Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 274

The news of the King's passing spread like wildfire throughout the realm.

This was the King, renowned for his triumph over the treacherous Vortigern, his fearless battles against monstrous creatures, and his tireless efforts to unite the divided land of Britain. Now, his formidable presence was forever lost.

The King had been a beacon of prosperity, instilling hope and inspiration in the hearts of his people. His wisdom was unparalleled, guiding the kingdom through times of hardship and turmoil. Alas, he has departed from this world, leaving behind a heavy burden of sorrow.

It was the injuries sustained during the dangerous expedition in Roman Empire that ultimately claimed the King's life. The wounds proved to be fatal, leading to his untimely demise.

The first person to discover the King's departure was Merlin, the trusted advisor and confidant of the King.

It was whispered among the people that as the King left this mortal realm, a serene smile graced his features. Some even speculated that in his final moments, he offered a prayer for the welfare and prosperity of his beloved subjects.

Mourning flags, draped in black, were promptly hoisted throughout the kingdom, symbolizing the deep sorrow that had engulfed the land. The air resonated with the cries of grief-stricken individuals, their sorrow echoing far and wide.

Word of the King's passing also reached the neighboring realms, which had experienced the profound impact of his rule. Sympathetic and deeply moved, they sent heartfelt condolences and expressions of mourning for the departure of the Eternal King.

The King's mortal remains remained veiled from sight, shielded by a shroud of secrecy. Only a select few trusted knights and loyal companions had the solemn privilege of preparing his body for its final voyage. A meticulously crafted coffin awaited, ready to cradle the King's earthly form as it embarked on its journey to the eternal rest, upon the vast expanse of the sea.

As tears cascaded down her cheeks, Morgan, the chosen successor to the throne, led a procession of knights and citizens. Together, they formed a solemn escort, accompanying the King's coffin on its journey toward the coast.

The carriage came to a halt, and the coffin was gently lowered to the ground. A gathering of somber clergy members stood in attendance, their voices resonating with mournful recitations and prayers, as if attempting to encapsulate the profound loss that had befallen the kingdom.

In the wake of this solemn moment, countless individuals took solace in fondly reminiscing about the King's storied past. Tales of valor, wisdom, and benevolence echoed through the hearts and minds of those who had been touched by his radiant presence. Alas, that light had now faded into the annals of history.

As the mourners bid their final farewells, the coffin was tenderly lifted and carried towards the vast expanse of the ocean. A vibrant tapestry of flowers adorned the vessel, as if nature itself had conspired to honor the departed King. Slowly, it set sail upon the waves, drifting steadily toward the distant horizon.

"Mother? Mother?" Agravain's voice broke through Morgan's reverie, pulling her back to the present.

Startled, Morgan blinked away her thoughts, her exquisite face marred by tears that had unknowingly dampened her dress.

"It's time for the elegy," he gently reminded her.

"Oh... Oh..." Morgan shook her head, attempting to gather her emotions, and began reciting the elegy that had been painstakingly prepared. Her gaze appeared vacant, as if her mind and heart were elsewhere.

The King has not passed away; he has simply fulfilled his mission and returned to his home.

She had been aware of this truth from the very start. Yet, despite her knowledge, why does her heart now ache and suffocate, torn apart by agony?