Hate Me, Miss Witch!

It is the thirty-first day of the winter month in the first year of the sacred calendar.

The royal capital of Esgania, outer city area.

"In three hours, it will be the time for the founding ceremony as agreed by the king."

"Well, from now on, the city under our feet will be erased from the old name given by the despicable king Vortigern, and will be given a new name - the Holy City "Camelot". "

"I heard from my uncle, who is a reserve knight in the Knights of the Round Table, that the king, oh no, should be called Your Majesty now."

"It is said that His Majesty will name this new country "Foresta Empire"..."

In the streets, the voices of people talking with joy and excitement came.

At this moment, the civilians still looked lucky to have just emerged from the war.

After all, only a year had passed since the battle against Vortigern and the death of the humble king on the throne.

This land has just been liberated from hundreds of years of war, and peace has just arrived. The land that has been trampled by monsters from the abyss, rebels, and bandits is still in ruins. Everyone who survived The victims still remember the previous disaster, a scar that only a long time can heal.

But despite this, there are still longing smiles on their faces.

The longing and longing for the ideal country that was about to be established and promised by the king.

"It's just a pity that His Majesty Cain can't see this. What he expected was to be created with his life——"

"There will be no famine, no victims, and an ideal country where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment."

I don't know who spoke in a low voice.

The crowd that was originally cheering for the upcoming founding ceremony suddenly became a little depressed.

"yes--"

Someone took out a robe with a black background and red clouds and put it on, with nostalgia and sentimentality in their eyes.

"He had witnessed the darkest night, so he yearned so much for that scorching light."

At this moment.

Several years have passed since the battle in the Valley of the End and the arrival of the Spear of Scourge that penetrated the starry sky.

However, Cain, and the name of the Akatsuki organization, did not diminish at all with his own death in battle.

Even under the active promotion of the Knight King and the coalition forces, Cain and the connotation of "the dawn that changed the world" were spread to everyone in Esgania at an extremely alarming speed. residents' ears.

Even if the supplies are not yet abundant, many people, whether they are nobles, knights, or even civilians, will buy a uniform of the Akatsuki organization and become Akatsuki supporters.

As the founder, Cain, to this day, is no longer a historical figure who died in battle in the eyes of the people.

Instead, it became a symbol under the continuous sentiments, singing and fermentation of the people.

Even, a kind of belief.

"Huh?"

Suddenly someone sighed and looked at the city gate.

It was a young-looking boy with black hair and black eyes, a tall and slender figure, and wearing a simple windbreaker.

Next to him, there was a girl with the same black hair and black dress, her eyes were hazy, obscured by the night. Under her skirt were dark stockings, and at her feet were a pair of sheepskin boots.

The two walked in from the city gate, walked through the streets, and soon disappeared into the rush of people.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

The man turned around.

The Holy City of Camelot is about to be built, and the founding ceremony of the empire is about to take place. During this period, it is not unusual for a large number of residents from other places to go to the royal capital, either to move or to participate in the founding ceremony.

What really concerned him was their hair color.

The mainstream hair colors in Esgania are either brown or blond. Black-haired ethnic groups are quite rare and are only found in the Northland and Golden Plains.

Of course, it's not surprising that this is the case... However, according to the information spread among the Round Table and the Oath Family——

Cain, who usually wears a swirling mask, has black hair under his crown.

Even the figure of the young man is different from the statue in the Hall of Valor, as well as the painting painted by Her Majesty the Queen herself, depicting the scene of the battle in Cain's End Valley and named "Dawn". There is some resemblance to the backs of all sentient beings.

But soon, the man shook his head and gave up the somewhat absurd idea in his mind.

"I saw two brothers and sisters from ethnic minorities... They must be travelers from the north or the Golden Plains, coming to watch the founding ceremony."

He said it casually, his eyes fell on the Akatsuki robe in his hand, and the memory and sadness in his heart surged out again.

Even though their bodies and clothes are similar.

However, it was not His Majesty Cain after all.

Cain was already dead, in the darkest night before dawn.

His tone was a little heavy, and he spoke every word piously.

"Your Majesty Cain, have you seen it?"

"This prosperous age is just as you wish."

…

"I didn't expect passers-by to think that we were brother and sister. It's simply the opposite of Tiangang."

Char walked through the unfamiliar yet familiar city blocks, followed by Ogutina, and the discussions of the common people also reached his ears with the breeze.

Although they are thousands of years apart, this is Camelot.

Even though many of the buildings are different, the division of the main streets and blocks is the same as in Char's memory.

This time Char did not wear a mask, but showed his true face to others... Anyway, in this world, he wore a mask from beginning to end when using the Cain vest, and no one knew his true identity. Allow.

Xia Ya glanced at Ogutina who was following him, especially the black stockings under the black skirt: "But don't you think that such an outfit is a little incompatible with your identity as the Queen of the Night?"

He discovered that Ogutina seemed to have the ability to switch between the "Queen of the Night" who looked like a royal sister and the "Princess Kurohime" who looked like a girl at will.

And for some reason, Ogutina seems to prefer to show her girlish side in front of outsiders, making it impossible for people to tell that she is actually an old woman who has lived from the second era to the present.

Moreover, this Queen of the Night likes to pretend to be young. Even her clothes keep up with the trends of later generations. Her painting style seems out of place in the city of Camelot thousands of years ago.

It was obvious that the other old ladies... wives he knew, whether it was Sylvia or Hathaway, were at least more traditional in their dress.

At least, Xia Ya had never thought about how Xi Bao or his golden elf master Jiang looked in black stockings before.

He coughed lightly, forcibly mobilized his mental power, and restrained his divergent thoughts.

I just don't know if I have the chance to put my fantasy into action... But Xi Bao doesn't care. If his teacher wears black stockings, even a flashback pocket watch may not be able to save him.

"In your words, I am also the biggest information dealer in the entire Western Continent."

Augustina tapped her white fingers in the air, dark shadows gathered in mid-air, and she added a small black top hat to herself.

"Investigating the latest fashionable outfits of the human race is naturally a part of intelligence collection."

"Human race?"

Xia Ya caught Hua Dian: "Speaking of which, before you became the True Ancestor, your native race was probably not human, right?"

"To be able to survive from the Second Epoch to this day, you must also be an immortal species."

"My teacher once said that she and you are old acquaintances. Are you a high elf like my teacher?"

He turned his head to look at the shape of Ogutina's ears in her black hair, but his sight was obscured by the light night, making it difficult to see clearly.

"After all, you are a regular customer of the store. I think Xia Ya, you should know the rules of the store."

Ogutina chuckled.

"Spying on a native race of the throne... This is a "Death Reporting Angel" level deal, and you are asking for information about the leader of the Shadow Council, so you have to go to a higher level, reaching the "Prometheus level." "

"How about it, have you figured out how to pay the price? Fire Thief-level information can only be traded for holy relics, or..."

She looked at Xia Ya with a smile in her eyes: "Exchange it with yourself."

"I can't afford it. Say goodbye."

Xia Ya simply shook his head.

What kind of international joke are you kidding? He didn't realize it when he was in a low position before, but now he clearly knows the value of the word "holy relic".

Those are all treasures that truly touch the realm of rules, and even ordinary true gods cannot make them... Although there are also unreliable things like the Holy Grail of Knowledge, which lower the gold content, the power of the Holy Sword and Holy Spear, He has already realized it deeply.

Pure plug-in.

Of course, Xia Ya also knew that this was Ogutina's excuse for refusing to answer her questions in disguise, otherwise she had revealed so many secrets of the old era to herself in the Millennium City, but she had not charged any extra.

The two walked side by side in Camelot for a while.

Until the noon sun sets slightly.

when--

The distant ringing of bells rang out from the palace in the inner city.

And with the bell ringing throughout the city, the entire outer city was boiling in an instant.

Then, thousands of surging people rushed towards the inner city and towards the palace.

Everybody knows.

This is the announcement that the founding ceremony of the country is about to begin.

…

In the crowded crowd.

Only Char and Augustina stood still.

The noisy and chaotic crowd passed by them, but they avoided physical contact when they were about to come into contact.

We are obviously in the same city, on the same street, but yet we seem to be in two distinct worlds.

"Did you see that?"

Ogutina's red-gold eyes looked down at the surging crowd around her, and that cold and indifferent voice sounded in Xia's ears.

"Um."

Xia Ya just nodded silently.

He could feel the breathing and heartbeats of the civilians in Camelot City.

However, in the astral field of vision——

What came into view was just an empty, lifeless city.

Only the brilliance of the blood moon under the night has become eternity in Camelot.

"Them, the civilians and everything in Camelot."

"They're all just phantoms of the past in the fantasy zone, right?"

Xia Ya stretched out his hand slightly, and a colorful butterfly landed lightly on his fingertips, flapped its wings, and then flew away again.

But Xia Ya just closed her eyes.

Both the butterfly and the civilians are real lives and real flesh and blood.

However, as beings in a fantasy zone that are independent of time and space, they have all been deprived of their future.

Lost the future, lost all possibilities, just as a phantom of the past, existing in that fantasy zone independent of time and space.

Controlled by the owner of the red moon and the fantasy belt, it was like a puppet on strings, following the destined trajectory.

This is a dead city.

Countless dead souls who have been stripped of their destiny, in this eternal kingdom of God, cycle through the phantoms of the past over and over again.

"The saddest thing is themselves."

Xia Ya looked at the civilian with joy.

"Obviously he is dead and has become a phantom that has lost his destiny and future... but he still feels that he is still alive and that he has the power to determine his own life."

He closed his eyes gently.

When Xia Ya opened his eyes again, his clothes had been quietly changed.

It was no longer the simple windbreaker, but replaced by a pitch-black robe embroidered with red clouds.

The swirling mask covered Xia Ya's handsome and soft facial features, leaving only the scratched forehead protector and the hat with a wind chime attached.

From time to time, passers-by cast curious glances at him, but they didn't stay too long.

After several years of fermentation, the vast majority of people in Camelot can be regarded as supporters of the Akatsuki organization.

As for the followers who imitated Cain's appearance, there were naturally countless of them.

However, it is rare to be able to imitate it to this level of detail.

But Char just opened his arms slightly, and in the eyes of the whirlpool mask, the runes of the alchemical matrix rotated slightly.

Immortal metal is forged in the void.

Carrying the Dao, was a thin figure wearing a black robe with red clouds.

Keep rising towards the sky.

"So, Ogutina."

"let us start."

…

Camelot, inner city.

The highest point of the palace, between the thrones.

The lonely figure stands alone between the thrones, on the pale silver chair.

She looked down at the inner city square below her, where the crowds of people were pouring in from all directions, becoming increasingly crowded and jubilant.

Obviously this is a day for universal celebration, but as the protagonist of the founding ceremony, there is not a trace of ripples in her beautiful red eyes, only an extremely cold indifference.

After a long time, she turned sideways.

Then he looked below the throne, at the knights standing one by one beside the huge round table.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Your Majesty! You once said that you want to create an ideal country where the people are self-reliant and there is no room for gods. To this end, you even rejected the invitation and support of the Church of the Dawn."

"But, what have you done now?"

Wearing silver armor, the strong knight stood up suddenly like the blazing sun.

"The seven gods believed in by the Church of Dawn are also righteous gods after all... Although they are also gods, they still follow part of the order."

"But, Your Majesty, you want to cooperate with an ancient god from the abyss, even if you don't hesitate to turn Camelot into the other's divine kingdom, and turn the people of the empire into followers of Zhu Yue?"

Gawain paused and spoke loudly again.

"Please deny me! Tell me that all this is just my wildest speculation!"

"It was Merlin who was bewitched by Zhu Yue before his death. He wanted to confuse us, divide the king and the Knights of the Round Table, and make us kill each other. The sword wound on his body did not come from the holy sword, but from Zhu Yue. Forged!"

"Actually, you are not prepared to do this at all, let alone cooperate with "Vermilion Moon"! "

He looked expectantly at the lonely figure on the throne.

However, Gawain's response was not that severe scolding and denial.

Instead, there were words that were cold, indifferent, and lifeless.

The silver hair was flying, revealing the girl's delicate face.

However, from then on, Gawain could not find any trace of the familiar and friendly appearance of the Queen of Girls when she disguised herself as a man and took the pseudonym Artoris.

"Gao Wenqing, the information you collected is not wrong."

"Merlin died under the Holy Sword."

The indifferent voice echoed between the thrones.

"The morning gods can't give me what I want, but Zhu Yue can."

"time heals everything."

"At this moment, no matter how intense the grief is for the deceased, when hundreds of years pass and dozens of generations pass, it will only be forgotten by the world and become a pure symbol in history textbooks."

On the throne, the Queen's eyes dropped slightly.

It fell in the Hall of Heroes next to the palace, on top of the figure with its back to all living beings in the huge scroll.

"He once said - when a person truly dies, it is when the last person in the world who remembers him forgets him."

"But I don't want this. I don't want him to be forgotten by the world. I want to see with my own eyes the moment when his heroic spirit returns."

"If we want to achieve this, we can only achieve eternity."

"Use the power of the Zhu Yue and the Holy Sword to permanently solidify Camelot and the Holy City in the fantasy world, making it eternal and immortal."

"This is the choice I made."

The cold words of the King of Knights broke Gawain's last illusion.

"Of course I understand that the path I have chosen is contrary to the creed you uphold as knights."

"So, it doesn't matter if you want to continue to follow me, if you want to leave, or if we all unite here to defeat me, it doesn't matter."

"I'll give you five minutes to think about it."

…

The five minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Some knights of the Round Table chose to follow and surrender, either out of loyalty to the king they were loyal to, or because they chose to be forbearing after understanding the power gap between the two sides, or because they did not care much about creeds such as knightly virtues from the beginning. Take heart.

As a result, their spiritual power was imprinted with a vermilion mark by the bloody moonlight, and they became a part of the "eternity" in this eternal divine kingdom.

However, more Knights of the Round Table chose to rebel.

"Your Majesty, no!"

"Artolis!"

Gawain's eyes were red and he roared sadly.

"If His Majesty Cain...if Cain were still here! He would definitely not want to see you doing these things for him."

"I can guarantee that if Cain sees you looking so ferocious and strange now, he will definitely hate you, even be disgusted with it!"

At the moment when the high temperature roars out.

On the throne, Isadella's beautiful eyes fluctuated slightly.

But soon, the bloody moonlight wiped out those few ripples.

She just silently looked down at her subordinates and colleagues who had fought side by side but now drew swords against her.

Qiang——

With a clear sound, the holy sword was unsheathed, and the blade revealed an icy cold light.

It is different from those ordinary civilians who have become phantoms of the past and have become the souls of the Zhuyue Kingdom without knowing it, as well as those low-ranking nobles and low-level transcendent beings.

There are quite a few legends among the Knights of the Round Table.

Legendary strong men can sense the existence of the river of time to a certain extent, and the movement to open up the dream zone will inevitably be noticed by them.

So, from beginning to end, this battle.

This internal fight among the Knights of the Round Table is unavoidable.

In the red fantasy zone independent of history, this bloody and cruel battle has been repeated countless times.

As for the outcome of the battle, it is naturally self-evident.

How could an ordinary legend, even if they had a numerical advantage, defeat someone who also held a holy sword and received a throne blessed by an ancient god.

After a while.

In the room between the thrones, the last ray of blood spattered.

The blood-colored moonlight fell, swallowing up all the filth, leaving no trace behind.

Among the Knights of the Round Table, those who chose to surrender accepted the fate of being corrupted by the red moon, becoming a member of the Kingdom of God, and becoming a vampire.

Those who did not follow had all traces of their existence wiped out and became ghosts and phantoms of the past who could only act according to the established trajectory in the fantasy zone and lost their destiny and future.

Qiang——

The holy sword is sheathed.

Isadella slowly turned around and walked out of the throne room.

Then, he walked towards the square where countless people gathered.

It was the founding ceremony of the nation.

It is also the beginning of the so-called "eternity".

This is also part of the established history of the fantasy zone. It has already been rewritten and edited countless times by her, the king of the fantasy zone, and Isadella is extremely familiar with it.

But the next moment.

Isadella's steps suddenly stopped, and something unexpected happened that was beyond her control.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The noisy jubilation disappeared, and she heard the exclamations of tens of thousands of people.

Then, Isadella's eyes narrowed slightly.

In her sight.

A figure in black robes and red clouds wearing a swirling mask.

It is rising slowly from the distance.

The black robe embroidered with red clouds rustled under the strong wind in mid-air.

The sound of wind chimes was accompanied by the shaking of the bamboo hat.

In the end, the thin figure with black hair was frozen a thousand meters away, at the same height as the throne at the highest point in the entire holy city.

Overlooking all living beings.