The sword was created.
Caliburn.
But as of right now this sword was nothing more than nameless sword.
An sword that nobody knows about and has no desire off.
If anything, this sword will be nothing more than curse for those who don't know.
And so, Erza was given an task.
"BECOME THE KING OF BRITAN."
Erza took on the form of a man and took on new name, Uther Pendragon.
An new identity, with an goal of becoming an king and prove the might of the Caliburn.
And so, she went around, proving herself as an hero, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people.
Over and over again.
Becoming an symbol for her people in their eyes.
Becoming an hero for her people in their eyes.
Becoming the king for her people in their eyes.
…
But she was once again nothing more than her parents puppets.
