Akasha Bloodriver: Yes, all the multiverse knows the Little Squirrel. Yes, Leo is very happy to see the legendary King Arthur in action.To have Iskandar at the Round Table is to have someone as unstable as Mordred and more arrogant as Lancelot and with less remorse to take what interests him than these two put together. Artoria is not interested in a remake of the Battle of Camlann. As Waver says: "Do not underestimate the power of Formalcraft and the knowledge of mythology".The Aloades were able to capture Ares and he was not able to free himself (he needed the help of Hermes).So by using the Formalcraft to rebuild their bronze barrel, we can capture the power of the sword of Mars.
Sawtooth44: I have no response to my requests.
Boyzilla: thank for your interest. An all hail Little Squirrel the First !
Chimeric Lunar Sea... of Peace
Six months after the Irish Sea Naval Battle
The world was in the midst of reconstruction...
After years of war between the Fog and humanity... and men among themselves peace had arisen from the arrival of two new actors.
The world had almost disappeared, devoured by an entity of pure greed, Velber, the Umbral Star, programmed into forgotten eras, much before the appearance of life on Earth and by an alien race so powerful and so foreign that it matched the beings that men called "gods".
But the Earth had survived thanks to the intervention of a similar creation... although for opposite purposes, the Moon Cell.
When such entities so superior to mortals arose in their conflicts, they made them very ridiculous.
When the last shots were fired and the survivors had discovered that the sky, the wind, the sea and the sun were still there for them... there was a huge rumor, a commotion which rose from each city spreading in the countryside... A cry of liberation.
Huge crowds poured into the streets to celebrate their liberation. Velber had been defeated. The star of destruction would not return for twelve thousand years.
This mixture of euphoria and chaos lasted several days.
Then, gradually... things returned to normal.
I mean, almost...
As ordinary people returned to their daily problems it was to realize that the rise of the waters was continuing that famine was still reigning and that intercontinental communications remained sporadic. The situation remained catastrophic and the forecasts pessimistic.
Of course, after the joy of the first few days, the small world of politicians and financiers had resumed its usual dance around their personal interests. The world almost disappeared? What important? All they cared now was taking advantage of the end of the war against the Fog. It had whole countries plagued by anarchy, islands and archipelagos that no one had heard of for nearly twenty years... and their resources to plunder.
Less than a week after the fighting was over, the entire world's television network was buzzing with squabbles and absurd debates over the "ownership" of territories and resources again available. Of course, the tone was rising and the discussions of the first few days soon became dialogues of the deaf where everyone displayed his arrogance. They barely avoided pretending that Velber had been defeated thanks to them and them alone, but we were not far from it.
It was absolutely heartbreaking.
If the history of humanity had taught us anything, it is that no war, no catastrophe, had ever changed the profoundly selfish nature of men. The strong crushed the weak, plundered their resources and paid lawyers to explain that law was for them.
No nation escaped completely from this slump.
However, among the distressing news discovered in the television, there was one that first attracted some amused smiles, but which soon eclipsed all the others...
In the United Kingdom, the House of Lords and the House of Commons had been sitting for several days to deal with a problem that had never arisen since the establishment of the Magna Carta (the Great Charter, the foundation of the United Kingdom Constitution):
King Arthur was back.
After much debate, the consensus was:
Not having died (although not living in the strict sense either) and having never abdicated, King Arthur (or Artoria) was still legally king of England! The Saxon kings who had reigned until 1066 were usurpers. The following dynasties: Normans, Plantagenet, Tudors... had just ruled the throne in the absence of the legitimate king.
Prime Minister Harwey proposed a referendum to the people of the United Kingdom. Could King Arthur take back the throne? In a democracy, after all, it was appropriate for the people to decide an issue of this importance. Officially, Leonard B. Harwey remained neutral... but the images of Artoria's fight against Iskandar "inadvertently fled" to the public media.
On the one hand, a king who had little interest in the press because of his private misfortunes, on the other, the legendary King Arthur with Excalibur.
Two months after Velber's defeat, Artoria Pendragon was sworn in before the House of Lords, confirmed in her royal duty by 98% of the population of Scotland, England, Wales and Northern Ireland.
This may seem secondary, but the King of England was also sovereign of a total of sixteen kingdoms and empires (including Canada, India, Australia and New Zealand). He was also the theoretical leader of the fifty-two Commonwealth states.
This was a collection of symbolic and dusty titles back from the British Empire era.
However, the swearing-in of King Arthur was seen all over the world in an explosion of joy... and also a little concern.
Because some remembered that the United Kingdom had allied itself with the Fog and that the Scarlet Fleet (the Fog fleet in Europe) had received British crews.
In the months that followed, most corrupt and businessman politicians of all kinds learned to fear Artoria.
Custom had made the King of England a mere puppet who only read speeches written for him by the parliament? No one could turn King Arthur into a Yes-man, and everyone realized it very quickly... especially since the Prime Minister, the government, and the citizens supported her.
Moreover, Artoria Pendragon did not hesitate to affirm that any king of England she was, she remained a human king. All rulers of the world had to remember that the power of the Moon Cell was unparalleled... and that its Sovereign was on Earth.
As feudal monarch, Artoria was also well placed to understand that between a theoretical right and its actual exercise, the difference was one thing: military power.
When the first commercial and fishing vessels began to sail timidly, they faced a renewal of piracy. A fleeting returns of piracy... because the fleets of the Fog commanded by Admiral Francis Drake soon made the profession too risky. The fact that Drake was a pirate herself made it even more ironic.
And when disputes between nations degenerated into war, the interposition of Servants as powerful as Altera, Iskandar or Darius III made confrontation impossible. Very soon, the states turned to more peaceful means... these three having a certain talent to calm the most fanatical bellicists... especially Darius III. When the Berserker summoned his legions of the living dead... the soldiers who were in front ran away!
As the use of violence became impossible, politicians and businessmen then endeavored to use their skills to manipulate the media and the courts to win their case. They were at their expense. Hakuno Kishinami had soon provided evidence of their machinations, delivered by their own computers. Above all, the Inheritor of the Moon intervened everywhere to help people in distress, depriving them of their support. The futuristic technology of the Fog allowed curbing the disasters caused by pollution while advances in synthetic food put an end to famines. The progress of cloning technology during the war was used to prevent the extinction of several endangered species. Above all, a cordon of constructions appeared on what remained of the ice floes on both poles, to cool the waters and put an end to the flood. We owe them to the Moon Cell; they literally appeared from nothing, demonstrating once again the incredible ability of the extraterrestrial supercomputer to distort reality. This was the most spectacular intervention of the Holy Grail, but not the only one. In fact, wherever the wearer of the Regalia encountered intractable problems, all she had to do was appeal to the colossus of photonic crystals to make the impossible possible.
Twelve thousand years after the end of the age of the gods, humanity knew again an age of miracles.
Caernafon is a city in the north-west of Wales. Four months earlier, King Arthur recognized it as the site of the legendary Camelot and decided to settle there. Since then, a second castle stood near the small town. Unlike the fortifications of the thirteenth century, the work of King Edward I, the second had been built in one day... yet it surpassed in size and splendor. A veritable forest of pepper towers crowned with multiple standards blew in the wind over numerous ramparts defended by Effigy.
At the foot of the walls, a small port welcomed the MN Surcouf.
The castle could easily have accommodated ten thousand people, but only a few dozen humans and Heroic Spirits lived there permanently. In addition to a banquet room and a council room, there was also a throne room with a replica of the famous Round Table.
- This is ridiculous!
The one who had just spoken was a teenager with long brown hair and huge liquid eyes. She wore a brown school uniform. Embarrassed, she blushed and turned her head to escape her Servant.
Artoria Pendragon stood next to her, holding a crown.
- Master, I do not understand your insistence on refusing to take what is rightfully yours. You are legitimately the ruler of the earth as the ruler of the moon.
- But... I never asked to become queen!
Artoria looked at her and narrowed her eyes:
- Most kings are born kings and are educated as such, others must conquer their throne. These by the grace of their efforts deserve even more their position. In any case, your personal opinion as such is hardly relevant. Who feeds the people of the world and protects them from invaders except you, my Master? You are in fact occupying this position. You must exercise it as your title. A king is at the service of the people of his kingdom and must meet their expectations.
Hakuno turned to a Servant in red stooped in an armchair:
- Archer!
The tone was supplicating but Nameless simply crossed hands and smiled ironically:
- I suppose I am partly responsible. I still remember our first meeting... of that pitiful Master who survived the Moon Cell Holy Grail War playoffs by my one pity. I pushed you to train to improve your weak talents... and now look at you!
A little anger passed into Kishinami's eyes:
- I'm asking for help, not compliments.
He spread his arms wide and winked, without ceasing to show his irritating smile:
- Reap what you sow!
Hakuno swept the room with her eyes, seeking help, but...
Iskandar shrugged her broad shoulders: "Bravo petite, empress of the world? It is you who deserves the title of "Queen of the conqueror"!
Drake stopped counting the Spanish doubloons that formed her last payment. She laughed frankly: "Sacred booty, Girlie, the whole planet".
Darius content himself with roaring... but at the same time what could be expected of a Berserker?
- Master!
Kishinami turned to the Servant hanging on her arm. Since she had saved her, Altera hardly left her side... moreover, she seemed unable to stop hugging her. It was very sweet, adorable even... but it was also boring in the long run.
- Master!
- Yes, Altera, yes?
- Master will be a very great queen.
Hakuno sighed with the air of someone who had to swallow slug soup... She took a look at the Regalia. Maybe she could ask the Moon Cell to reincarnate her far, far away... in a place where no one would call her Sovereign or Queen of Earth!
END
Author note: It's the end! It's sad. On the other hand, I'm glad it's over. My feelings are very ambivalent. I wrote a short story because I wanted to be able to put the word "end", rather than try a huge project and not finish it.
Some of you have already figured that out, but I've already started another project with Hakuno. You will find her confronting the creatures of the Myth of Chtulhu in "Fate/ Extra: Music of the Spheres". Are the creatures of the Myth immune to her Utimate Noble Phantasm : Head Tilt EX Rank?