NOVEL NEXT Chapter 35
It was reported that you grew up in Britain. That’s just bloody Britain
Sigh, he swept his hand across his face in annoyance.
Ugh, gnashing of teeth.
‘Everything is about Britain, that Britain…’
His country. Avalon was a land of many beautiful corners.
It was not threatened by demons as Britain was, and at dawn, when the sun rose, the distant tips of the mountain ranges surrounding its borders were white with mist.
For a time, the people of Avalon believed they had pride in their country.
Even when the Oracle came down, they were all anxious to get to Britain.
When the nobles of Avalon became the means to an end, marrying into the houses of Britain.
When the Old King suggested that the nobles should be absorbed peacefully to lessen the damage.
It seemed as if things were always going in Britain’s favor, even when everyone knew they weren’t.
I wasn’t sure where this surge of irritation was coming from.
It was just unpleasant. In this situation, the purple eyes did not recognize him.
And the Duke of Fay and the men in front of him.
“Are you under the control of Britain?”His gravelly voice was heavy. It was a question he asked even though he knew it wasn’t. They were sent by the Duke of Fay.
But he needs a reason to kill them.
Morgana now belonged to the Duke of Fay. The following were also under the Duke’s tutelage.
By all accounts, it was the Duke’s call, not Kellive’s. Perhaps if the Duke of Fay asked for punishment.
But he was not the one to do so, and so they were punished.
A small portal opened beneath Kellive’s hand.
From within, a sword quickly emerged.
Tyrving, a magical sword that only a master of Avalon could wield.
It was the only sword on the continent with magic of its own.
Its wielder, Kellive, was known for his freedom with magic and sword.
The stories of his slaying dragons were not rumors for nothing.
Kellive swung his sword without a sound, and before he knew it, the man next to him collapsed in a pool of blood.
The group raised their swords to save themselves, but they could hardly hide their trembling hands.
“Oh, no,”someone retorted.
“No, no, this has nothing to do with Britain.” “You make it sound as if it does encompass Britain right now.”A faint smile flickered in his eyes, out of character for the situation.
It was more mocking than amused.
The Kellive they knew was a man who could not be beaten at his own game.
“Ey, this isn’t what we were trying to do!”One of them lunged at him, assuming he was the one to judge.
Thud. They didn’t even groan as Kellive flicked his hand.
The shrewd among them scrambled off down the slopes of the mountain.
Kellive was the King of Avalon. They would not be able to move quickly before the eyes of Britain.
It would be a shackle for them, but anything was better than death.
When the men ran down the slope, Kellive didn’t immediately follow them.
Instead, he took off his coat, draped it over Morgana, and nodded slightly.
Because chasing them would be easier than catching a rat.
“Is she dead?”He looked down at Morgana, wondering. She still lay there, motionless.
He watched the figure for a moment.
Looking around, he plucked a wildflower and laid it on top of the covering.
Then he descended the mountain, Kellive following shortly thereafter.
The mangled pieces of the wagon were the first thing he saw.
The secluded spot at the bottom of the mountain reeked of blood.
“In just a few minutes?”The men who had fled were all slumped on the ground.
And in their midst stood a towering figure.
Platinum hair, white and chilling. And a white uniform stained with blood in places.
‘A Briton.’
He didn’t look like one of the nobility.
‘I knew the names of all the noble families in Britain.’
He never knew when or who might draw his sword.
But the man before him was a stranger.
“Where is the lady?” “Lady?”Kellive’s gaze flicked to the woman with the blond hair among those sprawled on the floor.
With a jerk of his chin, he pointed to it.
“I believe one of those people lying down includes the lady.” “Where is she,”he demanded.
“Do I owe you an answer?”The aquamarine eyes stared at him frostily.
A strange pressure stirred something unpleasant in him.
He didn’t know who it was, but he knew it was Morgana he was looking for.
‘Running off for love.’
In retrospect, it was odd that she’d rejected him outright as not her taste.
Before he could finish his thought, Kellive’s attention snapped and tilted.
A swift blade swept past his side.
Arthur, who had been far away, was suddenly right in front of him, locking eyes with him.
“Then I will find her.”Cold, unyielding eyes. He could barely see what lay beyond them.
Morgana Le Fay. “I feel compelled to stop you.”The slightest hint of a smile faded from Kellive’s face.
Dragging a man from Avalon to Britain to die a slow death.
What could be more deserving of punishment?
Blinking, Morgana opened her eyes and breathed heavily.
‘Wow, this stuff really works.’
The original Morgana had once fainted in the mountains when she was very young, after taking herbs with this mixture.
These herbs were practically worthless.
Since the common people couldn’t afford priests, they generally preferred herbs that could heal them, and this kind of thing wasn’t for the penny-pitchers.
But Morgana, who had neither money nor connections, was unlikely to be able to sell these herbs to the nobility.
As such, it was a herb she was naturally not interested in.
In fact, she was fascinated by its effects, which she had never experienced before.
“This must be what they ate in Romeo and Juliet.”Morgana let out an exclamation and quickly scanned her surroundings.
The men who had been guarding her were nowhere to be seen.
“Did they leave me for dead…?”But then, with a whoosh, the coat fell from her body, large and warm.
There was a flower on it, too. It was even white.
So…
“Buried in the mountains…”If she’s buried like this, wouldn’t she just be found as a skeleton later, without rats or birds knowing?
Morgana purred, her shoulders trembling.
Whatever the case, it was important that she was free.
Morgana stumbled to her feet and dropped the dagger dangling from her thigh with difficulty to the floor.
Rolling onto her back, she fumbled with her bound hands to find where the dagger had fallen.
Then she untied the ropes that bound her arms.
“There!”Once my hands were free, it was easier to get to my feet.
Morgana roughly brushed off the mess on her hair and clothes.
The dagger was gripped tightly as if for dear life, in case someone came.
‘Arthur, I’m sorry, I’ll use it and give it back to you.’
The blade was dull and worn anyway, and I doubted he’d notice a few more scratches.
Instead, it would crack her conscience a little.
‘I can only hope you’ll forgive this much for healing, Sir Ector.’
Arthur, as generous as he was, he might listen.
Morgana raced down the mountain, her mind racing.
The sound of sharp metal clanking and grinding could be heard in the distance.
“Ugh, what a mess of swords in broad daylight.”It was always a good idea to avoid drunks and suspicious people.
Morgana deliberately kept her distance and dropped to the ground.
She took the first step.
“I’m out!”She shouted coldly and spun around.
Two familiar faces stared back at her.
Arthur’s aquamarine eyes were on the edge of their senses. He acknowledged her, and then, as if on cue, he relaxed.
It wasn’t just Arthur’s appearance, but also the man in front of him.
The man who stood before him did not belong in this place.
“Confucius?”Morgana’s jaw dropped, and she closed it.
‘No, this guy belongs to Avalon, why is he in Britain?!’
Both of them stiffened, swords drawn.
The air felt murderous, the scent of blood on the breeze.
A shattered carriage and a fallen figure that might have been Levira.
Between them, Morgana diligently scrutinized the scene.
There was a short silence.