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(Fate) Chapter 279: Fate
🕑 Added 2025-02-03 19:26:40 +0000 UTCAt this point, it no longer mattered whether Morgan believed Mellie’s excuses or not.
The overwhelming curse energy surged forth, and in the next moment, her consciousness returned to the throne.
The slumbering Queen of the Lostbelt, the Winter Queen, Morgan, opened her eyes.
Yet even as Morgan departed, Mellie remained frozen in place, unwilling or well..daring not to move.
Because before Morgan left, she had locked onto Mellie—her anchor set in place, ensuring that she would not escape her grasp.
Mellie stood there, on the verge of tears.
"Is that guy Promise my curse or something!? Why do I always get screwed over every time I run into him!?"
She grumbled, but at the same time, her gaze kept flickering toward the royal throne in Camelot, filled with curiosity.
She actually wasn’t really worried about her own safety, but rather, she wanted to run over and see what was about to unfold tonight.
Because Mellie knew that Promise, who had remained silent for nearly half a month…had finally begun to move.
And then—
With the soft sound of approaching footsteps,
Two figures arrived before her.
One was a goddess, clad in a pure white Grecian ceremonial robe, her eyes blank as if gazing into fate itself.
Clotho.
The Goddess of Fate.
And beside her—
A fairy from Paradise.
Artoria Caster.
When Morgan’s consciousness returned to the throne,
The first thing she saw was a complete mess.
She saw two Fairy Knights—Melusine and Baobhan Sith, tangled together, still recovering from their chaotic collision.
And Oberon, who vanished like a phantom, slipping away instantly, the moment she arrived.
Morgan’s gaze followed his retreating presence, and without hesitation, she sent her clone to chase him down.
Then—
Without wasting time, she immediately began casting magic,
Suppressing the curse energy that had erupted from beneath the throne.
Yet even as she did so—
Her eyes scanned the hall.
Searching.
Searching for Promise.
But—
He was not there.
And not finding the figure, her heart sank slightly and he had a bad premonition in his mind.
And in the next moment—
That premonition became reality.
As Melusine finally pushed herself up from Baobhan Sith, who had absolutely no idea what was going on, she immediately drew her weapon.
A massive surge of magic energy radiated from her body—
And her blade pointed directly beneath the throne.
However...
"What are you doing?"
Morgan’s cold voice cut through the air, and the next instant, she stood before Melusine, blocking her path.
"Your Majesty, please step aside!"
Melusine’s voice was urgent.
"I just saw Promise—he was dragged underground by that ominous force!
I have to save him!"
Hearing her words, Morgan did not react immediately.
Instead, she turned her gaze toward Baobhan Sith.
"Mmm… yeah, that kinda happened, Mother."
Baobhan Sith rubbed the massive bump on her head from where Melusine had crashed into her and spoke while still looking dazed.
Morgan fell silent for a long moment.
And then—
She let out a quiet sigh.
"Perhaps… I truly should not have given him so much freedom.*
Perhaps I should have simply ruled him."
Then, turning her gaze back to Melusine, Morgan spoke firmly.
"Enough. Stop it.
Do not interfere with him, anymore.
Because…this is exactly what he wanted."
Hearing these words, Melusine froze for a moment before a realization seemed to flicker in her golden eyes.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward Morgan and spoke.
"So then… that god is buried beneath this place?"
A long silence.
Then—
"...Yes."
Morgan gave a slight nod.
Melusine stared at her.
And then, as if understanding something she hadn’t before, she slowly murmured,
"I see…
So that is why…
Your Majesty Morgan have never left this throne."
Then—
Her eyes hardened.
And she gripped her weapon tighter.
"I understand now, Your Majesty.
But I’m still going down there to save him."
"Because this is far too dangerous!
"That is a god’s curse! No human can withstand that!"
"Do you think I do not know that?"
Morgan answered in a cold voice, looking at the fairy knight who was standing in front of her, raising her sword,
Even so—
"This is still his choice."
She slowly lifted her staff.
Just as the battle between the two was about to erupt.
"Ehhh!? What the hell is this!?"
A sharp cry of alarm echoed.
Well apparently Baobhan Sith shouted in a loud voice attracted the attention of the two as both Morgan and Melusine instinctively turned their heads—
Just in time to see a black mass of curse energy suddenly lash out—
And wrap itself around Baobhan Sith.
Before either of them could react—
The curse yanked her downward.
Vanishing beneath the throne.
Seeing the scene in front of her,
For the first time, Morgan’s expression shifted.
A flicker of alarm appeared in her normally calm gaze.
And in that brief moment of hesitation, she finally stepped aside.
Not only that—
Morgan raised her staff.
With a gentle tap on the ground, a radiant light spread outward—
And in the next moment—
The royal throne vanished.
And in its place,
A massive abyss yawned open—
A deep, endless void leading into the earth’s depths.
At the very bottom—
Lies the remains of a god.
The corpse of Cernunnos.
The moment, the abyss revealed itself,
the curse energy that surged from below would be deadly enough to anihilate a fairy from the slightest touch.
Even Melusine—the strongest dragon fairy, couldn’t stop herself from instinctively stepping back, the moment she saw it.
But in the next moment—
She gritted her teeth.
And with determination burning in her golden eyes, she prepared to jump down.
"That—"
"—is her fate."
A soft yet absolute voice suddenly echoed.
At that moment—
An invisible force spread through the hall, suppressing the curse’s power, which also stopped Melusine in her tracks.
It was not mere magic.
This was the power of Authority.
A difference in divine standing.
And then—
She appeared.
Accompanied by Mellie and Artoria Caster, the Goddess of Fate Clotho walked forward—
Stepping directly in front of Morgan.
Morgan’s gaze sharpened as she took in Clotho’s presence.
Her eyes flickered with suspicion and recognition.
But then—
Her gaze moved as she looked past Clotho and her cold blue eyes fell upon Artoria Caster.
"A fairy from Paradise."
"The prophesied child, is it...?"
Morgan murmured softly.
But then—
She dismissed her thoughts and focused back on Clotho.
"You said that this is her fate."
"What do you mean by that?"
Clotho’s expression remained calm as she spoke without hesitation.
"She is the divine core of Cernunnos' resurrection."
"She was fated to awaken him as a sacrifice."
For a Goddess of Fate, Clotho had no interest in riddles.
S9, her answer was direct.
And for the first time—
Morgan fell silent.
Clotho did not pay attention to her reaction and continued,
"You do not need to worry."
"Nor do you need to intervene."
"If you act rashly, you will only bring more chaos to Promise."
"All you need to do—"
"—is wait."
As she spoke, her blind eyes shifted toward Melusine.
It was undoubtedly a warning.
At this moment, Morgan suddenly asked Clotho.
"Then tell me this—"
"What on Earth does he intend to do?"
"I once thought he simply wanted to awaken Cernunnos and destroy everything."
"But your presence… tells me that is not the case."
Clotho tilted her head slightly.
Her sightless white eyes, which always gazed upon the future, now seemed to lock onto Morgan in the present.
Her lips moved lightly—
And she replied in a soft, slow voice,
"He is simply doing what he has always done."
The very act of rewriting fate—
And for the Goddess of Fate, shaping a future more beautiful than what was destined.
Then—
Clotho raised her hand and plucked the Threads of Fate from the night sky,
The golden strands shimmered, reflecting the destinies of Morgan, Melusine, Baobhan Sith—
And even the entire future of Fairy Britain.
Clotho was never a god who spoke in riddles.
So, instead of explaining, she showed them everything.
And so—
The Threads of Fate unraveled before their eyes, revealing the future that was once set in stone.
Morgan—
Betrayed by the very fairies she sought to rule, slain by their hands.
Even as she died, her last thoughts were of returning to her throne, desperately trying to seal away Cernunnos.
Melusine—
Slaying Aurora with her own hands, losing everything.
Her form reverting to that of Albion’s dragon skeleton, until she was pierced through the heart by the Holy Lance.
Baobhan Sith—
Witnessing Morgan’s brutal demise felt in utter despair as she cast herself into the abyss, sacrificing her very existence, becoming the divine core of Cernunnos' resurrection.
Among the gods of Ancient Greece,
Even the Olympians despised the Moirai.
For they could see the fates of even the gods themselves.
And not even divine beings enjoyed the idea of having their destinies dictated.
And now—
As the power of fate dispersed,
And everyone returned to the present after watching their future fates,
Even Artoria Caster looked at Morgan with complicated emotions.
To he honest, Artoria hated this land.
She despised this entire country.
She hated every single fairy within it.
Unlike Vivian,
Who when first arrived here, was treated like a daughter by the Queen of the Rain Clan—
Artoria had never once received kindness from any fairy or human since she came here.
If she had to name her most peaceful days—
It was simply the time she spent traveling with Clotho.
For a pure and noble goddess like Clotho, even a fairy possessing the Fairy Eye like Artoria could find herself at ease.
But now—
After learning the truth,
After seeing the fate that awaited Morgan, seeing that, even though she was betrayed by everyone, she still wanted to protect this place, even in death,
She couldn’t understand it.
And yet—
She respected it.
Contrary to her, Melusine, who was still in shock, turned to Morgan.
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
But in the end—
She remained silent.
For she had seen her own fate.
She knew—
That in the original timeline,
She had betrayed Morgan.
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