The conference went without a hitch after the brutal display of cruelty. The smarter variants of parasites hid themselves well. They would be hunted down like the rest of their corrupted brethren in due time.
Mordred left the throne room, leaving the clean up in delegations and bodies to the surviving members of the royal court.
"Please wait, your majesty." A young priest with tan skin and white hair rushed to Mordred's side. "Why did you give me the position as your royal advisor? Should there not be preferable candidates other than myself?"
Mordred halted and grinned. "Can you find those other candidates?"
"I-I-I am not sure." The young priest was taken aback by the rhetorical question.
"Until then, you get the job." Mordred firmly declared before resuming her advance through the halls.
"Your majesty, please take this more seriously." He copied Mordred pace and desperately pleaded. "Britain is currently undergoing a monumental reformation under your rule."
*Sigh* Mordred was once again forced to pause in the hallways. "You are bluntly honest and unwavering in your sense of justice. I haven't found anyone better suited to my advisor other than you."
Mordred leaned towards the man's face, stopping his retorts before they could be vocalized. "Don't you want to right the wrongs…Uproot the evil from their roots so that no more innocents will be harmed without just dues. You are already acting like a responsible advisor by criticizing my brazen choices."
The new monarch walked away from the shaken man as he contemplated her words. The power he was granted would indeed empower him to unearth those villains. He could further preach his morals, while saving others from a similar fate.
It was perfect, yet he was still hesitant to confidently receive the role. The gift of power felt undeserved.
"Yoo sprout, you coming or what?" Mordred reached the end of the hallway leading to an intersection, waiting for him to catch up.
"Yes your majesty." His doubts would have to wait. He was graciously given the strength to do good for Britain. This chance would not slip through his fingers. If he did find someone else more fit to be the royal advisor, he would happily retire his place to the candidate.
Now though, was him and he would do his utmost to raise Britain back to its former glory, perhaps beyond that.
"Why isn't this working!" A silver haired individual angrily demanded to a hooded figure. "You said the Holy Grail would grant my wish! To allow me to regain my purpose in this world!"
"Fascinating." The clothed man cupped his chin with his right hand. "It would seem that the individual in question refuses to return." He looked down at the corpse of the King of Knights.
"Why!?" The knight was exasperated by his misfortune. "The grail can do anything so MAKE IT HAPPEN, CASTER!"
"I surely can accomplish it." The hooded man grinned. "But, are you willing to sacrifice everything for it?"
The knight's eyes widened, not because of hesitation, but anticipation.
"Yes!" He grasped his chest, his eyes blazing in a ferocious determination. "I will do it. Be it my life, the very world; I will do everything and anything!"
The hooded man's smile widened at the knight's proclamation. "Good answer."
