"Father, the Romans outside the island are still not giving up; let me lead the army to give them a thorough defeat!"
Before the throne in Camelot Palace.
The Round Table knight Gawain knelt on one knee, offering his advice.
"It's fine; let those Romans send troops as they please, so they can see why Britain is praised as the last land of divinity. My radiance will illuminate all of Britain; you all just need to remember it~."
Moran rested his chin on one hand on the throne.
He showed no sign of emotion.
"Alright, alright, you all are too impatient.
I know you are all worried; if you are not at ease, you can station troops at the border to understand. If the Romans still have the will to fight, we can send troops then."
Moran noticed that his soldiers were filled with fighting spirit.
But he could only smile helplessly.
If he really let his magical army go directly to battle, it would probably not be long before the other side begged for mercy.
Even so, that would still be far from enough.
In the end, it would merely proclaim the strength of Britain's military.
What Moran wanted to demonstrate was the power of Britain as the land of divinity, not the strength possessed by the military.
He aimed to fundamentally establish an image for Britain.
This is a land of divinity that humanity must never offend, a realm that cannot be overturned by human power.
As for the military, that is a matter for later.
Everything must start from the most fundamental beginnings.
[Eliminate external enemies, quell internal strife]
[Convinced that Britain is on the brink of collapse, the Romans, believing that Britain is currently unable to retaliate, are sending troops to the British Isles]
[They want to, just like in the past]
[Reincorporate Britain as a Roman dependency, the Romans are certain they can achieve victory in this war]
[However, they have made several mistakes]
[That is, they are using human reasoning to estimate Britain, which is not a land governed by human rules]
[Today is the time to go to war]
[The Roman fleet has already entered British territory, and along the way, they have faced no obstacles]
[This further confirms their assumptions]
[The Britons must be exhausted from suppressing internal strife and external enemies, and now they have no forces stationed outside the island]
[In fact, this is not the case]
[Soldiers are hiding and observing from a distance using magecraft; they have received orders from the king, so they do not take action]
[Then, they see the following scene and understand why they do not need to intervene—]
[The calm sea stirs up a great whirlpool]
[Dozens of rock walls suddenly appear on the surface of the sea, each capable of easily smashing through a battleship]
[They seem to possess consciousness]
[These are the so-called monsters that transcend human intelligence, masterpieces that can only be seen on this divine land]
[The imposing walls, the incoming waves, the tides that swallow everything. These approaching entities are as massive as mountains, and the Roman battleships are as unreliable as leaves on a lake]
"This is… a divine punishment for us…"
The Romans stand dazed at the bow of the ship.
Gazing at this scene that is almost indescribable in words, reason has likely long been dominated by madness.
They feel as if they are inside some kind of existence.
About to be swallowed and digested by this ocean.
[It is no surprise that the Roman army cannot step into Britain]
[Even if you allow interaction between the outside world and Britain, it does not mean you allow malicious individuals to step in]
[You have not wiped out all the Romans here]
[You deliberately let some people go]
[In the information-scarce Middle Ages, these terrified deserters are the best means of spreading information]
[You need people to fear Britain, so that they no longer see it as a soft target that can be easily manipulated]
[This is spread by those who have experienced fear]
[The effect is undoubtedly excellent]
[To some extent, you can say you have made full use of resources]
[Controlling the walls surrounding Britain]
[Even the ocean currents are under your control]
[Before you, no matter what fleet, on this sea, they are weak and powerless—human strength cannot cross the realm of mystery]
[You are almost equivalent to a deity in Britain, transcending the framework of a king, becoming the embodiment of governing all phenomena in Britain]
[Regarding this, you do not have many feelings]
[You chose to become a king only to continue the divine era of Britain and to reach happiness with your loved ones, nothing more]
[The observing Round Table knights and soldiers]
[They watch as the Roman army is instantly defeated, shocked by the terror of this absolute power]
[They understand why the king does not need them to deploy troops]
[Seeing such a terrifying spectacle]
[Ordinary people who adhere to common sense would only be scared out of their wits, and even they might not have the courage to face it]
"As long as our king remains, Britain will endure forever. No one can be an enemy of Britain."
A knight murmurs in a daze.
He states a fact that countless people have acknowledged in their hearts.
[Indeed, as long as you still exist in Britain]
[The divine land will never fade]
[However, to maintain such greatness for a long time, you must also pay an equal price]
[You cannot always maintain the principle of the Idea Blood]
[Even with Britain's great source of magical power]
[To eternally reign over Britain as a king is also impossible; you have your limits]
[If this scale continues to operate]
[It is likely that after a few hundred years, you will fall into self-destruction due to overloading]
[After all, this is bearing the entire Britain on your shoulders, taking on the divine responsibilities with the scale of a dragon]
[In reality, this is already quite remarkable]
[You have achieved a feat that others dare not even dream of]
[However, you do not intend to stop here]
[A mere century of divine land is not what you envision; what you want is an everlasting divine Britain]
[You have also made ample preparations for this—]
"For this, you need me as a foundation, right?"
"Exactly. Not only do I need you, Vortigern, but I also need the assistance of others. As long as this ritual is formed, even without me, Britain can continue as a divine land. The price I have to pay is merely trivial."
In the ancient heart layer of the Albion spirit cave.
Moran and Vortigern are talking face to face.
The walls are engraved with bitter and incomprehensible magical incantations, all prepared for a certain ritual.
Morgan and others are at the periphery of the ritual.
They have already discussed with Moran.
After Morgan and Artoria, Guinevere has also become a queen just like in the first simulation.
The difference is that this time, she has realized her dream.
She has openly established a marital relationship with Moran, no longer needing to disguise this identity.
Returning to the main topic, the women and Moran are discussing only one matter—
To ensure that this eternal divine Britain continues, allowing their precious memories to survive in their homeland.
They are prepared for this price.