He was the "King" chosen by Great Britain and also the "King" of the fairies. The people of Britain loved him, and he also loved this land... Until that man appeared - "Arthur Pendragon".
He took everything that was his, the people, the throne, the land.
When he first saw the young man pulling out the sword from the stone, there was only one thought in his mind.
He hates, he resents the "King of Men" designed by Uther and Mellie.
He hates, he resents the "Blue Swordsman" who took away everything from him.
He hated, he resented the man he once loved deeply.
He wanted to know for himself the man who was destined to be a king.
He succeeded.
Men died in that war.
The Age of Gods collapsed, Mystery declined, and Britain came to an end.
Everything was reduced to ashes.
Two thousand years have worn away all his enthusiasm, and the long journey has accumulated all his memories. He regrets it, yes, so what if Britain is back in his hands? He looked into the distance and thought of the lake and the sea, and the young man who pulled out the sword.
So he gave it up, so he only had one last wish in his heart
get that man back
Magical modification, very magical modification... Just write it randomly
Motto: Don't let waiting become a regret