CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

If Merlin is the kind of wicked creature who mischievously makes things difficult for Artoria, but still appears at crucial moments to save his good student from certain misfortune, then the "Merlin" from another world is a non-human being, even worse than an animal.

Quinn still remembered the old setting of Mushroom. In that old setting, when King Arthur was still male, the core reason why Mary raised King Arthur was to become King Arthur's guide in order to see the tragic end of a perfect hero. In that story, even after King Arthur died, Mary had no regrets in her heart. She was a pure witch who could laugh even when she watched the hero she raised fall into a desperate situation and die.

It is obvious what such people would do after arriving in Britannia, a perpetual empire unlike any other in human history.

Through the words of the fairies of Paradise, you finally understand the source of the upheaval in Britannia.

From the perspective of a national leader, Mordred, whom you nurtured, is undoubtedly perfect. Even in the grand scheme of human history, she is flawless. The Britannian Empire is one of your most prized creations, a top-tier work of art that brings together the strengths of various European nations. For such a treasure to appear in Meryl's eyes is like a beautiful glasswork placed within a child's reach.

[The purpose of this Lady of Avalon was to destroy Britannia, to bring Mordred to its knees, and to have it die a tragic death like the protagonists in heroic tales. To achieve this goal, she secretly deceived Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table, causing these pillars you once left for Mordred to turn against it.]

Fortunately, the treasures you left Mordred were so great that your good daughter was able to firmly uphold her throne and protect your empire.

However, this protection was ultimately short-lived.

Separating Britannia from Pan-Human History had already consumed most of Mordred's energy, and Merry's arrival and everything she did to Britannia further exacerbated Mordred's energy depletion, accelerating Britannia's transformation into a Singularity or Lostbelt.

Mordred has maintained the nation's prosperity for a thousand years through her own will, relying on her promise to you. Once her will completely collapses and she is no longer able to maintain Britannia's unique status as an independent entity from the rest of the world, she, as the pillar of the entire world, will undoubtedly be swallowed up by this history and her intense obsession, becoming a beast that threatens the safety of humanity.

To prevent this possibility from arising, the Paradise Fairy appeared. Her duty is to await the arrival of a destined person, guide them to the White Dragon Throne, and prevent the birth of the "Beast." And that destined person is you.

You are clear about your mission: whether it is to save your beloved family or to punish the nightmare that wreaks havoc in your country, you must travel to London and meet Mordred.

But now, you have to first

Chapter 181

Give your guide, this lovely fairy from paradise, a name so you don't confuse her with your sweetheart later. You wouldn't want two people responding to your call of "Artoria," would you?

Looking at the pop-up window of the simulator in front of him, and listening to the Paradise Elf beside him tirelessly describing the changes in Britannia over the years, Quinn's lips twitched. Although he really wanted to know who had corrupted his simulator, this time, the simulator was indeed right.

“Alright, I understand everything now. Let’s go, it’s time to leave this place.” Quinn interrupted the fairy’s attempt to explain Britannia’s thousand-year history in one go.

"Great! Your Majesty!" The fairy from Paradise immediately jumped up excitedly, and she took her staff and went to Quinn's side.

"Don't call me Your Majesty, just call me Quinn. The current emperor is Mordred, not me. Also... how should I address you?"

"Alto..."

"Then let's call her Lily."

Quinn interrupted the other person's attempt to reveal his name by saying the address he had already prepared.

Upon hearing the name, the fairy in the paradise puffed out her cheeks. She could tell that Quinn knew her name but was unwilling to use it to address her. However, she couldn't force him, as it would be awkward for Quinn to call her by her name directly. So, being understanding, she simply glared at the man in front of her until he spoke again.

"Then shall we set off to see an old acquaintance? I think Morgan will be happy to see you."

"?!"

Upon hearing Morgan's name, the previously sullen elf of the paradise suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Going to see Morgan? And taking me with you?! When other people commit suicide, they choose a quick way to die, why did you choose slow slicing?

"Um... can I not go?"

Looking at the fairy from Paradise who was no longer angry but only filled with fear, Quinn smiled without saying a word.

Chapter 174 Arrested

On your journey to London, accompanied by fairies from Paradise, you retrace the paths you once walked, returning to your homeland. As you look at the many towns of Britannia along the way, you realize how astonishing the country has changed in the years since you left, most notably the widespread infrastructure development.

[In your time, cobblestone streets and well-organized town planning were only found in important cities. But now, whenever you enter a town, you see clean cobblestone avenues running east, west, north, and south. The strictly planned layout of buildings facilitates the passage of horse-drawn carriages and divides the city into functionally distinct districts. Even on the rural roads outside the city, you can often see road signs to guide travelers, helping those traveling across the island of Britain reach their destinations as quickly as possible. And the cavalry that patrol these roads from time to time fly the British dragon flag high, clearing away any potential bandits or highwaymen.]

[All of this is due to the reforms implemented by Mordred after he became emperor. Thanks to the convenience of these infrastructure projects, your journey with Lily has been exceptionally smooth.]

[In just two days, you saw the towering walls of London and the stern knights guarding the city gates. You saw these soldiers, who once belonged to you, still fulfilling their duties, obeying the Emperor's orders, strictly guarding the gates of London, standing like solid rocks on either side of the gates, and checking all travelers who came to London.]

Clearly, Lily's account is based on her own optimism. In reality, the situation in Britannia is far more dire. Otherwise, Mordred wouldn't be assigned to guard the city gates as a primary combat unit, the Cavalry Knights. It seems that Artoria's plot against her has eroded her trust in those around her. Now, Mordred mostly trusts only the forces she wields, to the point that she needs the Cavalry Knights to ensure the safety of the capital.

Fortunately, the Cavalry were once your soldiers. Even though you have been gone for a long time, in their underlying logic, you are still their primary commander. Therefore, you entered London without any hindrance, and even managed to keep it from Mordred's notice. Unless someone else informs Mordred of your existence, she most likely won't even hear that you have entered London.

You entered London with peace of mind and headed towards the palace. Although Lily had previously shown a strong reluctance to see Morgan, in reality, you were the one who was most afraid.

You don't know what Morgan will do to you after so many years, nor can you be sure of Mordred's attitude after seeing you again. But you do know that if you want to deal with your family, you must first meet with Morgan and win him back.

[This city remains as you remember it, and the palace is still in your familiar location, except for the pillar of light that rises spiraling upwards from the depths of the palace like a giant tree. That is the radiance of the Holy Lance's liberation, and also the pillar that supports this world. That pillar guided you, allowing you to easily arrive at the palace gates.]

Although the palace gates were still guarded by dignified knights, this time you didn't enter directly. Instead, you followed some secluded paths from deep within your memory, sneaking in through a side door and beginning your stealthy journey through the palace.

"...Are you sure this is the right road?"

After navigating several corners and dodging several patrols, Lily finally couldn't help but speak up.

“Of course, I remember the garden is in this direction.” Quinn said confidently. “Based on my understanding of Morgan, she would definitely be in the back garden at this time.”

"But... we've already passed through this corridor three times."

"That was because I was timing it."

Quinn would certainly not admit that he couldn't quite remember the way, after all, even according to his timeline, it had been ten years since he returned here, not to mention the decades that had passed in the Greek simulation.

Upon hearing this, the fairy turned her head away. She knew Quinn was lying, but at this point, she had no choice but to follow Quinn, because she had never been to the London Palace before. Fortunately, although Quinn's memory was vague, he was still the former owner of this palace. After winding around for about ten minutes, a blue rose garden appeared before the two of them.

Seeing this, the fairy of the paradise breathed a sigh of relief. Along the way, they had encountered patrolling guards at least ten times. If it weren't for Quinn's superb stealth skills, the two of them would probably have been arrested as thieves long ago.

But just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her head and saw a pair of cold eyes.

"!"

Looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared behind her, dressed in a glamorous gown and wearing a thin veil, the fairy of the paradise felt her hair stand on end and her hand holding the staff began to sweat. Looking at the face that resembled her own but had a colder temperament, she recognized the other woman's identity.

Morgan, the mistress of this back garden.

Fortunately, Morgan only glanced at her coldly before focusing all his attention on Quinn, who was still staring at the garden searching for someone.

"That's strange. Logically speaking, she should be around here right now."

Quinn seemed completely unaware that someone was behind him, muttering to himself as if communicating with the fairy of the paradise. At that moment, the fairy of the paradise dared not speak and did not know how to respond.

Who should be around here?

Morgan spoke in place of the fairy, suppressing some emotion and using the exact same voice as the fairy, which terrified the fairy even more, causing her to frantically think about what magic she could use to help Quinn escape.

"Of course, it's my beautiful wife, Lily. Let me tell you, Morgan is a rare find in this world."

Chapter 182

"A beauty is like a fairy, as radiant as moonlight..."

Without turning his head, Quinn began to shower Morgan with praise, as if he wanted to extoll Morgan as an extraordinary beauty. At this point, even the fairy of the paradise noticed that Quinn was acting strangely. She looked at Quinn's profile suspiciously and realized that his cheeks were also covered with fine beads of sweat, just like hers.

Even the fairies of the paradise couldn't hide the man's posture, let alone the person being praised. Morgan didn't stop him, but just listened with a cold smile until three minutes later when Quinn ran out of words and said all the praise he could think of. Only then did Morgan bend down, hug Quinn's neck tightly, and kiss him affectionately in the man's ear.

"Is that so? Since you like me so much, how dare you bring other women to my garden? You don't think you can fool me with the tricks you used when you took me to have an affair in Camelot Palace, do you? My dear husband?"

Chapter 175 See you at the Buckingham Palace gates

Death is sweet.

Quinn experienced the sweetness of death more deeply than ever before. The way the woman wrapped her arms around his neck was incredibly intimate. It was as if she wanted to merge him into her body, clinging tightly to him. The soft touch of her breasts against his back was even more alluring. If only the woman's hands hadn't been intertwined around his neck, and her fingers had been positioned perfectly on his carotid artery, it would have been even better.

A woman who can bring men both crisis and pleasure absolutely deserves the title of a seductive enchantress.

If this woman were not his wife, it would be a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, even though they had been separated for a long time and he had married in Greece, Morgan was still his first wife. Quinn was powerless against this woman, and her problems were extremely fatal.

However, this didn't stump Quinn. He was a man who could choose "or" between yes, "or" and "no," so he spoke up decisively.

"Of course it's because I know you wouldn't want to kill me, my dear wife. You know me, I'm not exactly immune to pretty girls, otherwise I wouldn't have traveled all the way to Britain, would I? Besides, didn't I come to find you the very first thing after arriving in Britain?"

"Then explain why this fairy, who looks exactly like my wretched sister, appeared out of nowhere and is here?"

"Sigh, I can't choose who I see first when I wake up. They respawn right next to my respawn point, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Oh, I see. The only way to keep you, this stray cat, at home is to make you a taxidermied specimen. That way, you won't run around everywhere and bring stray cats that have wandered into the house."

Morgan laughed in exasperation, and the five fingers on Quinn's neck began to tighten, but Quinn did not feel any pressure. Instead, he felt a faint itch on his neck, a teasing sensation that Quinn found irresistible.

This woman, really, is still so alluring no matter how much time has passed. Even when she shows signs of madness, she's unwilling to take drastic measures against herself. I love her so much.

Quinn's thoughts were written all over her face, while Lily, who was watching the two interact, was already terrified. She had her staff raised high, ready to strike Morgan on the back of the head at any moment. Quinn, who was being choked, couldn't see Morgan's hand, but she could see it all clearly.

The woman's hands were bulging with veins; she really wanted to strangle Quinn to death and then use necromancy to turn him into a puppet!

The fairy of paradise, who had never seen such a dark woman, trembled. As the guide who was to lead the destined one, she should have knocked Morgan unconscious with a single blow of her staff by now. However, Quinn, as the victim, showed no discomfort whatsoever, which made her hesitate. She began to wonder if this was a different kind of fun between the couple, and she was just a condiment in their flirting.

About ten seconds later, Morgan angrily released his grip, complaining, "When did you regress into a gorilla?"

"Do you really want to strangle me to death?"

Hearing this, Quinn finally realized what was happening and was momentarily stunned. He genuinely hadn't felt Morgan exert any force, but he quickly realized that his physical strength was not what it used to be. Let alone how much strength a magician like Morgan could have, even if Artoria were to...

Well, that humanoid dragon could even strangle itself.

But... I like you even more now that you're so bouncy.

Quinn looked at Morgan, who was full of dissatisfaction, and for no reason found the woman even more attractive. Especially when he thought that she had become so crazy because of him, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of satisfaction.

Immediately, Morgan and Lily's gazes became subtle. In front of these two women who both possessed fairy eyes, Quinn's psychological changes were quite obvious.

"I must have been blind to have fallen for you."

Morgan spoke words of regret, but the anger she felt earlier had subsided. Upon seeing Quinn face to face, her long-simmering anger dissipated much faster than she had expected. Looking at this man who seemed almost unchanged from her memory, Morgan felt an emptiness in her heart. She had thought she was the person who knew him best in the world, but now, she truly saw him for who he was.

"So, why are you still looking for me? When I needed you the most, you disappeared without a trace. Now that I don't need you anymore, you suddenly reappear."

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Quinn asked the question knowingly, pretending to be extremely low in emotional intelligence, which made Morgan both angry and annoyed. He raised his hand to hit him, but then withdrew from Morgan's attack range with a sly smile. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I'm here to take you away."

“Take us away?” Quinn’s answer made Morgan frown. “What do you mean?”

“It means exactly what it says. Mordred can’t maintain this world forever. Her power will eventually run out. You know I’ve already taken care of everything on my end and even bought a house that’s big enough for all of us to live in.” Quinn spoke sincerely, no longer pretending to provoke Morgan. “I made a mistake, and now it’s time to make amends.”

Upon hearing this, Morgan remained silent for a long time. She did know everything Quinn had done in the modern era of pan-human history. After all, it was she who had helped Quinn summon Gawain to the modern era. She had the ability to conduct cross-world observations through Gawain, but she did not expect that Quinn would come all the way here just to say this.

"I thought you wouldn't bring this up on your own initiative."

"Everyone makes mistakes, and they always have to make amends. Give me a chance."

You confess your feelings to your former lover, promising to take her and your entire family away from this collapsing world. You believe this is the best outcome. In the modern world, where you have built up considerable power, you are capable of protecting them all. They can become members of Chaldea and receive their own room in the Europa Mansion. Your idea is excellent, until Morgan sneers.

"That depends on Mordred. Britain isn't ruled by me or my sister anymore. Your good daughter is the master of this world. We can only leave if she allows us to. I've already done everything I can to get Gawain out of here. Otherwise, why would I deliberately project a new anchor point on your side? Originally, according to my plan, I only needed to wait a few more years until the anchor point matured enough to accommodate my consciousness, and then I could use it to escape. But now, you've delivered yourself to my doorstep."