as she decided to go to her parent's pastry shop and order two full-sized chocolate-strawberry pies.

In Lungmen
10:58

Maeve woke up from her sleep and noticed that her sisters were still asleep.

"Need to get up." Maeve muttered to herself as she tried to slither her way from them, but their hug was tight.

But after a few minutes, Mordred got out of the lock and got out of bed, hoping that she didn't disturb her sister.

Then she made her way to her Mother's bedroom, and there was an eerie silence.

"Ma?" Maeve asked, but she didn't answer so she went to have a better look.

"Ma?" Maeve asked again but she didn't answer, she shook her mother but she didn't respond, though as she looked at the ground Maeve noticed a bottle that contained some pills.

"Ma!" Mordred demanded as she shook her mother, but she didn't respond, she decided to check her pulse, but there was no pulse.

Mordred simply stood there frozen.

After a moment she ran for the phone.

She checked the phone numbers book, and she saw her uncle's number, then proceeded to type it.

" Pick up, pick up, pick up. " Mordred thought to herself hoping that her uncle would pick the phone.

" Yes, Hanyue? " Asked Wei Yenwu as he answered.

"Uncle, ma's dead!" Mordred exclaimed.

" Maeve? What happened?! " Yenwu asked her, in a demanding tone.

"I don't know! I went to check on her but she didn't move, but I found a bottle of tablets on her desk." Mordred responded.

" Stay put I will call the Ambulance, and come you pick you up ." Yenwu said as he kept calm, and closed the phone.

"Maeve, who were you talking to?" A sleepy Talulah asked as she walked into the living room, with Ch'en in tow.

"Tal, Ch'en..." Mordred stopped for a moment trying to make something about what happened to their mother.

"Uncle Wei's coming over..." Mordred responded, and she really wanted to kick herself for it.

"Does Dad know?" Ch'en asked.

"No he doesn't, and I think he left for a meeting earlier." Mordred told Ch'en.

"Oh, ok then."

"Since Uncle Yenwu is coming I'll go wake Mom." Tal said as she walked but was stopped by Mordred.

"Ma, said that she wanted to sleep a while longer." Mordred told her sister, not wanting to see her dead.

"Ok then." Tal said.

"I'll check the fridge then." Ch'en said as she walked into the kitchen.

20 minutes later .

The sisters were sitting on the couch while watching some TV, all the while Mordred was filled with dread not wanting to know how her sisters would react, or the fact that she kept it from them.

Then the sirens were heard, and the door started knocking soon after, which got the sister's attention.

"I will go and grab it." Mordred said as she went to open the door and saw that it was her Uncle with the Ambulance in the back.

And walked in with the Ambulance operators walking past them to the bedroom.

"Maeve is everything alright?" Yenwu asked Mordred as he knelt to her height.

But Mordred didn't say anything as she jumped Yenwu and hugged, and started sobbing.

"Everything will be alright Maeve, let it out. Do Talulah and Ch'en know?" Wei asked her.

"No, I didn't tell them." Mordred responded in a muffled.

"What about your stepfather, where is he?" Yenwu asked Mordred.

"I don't know." Mordred responded.

Wei wanted to kick himself right now, he married his sister to Zhou Hui'chie, in order to protect her and her Children from the political ramifications of her affair with Ed, not get her to commit suicide.

And he wondered where Zhou was, which made him fear that the man must have gotten assassinated.

"I will inform Fumizuki that you will be living with us." Yenwu told her.

"Will Tal and Ch'en hate me for not telling?" Maeve asked him.

"I don't know." Yenwu told Maeve as he comforted his niece, who thought that her sister will have it in for her.

"Maeve why is the ambulance here?" Talulah asked her sister with Ch'en in tow.

"Maeve called me that Hanyue wasn't responding, I feared the worse and called the Ambulance on the way here." Yenwu told her.

"You think she's alright?" Ch'en asked her uncle.

But before he could answer the Lupo medic walked into the room.

"Sir... I have to inform you that your sister's... dead we found a half-empty bottle of aspirin on her counter, we did a quick check-up and we found that she overdosed herself, my sincerest condolences" The Medic told them, while Mordred buried her face deeper into Yenwu's shoulder wanting to hide from it all.

"What?" Ch'en asked.

"You're lying!" Talulah shouted thinking that the medic was laying.

"Tal... he isn't lying." Mordred suddenly spoke up looking at her sister with an ashamed look, not daring to look either of her sisters in the face.

"What?" Tal asked her sister, but came to realise why she told her and Ch'en not to disturb their mother earlier.

"You knew?" Talulah asked, but Mordred didn't answer still looking at the floor.

"Talulah, Ch'en pack your things, you will be living with me from now on." Yenwu told them, and they did as they were told with Maeve following after, while the medic and his coworker here holding their mother's body in a body bag, as Wei moved in the way so that the girls didn't do anything funny.

"I can't imagine how those kids must feel, sir." The medic told Ynewu, who simply sighed and looked at the doctor.

"This is my mess to worry about, you go about your business, and I also want to hire your hospital Mortuary services, I want it all ready in two weeks." Yenwu told the men.

"Understood sir, I will inform Chief Wang, once we arrive." The Medic told Yenwu as they put the body into the ambulance and drove off.

With the sisters

As Tal, Maeve and Ch'en were packing up, the latter turned to look at Mordred who didn't dare to look at either of them and she expected the worse.

But instead of getting screamed Ch'en went up and hugged her.

"We won't blame you Maeve, you did what you thought best." Ch'en told Mordred who remained silent, if not stunned as she'd been expecting them to yell at her or at least demand why she didn't tell them.

Though Tal seemed to be silent on the matter, and Meave suspected that it had to do with the fact she kept their mother's death from them.

"... Let's pack up, Uncle's waiting." Talulah told her sisters as she finished packing up and walked to the living room where Wei was waiting.

Though Ch'en didn't know why she said it in a strange manner but she didn't think much about it.

But Meave, wanted to fix this before it began to reflect her sires' destructive relationship with each other.

" Maybe after we get to Wei's estate ." Meave thought to herself

She wanted to make this new life count and thought of a way to fix it before it fractured to resemble her "father's" and ever spiteful Mother's relationship.

Thankfully unbeknownst to her, her aunt-in-law would help her fix that.

The following day

10:30 PM

Igraine was wearing a white shirt, under a blue jacket, with black pants and knee-high hiking boots, while her hair was tied in a ponytail and a rucksack on her back.

She could see the telltale signs that the Merchants and some nobles weren't happy with her Brother's heavy taxation levied on them.

Igraine wholeheartedly supported her brother on that matter, as the expansions over the years have made it quite hard to keep up with the government spending to maintain the army and control the conquered lands.

But those bloated Condorwing won't stop until Victoria is nothing but a rotting carcass, and if anyone tries to control them they will turn on him or her like ravenous animals.

Not too dissimilar to her own dealings with the nobility.

"Auntie?" Came the voice of a young girl, and turned around to see that it was the 7-year-old Alexandrina with Gawain in tow.

Her niece was wearing her usual white dress and a cape jacket with a red interior, and black shoes.

"Where are you going Lady Igraine?" Gawain asked Igraine.

"I am leaving Victoria, Gawain." Igraine told Gawain, with a tone that left no room for objection.

"Why are you leaving?" Alexandrina asked her aunt, as she walked up to her.

"I will be going to Kazmirez and will be staying there for a while, as Richard has made quite a lot of enemies among the parliament and I fear the storm that is approaching," Igraine told her niece in a soft tone as she put her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"So that's why you are leaving, you are afraid that the parliament will usurp Father's authority?" Alexandrina asked.

"Not only that, but some might try to even execute both him and everyone remotely related to him. Though they might go and make me a figurehead." Igraine had to admit she could have put it in a better way, but Alexandrina was smarter than she let on, and what she said was true, she had made sure to grow her popularity among the commoners, with personally funded programs, such as raising hospitals in the Londinium's slums, infected treatment centres, and some funding to schooling in Victoria's more remote regions, especially the provinces.

"Then let the Condorwing come, Father's Steam Knights will answer only to their king, and cut down the usurping traitors." Alexandrina said with confidence in her tone, in both her father and the Steam knights answering to their king.

"I am confident they will." Igraine told her Niece, but there was an egging feeling that won't be the case.

"Your Highness." Gawain called her.

"Gawain, no matter what you say won't persuade me to stay. I refuse to stay while they execute my brother and make a figurehead out of me." Igraine told Gawain, with firmness in her tone, as she was done with being a king, and saw herself as unfit for such a task, other than being a General.

"It's not that, I simply want to give some partying words, preferably somewhere where your Niece can't hear us." Gawain told Igraine in a low tone, while the latter simply took a deep breath and let out a sigh, knowing that Gawain would give her one of his prophecies.

And if her personal experience was anything to go by, nothing good ever came from prophecies.

"Very well Gawain. Alexandrina, please stay here there is something private that Gawain wants to tell me." Igraine responded and proceeded to tell her niece who nodded her head and stayed put while Gawain and Igraine walked a short distance from her and she couldn't make out what they were saying

"Yes, Gawain?" Igraine said as she turned to the lion.

"I want to say that one day Victoria will need you, and the Aslans and the Dracos will have to set aside their animosity and end the chaos that will befall Victoria." Gawain told Igraine.

"You mean Edward Artorias, or his progeny?" Igraine asked, as the last time she recalled the man had run away when she was 5 years old, as the Royal feud began.

"His progeny, Edward Artorias has been slain at the hands of Wei Yenwu 4 years ago. With that said I bid you a safe journey, and before you depart is there something you wish of me to relay to your brother?" Gawain asked Igraine.

"Yes Gawain I want you to promise me that if the Condorwing decides to Usurp my brother, I want you to protect my Niece to the best of your abilities. Am I clear?" Igraine asked Gawain which the lion returned with a nod.

"I promise you that much." Gawain responded.

"And before I leave, please hand this over to Sir Lynch." Igraine told Gawain as she handed the lion a dark-blue silk handkerchief embroiled with golden lining and a stylized golded I at the edge, with Victoria's coat of arms in the middle.

"I will make sure that Sir Lynch receives your farewell gift" Gawain responded.

"Is Sir Lynch Auntie's friend?" Alexandrina asked, and Igraine let out an amused chuckle.

"That he is and a bit more." Igraine responded with a smile on her face, and she left them.

"Auntie wait!" Alexandrina exclaimed, making Igraine turn around as she saw her niece running at her, and knelt, embracing her niece in a hug.

"Promise that you will come back." Alexandrina said.

"I promise, I will return one day, but I don't know when." Igraine told her niece as she broke the hug and walked away, with her rucksack strapped to her back.

Though on her way out she wondered, how Edward Artorius' progeny will be in the future.

"Guess that only remains to be seen."

Omake

In Fuyuki Singularity Fujimaru along with Mashu were standing in front of the place where the Holy Grail was supposed to be and put an end to this Singularity.

Director Animusphere turned out to be dead ever since this crisis started and anything outside of Chaldea had been erased.

Lev was just a puppet of a greater entity that wanted to erase Humanity.

And now there was a corrupted version of King Arthur standing right in front of them.

"Now to end this." She said as she raised her darkened Excalibur and ready to bring it down on them.

"I like to see you try!" Came a voice of a woman who dashed to meet Artoria's strike with her blade.

"Mordred...?" Artoria asked as she stared at the woman in front of her.

The on her face was quite similar, but the Mordred she saw at the end of Camlann held her appearance with the barest of care and rather preferred to be sent to any battle she ordered her to be sent.

While the woman in front of her bearing Mordred's face had none of that, her hair was straight and narrow held in a tail, her eyes focused, and her sword ready for battle, but was also reserved.

Then there was the appearance that, at first, made her doubt that she was Mordred.

The Mordred she recalled had blond hair like the fields of wheat and emerald green eyes, much like her.

The woman in front of her had none of those.

Her hair was red like a forge's fire but she also spotted threats of silverish steel, her eyes shone like the blade's steel, and the way she carried herself, was that of a dignified Warrior ready to bring down her sword on her enemies.

While Mordred fought with the ferocity of beast possessed, that ended battles quickly and give the enemy no respite.

She wore dark and grey armour that bore a draconic aesthetic to them, with a black sash with a red dragon sewn in front of it.

But what got her attention was the appendages such as the slim black tail with some red bony protrusions and the sweeping black horns on her sprouting from her head like a black crown.

Then there was something about the sword she held in her hands, she couldn't put it into words, but seeing it felt like Mordred was holding the embodiment of a torrential fire in her hands, ready to burn everything away at its wielder's discretion.

"It's been a long time Arthur, but my name is Maeve now." Mordred, no... Meave told the bastardized version of her long-deceased "father".

"A new face, a new name. These things won't wipe away the sins you have committed in life and in death Mordred." Artoria told her... "son", while the latter merely snorted in laughter.

"And a King who can't move on is a King doomed to failure." Maeve responded as she dashed at Artoria locking swords with each other as if they were settling an age-old grudge.

"Chaldeans, go and deal with the Grail! I'll hold her off!" Maeve ordered them.

"Out of my way!" Artoria grunted as she backed Maeve off of her, and as she was about to slash at the Chaldeans a torrent of White flames blocked her path, and strangely enough, she began to feel weak as if her strength was being seeped from her body.

"This is between you and me Artoria Pendragon, let our blades decide who's the better knight!" Maeve challenged Artoria, as she brought up her sword.

While Maeve stabbed her blade on the ground and an aura of fire manifested around her.

"Vortigern (Hammer of the Vile King)."

"Let us heed our oaths"

"Inverse aurora."

"Let's drive out the traitors and Invaders."

"Engulf the light!"

"Let us lay our heads for Victoria!"

"Excalibur"

"Let the grave be the seedbed of our liberation!"

"Morgan!" Artoria shouted as she brought down her sword and a beam of black light shot towards Meave.

"Knight of Salvation!" Meave exclaimed as she brought her sword to meet the strike, and all were surrounded in a cloud of dust.

And as the dust cleared Meave stood tall, but what caught Artoria's attention was the Specter that loomed from behind Mordred.

It was like staring at a giant knight made of fire but looking into that empty visor, Artoria could tell that this was no mere Phantom, but a manifestation of a people's desire for liberation and salvation.

She turned her attention to Mordred, her eyes and face betrayed no emotion, it was as if all her will be gone, and it was merely a vessel for the Phantom behind her.

But that was the least of her concern as she felt herself getting weaker and weaker.

" Black King, you are an enemy of Victoria, thusly I sentence you to death. " Meave... No, the Knightly Phantom, using Meave as its puppet, said and as she saw Meave bring her sword up, the Phantom did the same with its odd shield, and an odd contraption on its left hand.

Seeing this she charged to stop her, but the flame seemed to be growing bigger and seeping her strength even more, and she was unable to even rise up as his breath became heavy.

And in unison both brought down their weapons and a torrent of fire exploded and shattered the earth, engulfing her in its blazes.