The sight of thousands of soldiers dropping to their knees all at once.
It looked as though a vast forest had bent at the waist in a single instant before the wind.
The King of Fidach could not believe what he was seeing.
"W-What are you doing...?"
He looked at his soldiers. Elite warriors he had always believed would lay down their lives for him.
But not one of them was looking at him.
Every gaze was fixed on one man alone: Arthur.
"...No. No! I am the King of Fidach!!"
But no answer came back.
Then one old veteran slowly rose and looked at the king. He was a hardened warrior covered from head to toe in old scars.
"Your Majesty."
His voice was calm.
"No."
"......?"
"Not anymore."
In an instant, the King of Fidach's face turned deathly pale. The old warrior slowly turned toward Arthur.
Then he folded both hands over his chest and bowed his head deeply.
"The law of the Picts is singular. The strongest is king."
That one sentence spoke for the hearts of all the soldiers.
It was not loyalty. It was not faith. It was an absolute and unchanging law engraved in the blood of the Picts, far older than either.
By contrast, the King of Fidach had completely lost his reason.
"Shut up!!"
He hastily drew his sword.
"You traitors!! You are my soldiers!! I am your king!! Kill that bastard at once!!"
But no one moved. Instead, a few soldiers slowly raised their heads and looked at the king.
There was no fear in their eyes. No anger. No respect.
The king realized it then. He was already no king at all.
Among the Picts, the throne was not a seat passed down by bloodline. The first to inherit it by blood had been his father, Cruithne, and he had only been able to do so because his own strength had been exceptional as well.
But Arthur had felled Moidart, their absolute hero, with a single stroke of the sword.
From that moment on, the throne had already changed hands.
"Aaaaaaaah!!"
Consumed by madness, the King of Fidach charged at Arthur.
It was the final struggle of a man who had lost everything.
Booom!!
The mana of the red dragon erupted explosively. Crimson mana spread in all directions like a massive storm, and the birds flying overhead scattered with shrill cries.
And the tip of Caliburn touched the king's throat.
The cold edge brushed his skin.
"If you're going to be a king, then at the very least you need the kind of strength your people can entrust their backs to. You were never fit for it."
A short sentence.
That was the final judgment passed upon the King of Fidach.
A golden arc flashed through the air like lightning.
Silence fell once more over the entrance to Bruin Alba.
The one who broke that silence was the old veteran.
He slowly rose, lifted his spear in both hands, and laid it before Arthur.
"O great victor."
It was the oldest rite among the Picts.
The first spear offered when a defeated tribe swore loyalty to a new king.
Beginning with that act, thousands of warriors set down their weapons one after another and bowed their heads before their new ruler.
A thunderous roar from thousands of voices echoed through the mountains of Bruin Alba.
That cry seemed to roll beyond the forest, beyond the mountain range, and spread across all of Pictland.
Thus the battle came to an end.
Since the fighting was over, Arthur decided to rest for the time being. His subordinates were all Picts, but the advance had been faster than expected, so taking a break was acceptable.
More than anything, it was about time for Mordred to sleep, and that was what decided it for Arthur.
The Picts might not be very intelligent, but they were good at doing as they were told. Perhaps because they had built so many camps before, they put together a campsite in the blink of an eye.
Arthur was feeding Mordred her baby food and patting her back when it happened.
The surviving leader of the Picts came to see him.
Queen Moidart.
Though, to be fair, calling her a queen was a stretch from the start. Her tribe numbered only five hundred, so chieftain was the more fitting term.
Perhaps true to the Picts' rapid healing, the wound Arthur had given her had recovered without leaving even a scar.
Of course, since her clothes had been cut as well, the leather that had covered her chest remained torn, leaving one breast exposed.
Still, perhaps because her race had no need for breastfeeding, her nipple was not visible the way it was on other Picts.
"What is it?"
"...... Is that your child?"
"Yeah, my daughter. Why?"
"Certainly, she looks strong even though she is only a newborn. I can see the makings of a warrior in her."
Picts were weak as babies too. Perhaps because of that, they had a sense for how much potential a child was born with.
The reason the Picts praised Mordred was not only because she was Arthur's child. It was also because of the exceptional talent she had been born with.
Moidart nodded, then suddenly shouted at Arthur.
"New king, impregnate me!"
"...Yeah, that move was more or less what I expected."
Arthur had seen plenty of women like this in manga, the type who demanded that the man who defeated them put a baby in them.
So it did not surprise him.
"I am the strongest woman among the Picts. That should be a good thing for a male, shouldn't it? I have never accepted any male until now. They were all unqualified. But you are different. You are worthy to sow your seed into the womb that is me!"
"That's a dizzying thing to say. At the very least, isn't that not something you should say in front of a child?"
"Does that have some meaning?"
"Ah, right. Picts."
Even if the baby could not understand, it was not the kind of thing to say in front of one. But they were barbaric Picts to begin with, so worrying about that kind of ethics was meaningless.
Arthur burped Mordred and set her down. For him, it was a moment that required some real thought.
In truth, it would be hard to find a heroic woman in Britain as remarkable as Moidart.
Arthur's goal was a harem, to have the finest women. Moidart was more than qualified to be added to it.
She would be especially useful in bringing the Picts under control. The issue was love, but in a sense he thought this might work as a case similar to Caenis.
In Caenis's case, she had gotten drunk, pounced on him first, and ended up becoming his lover.
This was similar in its own way, and the upper Picts did have some concept of family, so it seemed possible.
Still, he hesitated. Would the existing members really accept a barbaric woman like this?
So he went around asking them...
"Do it, my lord."
"Can't you just do it? I have no intention of objecting."
"If it's what you want, Arthur, then I won't oppose it."
"It's your choice. I'd welcome it."
Ushiwakamaru, Barghest, Medea, Morgan. Not one of them voiced opposition or concern.
On the contrary, they approved so readily that Arthur found himself wondering if this was really right. As they watched him head back to Moidart, the women whispered among themselves.
"Dying for our lord is an honor, but even so, being fucked to death is a bit much."
"Seriously. To think he'd be virile enough to fuck a Heroic Spirit or a fairy to death."
"Haa... that's honestly a little frightening. Everything else is fine, but that stamina of his is scary."
"Exactly. He's my younger brother and my husband, but in this matter, I'd rather he took many women into his bed if only to relieve that sex drive and calm it down."
If anything, they wanted him to increase the number of women around him precisely because of his overwhelming virility.
Of course, they meant women in the position of concubines and sex slaves rather than lovers like themselves. Perhaps because their common sense was different, the way they thought was different too.
And in any case, kings and emperors were meant to have many consorts, and sleeping with countless women for the sake of heirs was practically part of the job.
That was why they would rather bring in more women to ease Arthur's excessive virility.
How bad did it have to be for Heroic Spirits to worry about being fucked to death? And so, reassured, they watched Arthur leave Mordred in Morgan's care and lead Moidart into his tent.
A little while later.
"Unggiiit♡!!!"
Had it been ten minutes? No, it did not even feel like ten minutes, and yet sounds that should never have been heard were already spilling out.
For one thing, it bothered them that he had not cast any soundproofing Magecraft, though perhaps he had decided there was no need since everyone around was Picts.
The important thing was that it somehow already felt as if the strongest woman among the Picts had lost.
Soon Arthur's hand shot out from the tent and made a beckoning gesture.
Everyone exchanged glances, and while Ushiwakamaru was hesitating over whether she should go or not...
Tzzzt!
"M-My lord!?"
Arthur controlled Ushiwakamaru's body and made her come to him. She looked at the others in confusion, while they seemed relieved that it was not them.
And so she walked to the front of the tent and was grabbed by Arthur's hand and dragged inside.
But then...
"Huh?"
It was not only Ushiwakamaru. Even though he had called for her, no one else came, so Arthur simply took control of the others as well and made them come to him.
In the end, everyone was dragged off, leaving Morgan alone. She tried to move away while taking care of Mordred, but before long Ushiwakamaru came dashing back out.
She burst out using footwork so swift it was nearly teleportation. Her body was drenched in sweat, and she reeked of semen.
And the look in her eyes was not hers.
It was Arthur's.
"Why aren't you coming, Sister?"
"U-Um... I got plenty of mana last time, so I'm still fine for now."
"I'm not fine."
"B-But I have to look after Mordred."
"Stheno."
A moment later, Stheno popped out from somewhere and snatched the sleeping Mordred away from Morgan.
Then she gave a sly grin and vanished using Presence Concealment.
"........."
"Come on, Sister. I'm still not satisfied, you know?"
"A-Are you even using shared senses or something?"
"As if. I don't want to feel what it's like to get fucked. I'm still doing it right now, so I just used Ushiwaka after she passed out first."
And so Morgan was seized by Ushiwakamaru and dragged away, while the women's cries never ceased from Arthur's tent.
"Hmm, is he really that incredible?"
Nobunaga, who had been drinking, looked toward Arthur's tent.
"If you're that curious, why not join in? You're not just some other woman. If it's you, he probably won't refuse. You've been together a long time."
Stheno suggested that she resolve that curiosity for herself.
Nobunaga was a little drunk, and her pride had already been stung by the fact that he had never laid a hand on a self-proclaimed peerless beauty like her.
"Heh, fine. Shall I use this chance to sort out the pecking order? I, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, will surely be a demon king even in bed!"
Of course, she was a virgin and had no experience, but she was overflowing with baseless confidence.
"Master! Let me have a go too! I'm done with being on the ignored course!"
Brimming with confidence, Nobunaga strode into the tent. Stheno watched her, gently stroking the head of the sleeping Mordred.
"Ogogogogok...♡!!!"
Not long after, Nobunaga's voice rang out.
"I'm sowwy! I'm not a demon king, I'm a female in heat♡!"
It had happened not long after she had swaggered in.
"I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming againnn♡!!! Ahheeeet♡♡♡!"
"Mm, that does sound nice."
Holding Mordred in one arm, Stheno leisurely sipped her tea.
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