The daytime in Britannia has always been twilight-colored, appearing rather beautiful and marvelous.

However, today, the evening glow dominating Britannia’s sky appears blood-like, filled with unimaginable oppression and heaviness, along with an ominous feeling of impending storm.

At the main gate of Camelot, Bagster stands fully armed with his army, evidently prepared for a frontal confrontation.

In a siege defense, staying on the walls to hinder incoming alliance forces from afar would be the best strategy, yet on Camelot’s walls, there are hardly any elves, as they all gather at the main gate, forming a formation designed solely to defend the main entrance.

In a typical war, such an approach is utterly foolish.

But the war happening here is naturally not one between ordinary people.

At this moment, Camelot’s walls are lined with spikes, like a steel porcupine, making passage impossible unless the enemy can fly.

The walls of Camelot are specially made, not only etched with magic but also filled with resilient wood far superior to ordinary plants. If an enemy touches the walls, they will be attacked by magic, and the walls can flexibly respond to various attacks, regenerating instantly even if damaged.

Therefore, to breach Camelot, one must either fly over from above or enter through the three gates: the main gate, the east gate, or the west gate.

Thanks to this, the Queen’s army does not need to worry about the walls being breached. By positioning a vast force before the gates, they can simply prevent the enemy from advancing.

Securing the three gates undoubtedly prevents a significant dispersion of forces.

In a typical siege, the attackers usually need to outnumber the defenders by three times to have a reasonable chance of success, and against the formidable city of Camelot, without at least five times the forces, attempting to breach it is mere fantasy.

This is excluding the intervention of forces like the Elf Knights.

With an Elf Knight guarding the gate, even a thousand troops charging might be stopped by just one of them.

Thus, when the alliance forces learned of Bagster’s willing assistance allowing them passage through the main gate, they were undoubtedly delighted.

This would save countless sacrifices and troubles in the siege, raising their odds in this war by at least thirty percent.

Yet as the war is about to erupt, Bagster, once determined to aid the alliance forces and oppose Queen Morgan, finds his mind in turmoil unprecedented.

"Letting such a thing pass into human history, think with your muscle-brained head about how many tragic events and catastrophes humanity will face!"

Reiger’s cold reproach still echoes, leaving Bagster’s mind unsettled for a long time.

"Did I make a mistake?"

Bagster is not someone who disregards others’ opinions.

Though she advocates for brute strength and muscle, unless she loses her mind and goes berserk, Bagster’s thinking is quite cool and rational.

Compared to Lancelot, who appears cool and rational but is impulsive and acts on self-interest, the seemingly brutal Bagster is truly capable of rational thought.

Thus, Bagster must question herself about whether she has made the wrong choice.

At this moment, Bagster begins to recall her life.

Like Lancelot, Bagster, an Elf Knight, is of noble origin, differing from Bawan Xi.

Though only a few hundred years old since birth, Bagster’s origins can be traced back millennia.

It was during the year 1000 of the Queen’s Reign.

The year 1000 of the Queen’s Reign marked the first "Great Calamity" since Morgan ascended as queen.

The Moris army launched a fierce attack on Britannia, from which a king emerged, strong enough to overpower even the strongest elf clan in Britannia—the Tusk Clan. The Moris King’s army led to the demise of the first generation Grand Duke Reineck, who was a friend of the savior Ash and rendered the Tusk Clan powerless.

Decades later, Woodworth, as Reineck’s successor, the second Grand Duke and a returnee champion, became the new chieftain of the Tusk Clan. As the Hero, he successfully vanquished the Moris legion, and the Moris King fell to Woodworth. Nevertheless, before vanishing, the Moris King cast a curse upon the Tusk Clan.

Since then, deadly black hounds capable of indiscriminate attacks, consuming elves and Moris alike, began to appear in Britannia.

This continued until the year 1600 of the Queen’s Reign.

In the year 1600 of the Queen’s Reign, Bagster was born as an elite elf within the Tusk Clan.

Yet unlike her predecessors, Bagster’s appearance differed drastically, resembling more a horned human than a member of the Tusk Clan.

For some reason, she somehow controlled the black hounds that devoured elves and Moris, gaining strength by consuming others.

Thus, the elves realized that the Moris King’s curse had begun manifesting within the Tusk Clan.