In the royal palace's garden.
Kayneth looked at the countdown page that appeared in front of him and soon muttered to himself, "An hour left on the countdown, huh?"
"It's finally almost over..."
Even this Lord of the Mineral Department from the Clock Tower couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief at this moment.
After being thoroughly beaten down in Divine Era Britain, he now had only one thought in his mind — to hurry back home.
And it was no wonder.
During this period after transmigrating, Kayneth had met the various Knights of the Round Table in Britain, then encountered King Arthur, and now even Morgan had appeared in the royal palace.
Although she didn't settle scores with them immediately... no one could say for sure whether that witch might come looking for them once she finished her current affairs.
That arrogant and dangerous witch — even now, thinking back to the scenes when he faced her, Kayneth's heart couldn't help but tremble a little.
It was a level of magic that made one almost lose the will to resist. Moreover, it was obvious that Morgan had held back at the time.
Kayneth hadn't personally witnessed the recent battle outside the palace, but from the oppressive magical energy that made it almost hard to breathe, it was clear that Morgan had just been toying with him during their encounter.
The battle with King Arthur this time, that was Morgan le Fay's true power.
"This world really is dangerous..."
A blonde noble girl sat sideways on a white wooden bench, her black-stockinged legs crossed, and with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, looked at the deep-blue interface in front of her. "I wonder what will happen after this countdown ends?"
"If only we could return to the real world."
Kenneth said calmly, "Since we were brought into this world, it wouldn't be strange if the countdown's end means we'll return."
He said that, but there was always one concern lingering in his heart.
— If they return to the real world, does that mean this adventure will be over?
Would they suddenly get transported back to Divine Era Britain again at some unknown time?
For some reason, Kayneth felt a little unwilling.
In a little while, a Holy Grail War would begin in Fuyuki.
If he could use this opportunity to obtain someone's Holy Relic from this Divine Era Britain, he would have greater confidence in the upcoming Holy Grail War.
But now, the palace was far too dangerous, and he had to proceed with caution...
At this thought, Kayneth suddenly remembered his student and muttered thoughtfully, "Reines, if we return to the real world this time, call Alvin over to see me."
According to Reines, his student Alvin had also transmigrated to Britain, and had even met Reines in the royal capital earlier.
Although Alvin was relatively clever, with King Arthur currently missing, and Britain under the control of that witch, it was hard to say what kind of drastic changes might happen next.
...It was still necessary to give Alvin a warning.
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At the same time, Kayneth wasn't the only one looking at the countdown, there were also magi from various eras.
On a plain thousands of miles from the royal City of Camelot, a girl in a floral dress quietly stood atop a mountain peak, gazing at the distant, towering white structure.
"Britain during the age of gods, huh... What a shame. I didn't even get to properly see those so-called Divine Era magi before I have to go back."
"But it doesn't matter. Even if you disrupted me with illusions this time, next time I come back, I'll still set foot in Camelot."
The blonde girl's deep eyes stared toward a certain direction, her tone laced with amusement, though not a trace of a smile could be seen on her lovely face.
No wonder she was so angry — from the moment she arrived in Britain, she had wanted to head to Camelot.
However, before she could set out, she was disrupted by an illusion cast by one of Britain's court magi.
Now that she had finally broken free of the illusion, the countdown was already nearing its end.
Just then, she seemed to sense something and unintentionally raised her gaze, as if looking through the void in a specific direction.
"So, you can still see the present with clairvoyance... Which means, you're still spying on me, aren't you?"
She stared in the direction of Camelot Palace, and soon a faint smile bloomed on her face: "Just wait. I will definitely kill you, Mr. Merlin."
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Deep within Avalon.
Merlin wore a subtle expression as he silently gazed forward at the girl waving at him.
Soon, he couldn't help but let out an amused smile.
"Looks like I've really been targeted by a troublesome one."
Artoria slowly opened her eyes. She had gradually calmed down from her earlier anger and fixed her gaze on Merlin. "What have you been doing since earlier?"
Merlin waved his hand with a smile. "Nothing much. It's just that one of the transmigrated magi this time is a bit of a handful, so I trapped her in an illusionary trap from the start, that's all."
Artoria was briefly stunned, a look of surprise appearing on her face.
A modern magus that even Merlin considers worth paying attention to?
"That girl's magical energy is different from other magi, so I originally didn't want her to step foot in Camelot."
As if seeing what was on Artoria's mind, Merlin smiled, his violet eyes extraordinarily deep as he spoke softly: "Her magical energy doesn't belong to the present world, nor to the Age of Gods."
— The Root.
The source of all Magecraft, and the ultimate goal pursued by all magi.
The Swirl of the Root — it records the beginning, the process, and the end of every life.
Thus, those who make contact with the Swirl of the Root and peer into the causal relationships of all things can come to understand everything.
However, almost no human who has reached the Root has ever returned.
In the instant they make contact, they either revert to their original form or simply vanish, with all traces of their existence erased.
Yet, in this world, there exists a being who is innately connected to the Root.
The Root Princess.
"But this time, I've already released the illusion."
Merlin said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the next time the transmigration occurs, she should arrive at the palace very soon."
A princess born connected to the Root... and Morgan le Fay, who now controls the Power of the Island, who knows what will happen between them?
Just thinking about it, Merlin couldn't help but show an amused smile.
Thinking about it that way... it really is something to look forward to...
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