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Morgan smiled thoughtfully.

"I understand."

"Since that's the case, I know what to do."

"My beloved Britain, please forgive me."

After saying this, the King of Britain began to drink alone under the moon.

Morgan made up his mind.

[She decided to entrust everything to her most beloved daughter, who is also the fruit of her true love with you - Mordred.]

[To this end, she secretly arranged many things.]

[As long as there are no major problems, Mordred will be able to ascend the throne smoothly.]

After arranging everything, she disguised herself and left the British royal court.

[And Merry, as if she had anticipated everything, was waiting for her at the gate of Camelot.]

"You're still here."

Mary looked at Morgan in front of her, still with an expressionless face.

"Give."

"..."

Morgan was stunned for a moment when he looked at what Mary handed to him.

"Isn't this the scabbard of Excalibur Gallatin?"

"Why did you bring it out?"

"Because I can sense that you care about it very much, but I can't just take the sword away, so I used this method."

"That's a reasonable guess, right?"

"..."

Morgan didn't know how to respond to Mary's words for a moment.

For her, Excalibur Gallatin is indeed a rare connection with Ian.

But she felt reluctant to take it away from Gawain.

And just removing the scabbard is indeed a way to have the best of both worlds.

"I understand."

Morgan took the scabbard and wrapped it up carefully.

"Thank you, Mellie."

"Don't thank me," the girl replied expressionlessly, "I'm no longer Mordred's swordsmanship teacher. Gawain is."

"And rather than a thank you, I'd rather know the answer to the question at the beginning."

"But now I have a new idea——"

Merry looked toward the road leading out of Camelot.

"Let's embark on this journey together."

"In that case—"

"We will definitely get a more accurate answer."

513. Morgan realizes his love / Merry and Merlin / Heaven's Lost Property (4k)

"Setting off on a journey?"

Morgan looked at Mary who said this to him, and her eyes as deep blue as a lake showed waves of confusion.

"So where are we going?"

Faced with Morgan's question, Mary did not answer, but asked her another question in return.

"Morgan Le Fay, do you really not know the destination of this trip?"

"..."

Morgan closed his eyes, and then heard Ian's voice.

"My Lady Princess, since you have made up your mind to leave Camelot, then you will inevitably embark on the same path again."

"You...maybe you can answer her like this."

When he opened his eyes again, Morgan's expression had become much softer.

And she also had an answer to Mary's question in her heart.

"Merry."

"Do you want me to walk the same path Ian walked?"

"Maybe." The girl Mabel shrugged, as if she didn't care about the answer Morgan left for her at this time.

"I don't know the so-called answer."

"Your answer is the only explanation."

"..."

Looking at Mary who said all this quite calmly, Morgan was silent for a while, and then laughed.

"Your attitude is really disgusting."

"If you just give vague answers when others need answers, you don't have to take responsibility for it, right?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not."

Meili responded to Morgan's words.

"In short, although my behavior may be a little unreasonable, it's not too wrong, right?"

"..."

Realizing that the other party's cognition was completely different from his own, Morgan said nothing more, but simply put the scabbard of the Excalibur Gallatin away.

"probably."

"I don't want to argue with you about this kind of thing anymore."

"I think so too," Mary replied.

“Instead of debating meaningless things, it is better to start from here and consider the scenery along the way.”

Having said this, the girl and the King of Britain exchanged a glance, and then together they left the city of Camelot along the road leading outward.

This may be a never-ending journey.

After all, Morgan had no idea where it would end.

But she also felt that all of this was something she needed to experience with her heart.

Morgan and Meili finally embarked on this unexpected journey.

【They began to walk away along the path you had taken.】

【This is destined to be a story full of memories. 】

Somewhere far away from Camelot.

Morgan and Mary finally arrived here after a period of hardship.

Now in front of them are thousands of miles of wheat fields growing extremely well. Just by looking at them from afar, they can feel the joy of the upcoming harvest.

but--

This is just the perspective of ordinary people.

Morgan and Mary are not ordinary people. As magicians, they can detect the secret of the wheat field at a glance.

It was a work of magic, not something produced by the British soil itself.

"It's a very nice wheat field." Mary's eyes slowly swept across the land full of golden wheat ears, and then she continued with a tone of insight into the facts.

"If my judgment is correct—"

"These are probably all things you created with magic, right?"

Knowing that there was no way he could hide anything from Merlin about this matter, Morgan simply admitted it generously.

"Yes, these are the seeds I made."

"What's wrong? Are you trying to say this is bad behavior? Or do you think there's something wrong with me doing this?"

"I don't care whether this behavior is good or bad."

Meili gripped the staff in her hand tightly and said expressionlessly.

"In the final analysis—"

"That has nothing to do with me, does it?"

"So what do you want to say?"

Morgan looked at Mary beside her. She really hated her attitude of speaking half-sentences.

"Since we're embarking on this journey together, wouldn't it be better to be clear?"

"But it's clear enough—"

Mary met Morgan's gaze, and then pointed to the wheat fields stretching for thousands of miles in front of her.

"Morgan le Fay, can't you see?"

"..."

【Morgan fell into deep thought after hearing Meili's words.】

She began to wonder if there was something she hadn't noticed.

[But when the British king looked at the wheat field, all she saw were ears of wheat that were growing very well and destined to yield a good harvest.]

She subconsciously felt that Mary was playing a trick on her.

【But--】

What if this isn't a joke?

[With this thought in mind, Morgan found you again.]

Meeting Ian was actually a very simple matter.

As long as you close your eyes, that familiar figure will appear behind you.

This is something Morgan has always believed in.

And this time is no exception.

The British king had just closed her eyes when the voice of the loyal knight appeared in her ears.

"My Lady Princess, it seems you have left Camelot."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded. "Knight, do you think there's something wrong with this?"

"No." Ian's voice was still gentle. "I never felt that way."