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Chapter 295: The God in whom Queen Maeve Believes!

However, now, many supernatural events had occurred. Gods and magic had also been confirmed to exist. This jinxed number ‘thirteen’ had risen to the spotlight. After the transfer of professional elites from various departments and civil servants, division ‘thirteen’ had become the most important of the intelligence divisions.

In the underground base of the 13th division, a certain individual codenamed ‘Mr. A’ was seated. He was the director of the 13th division, and at the moment he was casually browsing through a dossier containing intelligence reports.

Since the Tokyo Torch Dragon incident, other mysterious incidents had popped up all around the world, and one of the jobs of MI13 was to review these events and determine if superhumans were involved.

However, just like the rest of the world, all the intelligence collected outside by the 13th division was fake and caused by groups of con artists. Only two demonic incidents that happened in Italy and China were confirmed to be true. Other than that, no information on supernatural beings could be called real.

After reading through the materials submitted by his men, Mr. A refocused his attention on the sighting of ‘Christ’ in Kenya. His supposed descent was of great concern for Britain.

Suddenly, a call on his computer rang. His subordinate had sent him urgent information and he quickly scanned it. The contents of the information contained a video.

This was the mysterious incident that happened not far from the coast of Wales. As a result of the current supernatural events, many people would habitually turn on their cameras when they went out in hopes of capturing any supernatural events. There happened to be students who were filming the event, so important information was collated.

After watching the video, Mr. A’s face became more and more stern. He immediately reached out to the officer responsible for the information by phone. After grilling the agent and verifying the event’s authenticity, he walked out of his office and put on his jacket. Turning to his adjutant he spoke sharply, “Inform the Prime Minister and Her Majesty of the events in Wales.”

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London, Buckingham Palace

Cars drove in after being inspected by the palace guards. They all parked in front of the palace. Throngs of people stepped out of their vehicles and walked into the conference room of Buckingham Palace without saying a word. These people knew each, and so no one said anything more.

It didn’t take long for the conference room of Buckingham Palace to be filled with people wearing suits, social elites, academics in plain clothes, soldiers in military uniforms, and old men in religious robes.

Among these people were the Prime Minister, the Minister of Defense, the top brass of the army, experts of occult history, mythology, and archaeology from all tertiary and civil schools of England, and protestant members of the denomination.

Unlike the Catholic Church, which had the Roman Pope, and the Orthodox Church which with its Patriarch, Protestantism did not have a nominal head. Within Protestantism, there were several denominations such as Lutheran, Calvinist, and Anglican. These various denominations had sent representatives to participate in this meeting. As for the elders of major denominations, they had long since run to Kenya for an audience with Christ.

“Her Majesty the Queen has arrived.”

With the ceremonial officer singing, Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain walked into the conference room followed closely by her attendants. The Queen was dressed in a simple white tunic, but her movements were nonetheless graceful and befitting a monarch

“Your Majesty,” the crowd rose and bowed in respect.

Great Britain was a constitutional monarchy. The Queen, of course, had no real power, but the longest-reigning Queen of Great Britain held great prestige in the country. Any citizen of the country would pay their respects when they saw her.

For the British, the Prime Minister was akin to flowing water, and the Queen was akin to solid iron.

Elizabeth II nodded gently to the people present and walked towards her throne. The crowd parted around her and she strode forward with powerful, healthy steps.

At the Queen’s side was her son, Prince Charles, who was nearly seventy years old. He followed his mother with a complicated expression.

It should have been hard to find a seventy-year-old prince in the world, yet Great Britain really had one.

On occasion, he even wondered if he would ever get to sit on the throne. In all likelihood, it would pass over to his son, William, Duke of Cambridge.

When everyone was seated, the conference room doors closed shut.

The Prime Minister of Britain glanced at Mr. A, indicating that he could start at any time.

“Your Majesty, I am the Director of Division 13 of Britain’s Military Intelligence Department. I will explain to you and every one the reason for this urgent summon. This is related to intelligence obtained by our intelligence officers on the coast of Wales. Please watch.”

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Mr. A played the video for everyone in the room. The video was not edited at all to keep it original, but the content was quite long. As the crowd watched, their expression gradually became serious. It could be said that they were amazed.

When the video finally finished, the conference room was dead silent, but soon after, it was in turmoil. Everyone muttered to themselves and whispered to each other, displaying their surprise and incredulity.

“What is the Tuatha Dé Danann?”

“It’s a god of Celtic mythology.”

“Is that the Lady of the Lake written in myths?”

“That strange island at the center of it all is the legendary Avalon? The place said to be where King Arthur rests?”

“My Lord, this is incredible. Please show us the miraculous island again.”

“……”

“Order, order!”

The Prime Minister of Britain rapped the table to signal for everyone to be quiet. The people here were elites and they were able to immediately calm down. Everyone looked at the woman in the highest position.

The Queen nodded and gestured to the Prime Minister, “It is better for you to preside over the meeting.”

The Queen was too old for such mental and physical work. And secondly, although she was the monarch, she was not fit to discuss anything related to politics as she had to maintain a neutral stance.

The Prime Minister nodded his head and looked at the scholars, “The fairy-like thing called the man Connacht Rhys. Does the name appear in any records?”

A professor in mythology from the University of Cambridge shook his head and said, “I am specialized in Celtic mythology, but there is no record of a man named Connacht Rhys in any canonical texts, but…”

He paused for a moment, raising everyone’s curiosity. Only then did he continue in a deep voice, “But, the gods that the ancient Celts believed in were generally tribal protector gods. The gods were named with the location of the tribe and the name of the tribe. So, Connacht Rhys is of the ‘Rhys’ tribe in Connacht. If he really is a Tuatha De Dannan, then he is a god of Connacht.”

“Connacht is the name of a province in Ireland, and it covers the counties of Mayo, Sligo, Leitrim, Galway, and Roscommon. Of course, I can’t tell you if the Connacht now is the same place as the Connacht in mythology. In Celtic Mythology, Connacht is the name of an ancient kingdom. The most famous figure is the legendary Queen Maeve of Connacht.”

TLN: Fellow FGO players, Meave is Medb

Sorry for not putting out chapters for two days, I got food poisoning and I partially blame my friend for it (we’re still friends). I will make up the two missed chapters at a later date.

I was also surprised by how the site looks now. You get sick for two days and so many things have changed. What are your opinions on these changes, everyone?

Hi friends, thank you for reading this novel.