[By unanimous vote of the lords, you have become the new King of Fairy Britain.]
[Although you held no personal desire for the throne, you accepted their nomination—because building a better future for this country was something that girl once wished for.]
[You have triggered the special event: "Coronation".]
[Special Event – Coronation: Your fame in Britain has reached its peak. All the lords are willing to kneel before you. All that remains is for you to wear the crown in the Grand Cathedral to become the rightful King of Fairy Britain.]
["He who sits upon the throne is the true king—please wear a crown dyed in blood."]
[Before your coronation, Grimm came to bid you farewell.]
"It's strange, isn't it? The Holy Sword has already been forged. The divergence point has vanished. Even the World Tree has fallen… and yet, this Lostbelt still exists. Could it be the handiwork of Morgan, hiding in the shadows all this time? Then again, she was one of the greatest magical geniuses in human history. I suppose it's not surprising."
"But what I find puzzling is... where are the Chaldeans? Everything here is already wrapping up, but the ones foretold in the prophecy haven't shown up at all. Isn't that odd?"
"...Chaldea?" Gawain blinked in surprise.
Indeed—where was Chaldea?
If Grimm hadn't brought it up, Gawain might've forgotten all about the real protagonists. Every bit of information suggested that Chaldea did in fact exist in this world. He even heard about them during the last simulation, back in Manchester. That would mean Fujimaru Ritsuka also exists here, yet they've never once appeared through this entire storyline.
Still, Grimm clearly misread the meaning behind Gawain's astonished expression:
"What? You haven't met them yet? That's strange. You should've crossed paths back when that little girl was still around... Ah—never mind. If you haven't, then I suppose the timing simply hasn't arrived. And now, you're about to become a king. You likely have no time to worry about this messy stuff anymore."
"Either way, it no longer concerns me. The pilgrimage of the Child of Prophecy is over, the Holy Sword has been forged, and my mission in Britain is complete."
"If this country continues to survive, then surely it has found its purpose. May it walk toward a different future under your rule."
"Well then—until we meet again."
[Though Grimm departs, his parting words leave you with more questions.]
[You order your Round Table forces to search the coastline for signs of Chaldea, but find nothing.]
[The day of your coronation soon arrives.]
[Salisbury Cathedral, the ideal venue, had been reduced to ruins by Bagst after Aurora's death. Nocknarey suggests using Edinburgh Cathedral instead.]
[You agree.]
[As the host and your most powerful vassal, Nocknarey—representing the Six-Wheel Clan—naturally presides over the ceremony.]
[The coronation is simple: once you wear the crown blessed by the six clans, you will officially be King of Britain. After the ceremony, you will raise your glass and share the joy with all in attendance.]
[You take up the crown. You make your oath. You lift your goblet.]
"Wait. Something's wrong with this wine... I know this poison!"
[Just before you drink, Oberon stops you.]
"What?"
Nocknarey looks down at her goblet—and her expression changes drastically.
Clearly, she hadn't anticipated an assassination attempt under her own roof.
[At that moment, many wind-clan fairies in the audience suddenly draw weapons and attack. Meanwhile, many northern fairies who had already drunk the wine fall limp, poisoned.]
"Death to the tyrant!"
"Avenge Lady Aurora!"
"Kill the butcher who destroyed Salisbury!"
[Only now do you recall those strange-looking wind-clan refugees you saw upon arriving in Edinburgh.]
[But with their leaders gone, the assassins' preparations were sloppy.]
"How strange..."
Gawain draws the Holy Sword, face grim.
"You knew I wasn't poisoned—so what gave you the courage to confront me?"
[Though caught off guard, you are at full strength. You quickly dispatch the attackers with ease.]
[The cathedral floor runs red with blood.]
"...I deeply apologize for this disgraceful incident," Nocknarey bows. Her face is pale.
"I swear you will have a proper explanation. But for now, I'm afraid we must postpone the ceremony."
"Why postpone it? We can continue as planned."
Adjusting the crown on his head, Gawain speaks coolly.
"Isn't this precisely as Einsel foretold?"
"He who sits upon the throne is the true king—please wear a crown dyed in blood."
"Let this crown be stained by the blood of these fairies."
But what concerns him more than the defeated assassins is the reappearance of a long-vanished friend.
"What a surprise... You finally returned, Oberon. And saved me the moment you did."
His expression tightens as he turns toward the man.
He knows—even after defeating the calamity—there remains one final threat: Oberon, the hidden mastermind.
And yet—
"What a silly question," Oberon raises an eyebrow. "We're travel companions, aren't we? Isn't it normal for me to help you?"
"You think I need a reason to be here? I ditched several dates with noble ladies just to attend your coronation. Aren't you a bit ungrateful?"
"...Fine. You're right."
Gawain can't find fault in that.
"Well, now that I've seen you wear the crown, I suppose it's time for me to leave."
Brushing dust off his formalwear, Oberon turns to go.
"Wait," Gawain calls out. "Where are you going?"
"Good question. I haven't really decided... Let's just say—anywhere and everywhere."
He pauses, then answers with a smile.
"The world is vast. I want to see it."
"Huh?" Gawain stares, dumbfounded.
"The Demon King is dead. The hero is crowned. What more do you want from a happy ending?"
Standing in the cathedral doorway, Oberon looks back one last time.
"After all... there's nothing wrong with casting off all burdens and living simply as an ordinary person, is there?"
"...Yeah. You're right."
After a pause, Gawain nods slowly.
"Then—farewell, White Moth Prince. Until we meet again."
"Ugh. Stop calling me that... Whatever. If it makes you happy."
Shaking his head in defeat, Oberon slides on his goggles.
"But thanks. I really did enjoy this journey with you guys. I'm sure she felt the same way."
"—"
Gawain falls silent.
And before he can say anything else, Oberon returns to his chibi form, mounts Blanca, and vanishes in a streak of light across the horizon.
"...Yeah."
Gawain finally speaks in a whisper.
"It really was a dreamlike journey."
[You have completed the special event "Coronation."]
[You are now the King of Fairy Britain.]
[You may now enter the Epilogue phase. Enter?]
[Epilogue Phase: After all mainline quests are completed, you may choose to enter this phase. In doing so, you forfeit all control and observation of your character. The simulator will determine your life's path based on your traits and choices, and present your ending.]
[Entering this phase means you have successfully completed the simulation.]
[Proceed to ending and final evaluation?]
"So this is... skipping to the end, huh?"
In reality, Gawain murmurs as he reads the glowing text.
Feels a lot like Stellaris—where you've technically won, but you can keep playing if you want.
Judging by the prompt, it seems Oberon really intends to disappear quietly this time? To live a peaceful life?
"...Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore. Nothing left to do."
He shakes his head lightly.
With Artoria gone, continuing this save file just feels hollow.
If Oberon wants to destroy Britain, let him. It no longer matters.
Gawain selects "Yes."
[You have entered the Epilogue phase.]
[Simulating the rest of your life...]
[Following your bloody coronation, your first royal act is to launch a purge against Aurora's remaining loyalists.]
[Your vassals support your purge—especially Nocknarey, who uncovers a large spy network in Edinburgh. Executions fill the newly-developed districts. The crown is stained with blood.]
[The Wind Clan, already devastated by Salisbury's fall, suffers another massive blow. Its population drops to one-third of its former size.]
[Outraged by your brutal crackdowns, fairies—especially from the Wind Clan—launch over 1,000 assassination attempts across your ten-year reign. But with loyal vassals, the Holy Sword, and incredible luck, you survive every attempt.]
[You elevate humanity's status, abolishing slavery and granting citizenship. Murdering a human becomes a capital crime.]
[Despite fierce opposition, your Round Table army led by Percival swiftly crushes rebel factions. With major dissenters eliminated and support from leaders like Bogart and Nocknarey, you consolidate power.]
[You abolish many unjust policies left by Morgan's rule and introduce a wave of reforms, greatly improving quality of life.]
[With your innate talent and the aid of the skill Morning Star, the kingdom prospers under your leadership.]
[You are widely revered as a wise and noble king—praised as "the Beautiful and Noble King."]
[You posthumously name Artoria your queen. You never take another consort, living a clean, scandal-free life.]
[Haunted by grief and overworked by duty, you fall ill with an incurable heart-related ailment. Despite the fairies' miracles, you pass away in your tenth year as king.]
[Simulation complete.]