Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

The golden-haired maiden sat quietly upon the hill.

Knight Bedivere knelt before her, holding the sword with both hands, hot tears streaming from his eyes.

All around, countless loyal followers and countless rebellious ones lay quietly.

Not a single survivor remained!

This battle had completely drained the seemingly glorious foundation of Britain, ushering in its impending demise.

It also buried King Arthur's dream of creating a prosperous golden age.

Everything had turned to nothingness!

A blizzard of goose-feather snowflakes swirled down.

It concealed all sins, all slaughter, all destruction, and all despair beneath its pure white veil.

Even King Arthur's body was buried under the snow.

Transformed entirely into a human-shaped statue.

The scene froze at this moment!

Familiar lines of text appeared—

[Video playback ended. Thank you for watching!]

[To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next video!]

...

"Eh? Why did it just end like that?"

Roya stared blankly at the screen as it gradually darkened.

She wanted to know why King Arthur had transformed from a conqueror of the land into a unifier of hearts.

Coach, I want to learn this!

But instead of revealing anything, it just cut off like that!

"Alaya, you damn cliffhanger!"

She couldn't help but angrily curse.

In truth, she wasn't the only one doing so—

-[I was all ready, and then you just ended it?]

-[The King Arthur in the video still looks 15, nothing like how she is now. You cliffhanger!]

-[What the hell happened in between? Did she get "massaged by an unnamed hand"?]

-[Upstairs is a prophet—let's stab them first!]

-[I'll die without a new video! You've been resting for three whole minutes—why aren't you updating yet?]

-[Even a workhorse wouldn't dare rest this much!]

...

Even though the screen had gone black, the barrage of comments continued relentlessly.

Only when it finally stopped could the rain-like flood of text truly disappear.

Souma sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the darkened screen. "Alaya, you bastard… I don't even know what to say…"

After fighting for countless years, traveling through countless historical eras, and protecting one legendary hero of human history after another…

His weary soul had only wanted to find a warm harbor, yet this jerk had exposed everything.

"I thought sacrificing myself would stop the two of you from fighting to the death…"

Souma crossed his arms, resting his head on his hands.

He knew history—and he had tried to change it.

But Morgan, wielding the power of the British Isles, had intervened and sealed him away for a time.

By the time he broke free, the war was already over.

Both of Britain's great armies had been annihilated, leaving only a father and daughter behind.

Only then did Souma realize: "The last remnants of Britain's mystery were triggered by the curse of the Vile King Vortigern, trying to drag King Arthur down with it!"

The fault wasn't his—it was the world's!

Morgan was just a pawn.

The entire world had rejected her, seeking to kill King Arthur and destroy Britain!

"Bedivere… why didn't you throw the sword into the lake?"

Souma sighed softly.

If only that had happened, so many things afterwards could have been avoided…

...

France, Palace of Versailles.

The Dark Saintess sat casually upon her throne.

The council members all watched her cautiously out of the corners of their eyes.

Their Majesty seemed to be in a bad mood—what had happened?

The pink-haired knight Astolfo asked curiously, "Your Majesty, is this The Perfect King for real?"

Everyone else leaned in eagerly, waiting for the answer.

After the video was released, everyone immediately watched it a hundred times over.

There was no helping it. After the first video was personally confirmed as genuine by Jeanne d'Arc, the uploader known as [Alaya] had already become a top-priority surveillance target for every major faction in the world.

A mysterious entity capable of flawlessly recreating the past was bound to evoke both awe and fear in everyone.

They were terrified of having their dark histories exposed, their carefully crafted personas instantly crumbling!

And yet.

No matter how hard they searched, even deploying Heroic Spirits, they couldn't find the slightest trace of the uploader!

Jeanne d'Arc countered with a question: "Is The Avenging Witch real?"

"Ah, so it is real!"

Astolfo instantly confirmed it.

He scratched his head, growing more and more puzzled. "But the King Arthur who died at the end of the video looks completely different from the King Arthur we know now!"

In the video.

The King Arthur who pulled the sword from the stone remained eternally frozen in the form of a 15-year-old girl.

But in reality, King Arthur was a tall, well-endowed queen.

What on earth had happened in between?

Jeanne frowned slightly. "I'm not entirely sure myself."

That person—clearly similar in appearance to her, yet flat as a board—somehow ended up with such an impressive figure now. Had she taken some kind of drug?

Most importantly.

Morgan had actually used the blood of Nameless and Artoria to create a child—Mordred.

In other words, the two of them had already conceived a child together, while she had only ever held hands!

Jeanne's face darkened. "The previous Franco-British friendship treaty is hereby nullified!"

"W-Wait, Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

The Speaker of the House was instantly dumbfounded.

Everyone else stared at her in stunned silence.

This treaty had been her own initiative, meant to forge a powerful alliance between France and Britain.

"Hmph, are you lecturing me?"

The Dark Saintess sneered with a look of utter disdain. "What right does some tiny island nation that already voted to leave the EU have to demand our submission?"

"They wanted to leave back then—fine, let them leave!"

"Europa shall rise again, united under the leadership of France!"

The Dark Saintess declared with overwhelming authority.

The assembled parliamentarians paled under the pressure of her Heroic Spirit's aura, yet their eyes burned with fervent admiration.

Yes, France was the true hegemon of Europe. There was no need to bow to that island nation.

Only in the face of Britain could France stand unyielding, never surrendering!

***

Britain.

10 Downing Street.

The Perfect King video had finished playing, and the room was plunged into a long, heavy silence.

Not a sound could be heard.

Gawain looked at Mordred with deep sympathy.

At the start of the video, she had been watching with the relaxed air of someone enjoying a movie.

She had even joked about getting some popcorn.

But as the video progressed—especially after Morgan's appearance—her expression gradually shifted to doubt.

When she saw Morgan using the blood of Nameless and King Arthur to create her, her disbelief only grew.

And by the time she saw her adult self on screen—

The once-carefree Mordred was now frozen in shock, her entire worldview shattered.

Gawain cleared his throat gently. "Now that you've seen the video… you've regained your memories, haven't you?"

"I remember… so much…"

Mordred sat in her chair, clutching her head in her hands.

Now that everything had come back to her, her mind was in complete turmoil. She didn't want to believe any of it.

Beside her...

King Arthur stood bathed in golden sunlight, radiant as a deity, her brilliance almost too dazzling to behold.

She turned to face Mordred. "So, what do you have to say after watching that?"

***

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