"King of Heroes, couldn't you just get the hell away from me!"
"Little girl, you need to let this King teach you what manners are."
"The you from Proper Human History, do you know how polite the you who became the Wise King is?"
Still by the coast, Guinevere and the others knew that the battle in the north was continuing, and also knew that Kingu had just fled the City of Uruk in panic.
However, Guinevere didn't worry about this. She knew that Ritsuka and the others were bound to win, and also knew that the King of Heroes would immediately go to deal with Kingu's matter.
She was sitting cross-legged on a reef not far from the coast, with both hands pressing down on the blade of her Holy Sword.
"Still won't you get lost? If you don't want to handle Kingu's matter personally, then hurry back to the City of Uruk to hold the fort."
Before the great battle, Guinevere wanted to reconnect and nurture her feelings with her sword and the King of Knights. And as the commander-in-chief of Uruk's side, the King of Heroes indeed should not be personally present on the front lines.
Moreover, after Kingu fled from Uruk, the King of Heroes still knew where he had gone, and could even see that he still had feelings for the City of Uruk.
"Mongrel, then this place will be left to you two."
Guinevere's thoughts were written all over her face. The King of Heroes had no reason not to accept her favor, and the natural repayment for this was simply to leave, allowing her and the King of Knights to be alone as they wished.
Thus, a few seconds later, only the King and Queen of Camelot remained by this coast.
The scorching sun, a gentle breeze, the tides, and the King of Knights standing by Guinevere's side.
"What a pity. The cries of seagulls can no longer be heard here, and only deathly silence remains in the ocean."
"Lia, with you by my side, there is not a single regret regardless of where we are."
The sweet words were simple, but their only virtue was that they came from the heart. After saying this, Guinevere directly leaned back into the King of Knights who was kneeling-sitting behind her, only to have her forehead pressed against the back of her own head.
"Being shorter is truly a disadvantage, isn't it?"
"Pfft! That's only when in the Saber class form. Lia, you are actually still concerned about this?"
"Because I want to pull you into my arms from a close distance right now, even though I'm the one who is the King."
The King of Knights spoke in a serious tone, but the words she said were miraculously proactive.
Because of this, even though they were both old wives, Guinevere still suddenly blushed, her heart pounding as she couldn't help but nudge forward and lean back, looking up from below to take in the King of Knights' disguisedly serious expression.
Seeing this, her lips curved into a smile, her waist softened, and her maidenly body lay back upon the King of Knights' lap pillow.
At this moment, Guinevere's hands had left her sword, using only her legs to pinch the slipping blade.
Because of this, Guinevere's freed hands could cup the King of Knights' cheeks, and with a sigh, she gently kneaded her face into a round shape.
"Guinevere, how does it feel?"
"Better than your immature self. At fifteen, you were still too thin, with your growth halted by the Sword in the Stone!"
"But your seventeen-year-old self has a super good feel to her cheeks."
This was Guinevere's tone, her hand resting on Guinevere's cheek as she spoke.
They locked eyes, kneading each other's faces, until Guinevere giggled "Hehehe," and the King of Knights leaned down to kiss the lips of the cradled Guinevere.
"Lia, how many Lahmu do you think are watching us right now?"
The so-called Lahmu were the Second-Generation Magical Beasts... no, they should be called the name of the Second-Generation Humanity being born.
In the Mesopotamian myths and legends, all gods and beings were born from the Mother Goddess Tiamat and the Father God Abzu, but after some unknown time, the gods first rebelled against the Father God, thereby gaining control over the world.
Afterward, the gods began to rebel against the Mother Goddess Tiamat, waging war against her.
In the war, Tiamat lamented and went mad, unable to understand why her children would rebel against her when she loved them, even tolerating their rebellion against the Father God.
Thus, she created the Eleven Magical Beasts as her new children to fight the gods. After her defeat, the gods split her body in two and used it to create heaven and earth.
Of course, in Type-Moon's history, Goddess Tiamat did not die. She was merely exiled to the Imaginary Number Space as a useless thing after creating all living beings and stabilizing the planet's ecosystem.
And because of the pain of being betrayed by her children, she instinctively desired to Return from the Imaginary Number Space, using her own Authority to recreate all things in the world and sweep away everything that had abandoned her.
This was her instinct, and also her "Joy" as the Mother of All Things.
Her name is Beast II, one of the Seven Evils of Humanity, the Beast who possesses the Logos of Regression.
Her very existence was already an obstacle to the planet.
"Lia, if we make an enemy of Tiamat, the Holy Sword of the Planet will definitely be usable, right?"
How many Lahmu were watching the two of them remained unknown, but whether the Holy Sword of the Planet could be wielded was known.
But the problem remained the same problem: Tiamat has no concept of death. Even if the Holy Sword of the Planet annihilated her a thousand times, she could still return from the void.
"Anyway, now that we're here, and since Ereshkigal-chan said no suspicious old men have ever visited her Underworld, we can only devise our battle plan on the premise that the First Hassan truly does not exist."
"Guinevere, are you really going to use it? The Dragon Heart from the Albion Spirit Tomb that Sister gave you? If you use it now, it might be unusable by the time you go to the Lostbelt Sister told you about."
The Dragon Heart of the Albion Spirit Tomb was the only one produced from that place. After being crafted by Morgan and delivered to Guinevere's main body on the Throne of Heroes through Magecraft, it became Guinevere's Second Noble Phantasm in her current state.
By wearing it, Guinevere could possess an endless source of Mana. By unleashing it and allowing this heart to replace her own, Guinevere could transform into the immensely powerful Dragon of Albion until the Dragon Mana remaining in this heart was completely exhausted.
"Lia, you don't actually need to be so pessimistic. When I arrive in the Lostbelt Sister mentioned, I can directly ask a living Albion to recharge the Dragon Heart with Mana."
Still resting her head on the King of Knights' lap, Guinevere smiled. With the First Hassan absent and the Holy Sword of the Planet unable to completely annihilate Tiamat, this Dragon Heart was their most reasonable hope.
Of course, in an ideal scenario, Guinevere could hope for a sudden epiphany and instantly complete the [ Sword of Destined Judgment ].
Or perhaps she and the King of Knights could fully comprehend the usage of their Dual Noble Phantasm, [ The Birds That Fly as One: Our Destined Stars Intertwined ], and that usage could grant Tiamat the concept of death, but that was simply unrealistic.
As for why they were relying on the Dragon Heart...
The Dragon of Albion was a lifeform that existed since the planet's birth, a true dragon, a pure-blooded dragon, the Grand among all dragonkind.
Its level of Mystery and strength were both sufficient to be compared with Tiamat.
Its death was caused by the end of the Age of Gods and the decline of the planet's Mystery, after which it retreated into the planet's interior.
However, this was the Age of Gods, the Babylonia where humans and gods coexisted. If she transformed into the Dragon of Albion, it would truly be possible to directly seize Tiamat and take her straight to the planet's interior, thereby blocking her [ Regression ].