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Chapter 1245 Flower

Morgan held her stomach and staggered forward while holding onto the wall. She felt a stomachache at the thought of using those cloaks with her strange face printed on them as rewards for war activities. Of course, she would feel even more stomachache if the strangers liked them very much.

But, even though it hurts...

Morgan touched the corner of her mouth. She was smiling, perhaps because the throne room had become so lively, or perhaps because the haze of war was blown away by the liveliness. She felt surprisingly relaxed and even straightened her back.

"Are you okay?" Blaze saw Morgan sneaking away and chased after him worriedly. He thought Morgan was still struggling.

"If you really don't like this proposal, we can try another one. I'm sure we can come up with a solution."

Morgan smiled helplessly. Between the thrones, facing the stranger, she was like a country girl. She was very reserved in everything she did, and was at a loss for what to do when she heard it. She would look at him for help from time to time.

But when they left the throne room and were alone, the relationship seemed to return to normal.

An older sister who is a little secretive and gloomy, and a country kid who doesn't quite understand but cares a lot.

"Blazer, I don't hate this suggestion." Morgan leaned against the exquisite stone pillar and looked at the beautiful moon in the sky.

"I grew up in a monastery. Your suggestion is like the first time I wear a skirt that shows my ankles. It is difficult for me to accept this custom."

"But don't worry, I'm good at studying. You see, the clothes I wear now are the ones that would make me blush when I wore them when I was in the monastery."

Morgan turned around in front of Blaze, her skirt lifted up, revealing her smooth calves and bare feet. Blaze admired the beauty of her openly, and Morgan smiled brightly.

She was like a beautiful flower. She stopped spinning, and the moment her skirt fell, the flower also folded its petals.

Morgan had his back to Blaze, his eyes fixed on the dark corridor.

“I’m afraid that people will hate me.”

"How could that be? Didn't those foreigners from the Knights rank flock around you, enthusiastically completing commissions just to see you?" Blaze gestured somewhat at a loss.

"You are not good at lying. You know that those strangers in the knight rankings are simply enjoying the rankings. It doesn't matter to them whether they are having dinner with the Everqueen, the Everking, or an ordinary old man."

"And I also know that when foreigners mention me, they will call me a usurper and a poisonous woman. I have always known this."

Morgan sighed softly and took a step forward. She walked barefoot and silently. Blazer had to follow her closely. Although he had [blindness], he always felt that Morgan would disappear into the deeper darkness without paying attention.

But Morgan stopped at the boundary between darkness and moonlight and did not move forward another step.

"Since the beginning, everyone who saw me cursed me, saying that I was a vicious and evil woman. I never felt bored or angry, because they were just repeating what I had done, which I had never done except for the incestuous love affair with the Eternal King."

"So why did you do all that? Just because you wanted the throne?"

"Yes, but it's more than that." Morgan turned slowly and said softly, "The Eternal King pulled out the Sword in the Stone and was recognized by everyone, and I want recognition."

"King Uther abandoned me and my mother in the monastery. My mother resented King Uther and me at the same time. I was not a child recognized by King Uther, so we were abandoned."

"Her resentment and whispers echoed in my ears until her breath stopped."

"It's not easy for you." Blaze didn't know what to say. When talking about King Uther, Morgan's expression was very calm, as if it was a thing of the past. "These are indeed things of the past."

Morgan seemed to know what Blazer was thinking. He smiled gently and walked on tiptoe on the border between moonlight and darkness, as if he was walking on a dangerous tightrope and could lose his balance and fall to the side at any time.

"After being unable to sleep because of my mother's whispers, I aspired to become a monk, and after reading a lot of books, I saved my mother who had become a vengeful spirit and possessed me."

"But because I was too focused on efficiency and didn't follow some ethical procedures, such as motherly love and daughter filial piety, the monks thought I was too evil and drove me away."

Morgan curled his lips, and there was a hint of complaint in his words.

She had no complaints against King Uther and her mother, but she was bitter against the monks.

"After becoming a monk, I have already stepped half a foot into the realm of magic. I simply went deeper to understand it, to gain more knowledge, and to work hard to improve myself. Nothing can bring me more happiness than improving myself."

"I thought I didn't care at all. After hearing about King Uther's death, I didn't care at all and worked on the task of becoming the Fairy of the Lake. Until I heard about the Sword in the Stone, and heard the rumor that whoever pulled out the sword would be King Uther's successor."

"My feet seemed to be uncontrollably moving towards the Sword in the Stone. When I found that I couldn't pull it out, I deceived myself again, thinking that I was just a researcher of magic who wanted to study the Sword in the Stone, or that I really didn't have enough ability, so I just needed to work harder."

"Later, the Eternal King pulled out the Sword from the Stone. At that time, I was in the crowd applauding him. I didn't envy him because I knew him. He was a simple boy from the countryside. He was able to pull out the Sword from the Stone because he was well prepared. I sincerely wished him the best... until Merlin announced the Eternal King's life experience in public."

Morgan paused, his foot landing on the dark side, most of his face in shadow.

"The Eternal King is King Uther's illegitimate son, who was born impatiently after King Uther abandoned me. He was raised with meticulous care, just for this moment, to pull out the Sword in the Stone under the watchful eyes of the public and become the legitimate successor."

“It was then that I realized that I cared about things that I could never get no matter how hard I tried.”

Morgan's body was shaking and her fists were clenched, as if just talking about that topic made her recall every minute and every second of that moment.

Everyone was cheering, but she felt the world fall apart and she fell into it.

But Morgan looked at Blaze after a brief pause, retracted his step into the darkness, and walked towards Blaze.

"But those are just excuses. No one forced me to become a vicious woman or a witch."

"I could have lived a good life, becoming a fairy in a fairy tale that thousands of boys admired, or a great wizard that everyone admired."

"I cared too much, and took [what I wanted] for granted after working hard, so when I couldn't get it, I made a choice that ruined all my efforts."

“This has nothing to do with other people.”

Morgan stopped in front of Blaze, clenched his fists, and his expression was determined.

"This time I will still work hard, but not for the recognition of others, but for myself, for the me who chooses to pull out the sword in the stone and sit on the throne."

"So before we go back..." Morgan's tone changed and he twisted his fingers together awkwardly.

"You, you have to give me some cheat sheets and tell me some common sense for strangers. I can't always get away with it by pretending to be cool."

(End of this chapter)