Mana: Goddess Of Destiny

Months seemed to have passed Since Morgana's debut into society. She was a hit with many Noblemen. Gaining many applauses and even taking one duty befitting on the King's Sister. She had been gaining dangerous recognition from the nobles.

Arthur, on the other hand, was frustrated at Faith's intolerance of his sister. He wished they would get along but her.

Faith did not eat Dinner that night as she looked at the moon in Merlin's empty tower. He had been appearing less and less. These days.

Meow~

"Yuyu" Faith called as the little cat crawled onto her l.a.p. "Taking a break from the forest to come to visit me." She patted the pouring felines head softly and gently.

Rome, capital of Italy.

Within the elegant and aesthetically-pleasant room of the Pope's, two maids are hard at work. An elderly man dr.a.p.ed in a violet cassock stood quietly as the maids carefully removed the jeweled three-tiered crown. Though his face is pale and thin, those who saw this man can tell that he was once a handsome young man.

This solemn looking man is the object of admiration for millions of worshippers, a walking personification of God...

The Bishop of Rome, Pope.

Not far from the Pope, stood a black-haired young man leaning close to the window, currently admiring the capital city of Italy. There is an inexplicable expression on his handsome face, like a rose blooming within the depths of hell. Despite knowing the thorns will pierce their hearts, one would willingly be enamored in its bloom.

"Lucius, I believe the situation now does not favor the Saxons."

The Pope looked towards the direction of his illegitimate son. A bittersweet feeling rose in his c.h.e.s.t. This son of mine, he looks just like his mother. Black hair and silver eyes... Like the makings of a devil.

Lucius revealed a sinister grin.

"That is correct. But it does not matter. Our goal is to make them fight amongst themselves. Once their forces are considerably worn down, that's when we Romans will finish the job."

The pope nodded in agreement.

"Lucius, I've been meaning to ask you... the black-haired women in Avalon, she is she strong? No, that's not what I want to ask. Do you wish to pursue her... If you have any worries, come seek me out. I am, after all...." The Pope struggled to ask.

"Your Holiness, please do not worry about such trivial matters. I will deal with it as I see fit."

Lucius looked out the window with an unperturbed expression.

"When will we join the war?" The Pope changed topics

"The time will come soon."

Lucius chuckled.

"But it will be different compared to the last time. The Celts have already tasted victory and would undoubtedly underestimate their foes. It's time for the Saxons to strike back now."

"My son, do you have a plan?"

"Yes, Your Holiness. Barton Hills will be King Arthur's burial site."

The pope finally revealed a relieved expression. As soon as Lucius left The Pope frowned, letting his mind wander within his thoughts. The sun rays entered from the window, shining down on his tow-colored chair. It gleams in the sun, and a wave of dust rippled in the air.