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"call......"

For a moment, Gray felt very relieved.

My legs became weak and limp.

As for her parents, they didn't know how to react. When they were first told that their daughter was not the reincarnation of the princess, their mood plummeted.

However, the king also said that she was blessed.

My mood is like a roller coaster.

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"Do you have any plans for your future?"

"King... I don't know... Ever since the incident, my life has been disrupted. I don't know what to do..."

Gray replied very reservedly.

She was still uneasy in front of Moran. This was the first time she had established normal communication with someone in many years.

Well, Yad, that guy is not a human being.

"In that case, do you want to go see the outside world? If you want, I can take you out."

"Hey...but it's the clan's rule..."

Gray only then reacted.

The man in front of them was the king to whom their clan was loyal.

And the regulations are there to serve him.

"Haha, Belsac, I plan to show Gray the world outside the cemetery. What do you think?"

"Your command is the Word. It is a great honor to serve by your side. We have no objection."

Belsac said with his head lowered.

The same goes for Grey's parents.

"Look, there's no need to worry about the rules. Just do what you want. I'm not going to force you."

"Wang 24...Is it because of my face...that you care about me so much...?"

Gray hung her head as she spoke.

His expression was still sad.

She believed that the late king, like her parents and clan leaders, all viewed her as the noble princess.

"Gray...how dare you do this...!"

Magdalena raised her head with an angry look on her face.

In their eyes, Moran is not only the ancestor of a clan, but also the eternal king representing Britain and the symbol of faith.

It is a great honor to be bestowed with a favor like this.

As a descendant and a subject, she should just accept it and show respect and love to the king.

And now, Gray dared to question Eun-hui.

Magdalena regretted her daughter's stupidity, and her husband wanted to ask the king for forgiveness for his poor discipline.

Gray was like a frightened little rabbit.

She clutched her skirt tightly and pursed her lips.

What the girl actually wants is very simple, she just wants people to see her true self.

She just wants to find herself.

If a person cannot even find himself, that would be the most tragic thing in this world.

“It’s okay, I don’t care.

Tell me, is it because of your face that I care so much about you?

Haha, I'm not going to deny this. Gray, you look so much like my wife. And I love my wife too.

Moran responded to Gray directly.

These words hit the nail on the head for Gray's pain.

If everyone just wants to see Princess Morgan, then what is the meaning of her life over the past decade?

My life as Gray——

Could it be that it exists simply as a sacrifice?

What is the meaning of her joys and sorrows?

A look of loss lingered on Gray's face, and a pain as if she was being torn apart welled up in her heart.

however--

"But I care about you not just because you look like Morgan.

In my eyes, you are still a citizen of Great Britain, a descendant of my and Morgan's bloodline.

Gray, you are a descendant so similar to her...

I love and tolerate my people and my descendants, so what's wrong with that?"

Moran's words echoed in the room.

Not only Gray was shocked by the stern words, but also Belsac and others.

One sentence calmed everyone down.

They felt a close connection through blood ties and the loving gaze of a king on his people.

"You are not Morgan, you are Grey Blackmoya. I know this better than anyone else.

You are a member of the Blackmoya Gravekeepers, who have adhered to the king's orders and brought joy to me and even to Britain. Even if you weren't my wife, seeing your troubled and suffering descendants, I would want to lend a hand and take care of you. What's wrong with that?"

Moran crossed his arms and said solemnly.

There was no wavering in that gaze.

Dispel all the gloom lingering on Gray's face.

Yes, Moran was watching Gray.

He wasn't looking at his princess.

For the first time in more than a decade, Grey, who had never felt like herself, was not afraid of her own face.

"Woooooooo..."

She cried out in a very awkward manner.

After all, she is just a young girl.

"Cry as much as you want. Confusion and hesitation are also part of life. It is the bitter medicine of life..."

Moran stroked Gray's head.

Warming the girl's scarred heart with kindness.

At the same time, he was muttering to himself.

As expected, he was always helpless when faced with a girl crying in sadness like this.

Seeing Morgan who once faced loneliness.

See how she strives to gain her parents' love, and how she longs for light even in the darkness.

Moran, I like that kind of strong Morgan.

Knowing that Morgan had suffered the same pain as Grey in the past, one was not accepted by anyone, and the other was not noticed by anyone.

Too similar, too close.

It's just that Grey is much younger than Morgan.

Pure fairies are generally unable to give birth to children through physical means, but they do have the concept of reincarnation.

The first generation of fairies will regard the reincarnated second generation as their children.

And Morgan also has fairy blood.

If Morgan had a daughter with fairy blood, she would surely be very similar to Grey.

Unfortunately, Gareth and Gawain are their children.

The blood in his body is more human.

"Well, can you answer me now?

It doesn't matter what choice you make, Gray. I believe that even if you stay in Blackmoya Cemetery, things will never be the same again.

You won’t be wronged anymore.”

Moran's words reached the ears of Belsac and others.

At this moment, they felt ashamed.

They have always ignored Grey's will, thinking that as long as they can welcome Princess Morgan back, it will be enough.

Don't blame them, the Blackmoya clan has held on for too long.

For thousands of years, we have been waiting.

The Blackmoya clan is too devout in their faith, and their sense of mission and belief make them downplay family affection.

As a subject, he was undoubtedly excellent.

But they are also descendants of Moran.

Britain simply gave its blessings, while the Blackmoya clan hoped for the return of the princess. Everyone was looking forward to good things.

Moran couldn't blame them.

I can only say that fate played a terrible joke on me.

"King...I want to follow you."

Gray looked up and said.

It was a beautiful face wet with tears.

She felt the light that dispelled the haze in her heart, and gave an answer out of her own will.

Only the king was looking at himself squarely.

Gray felt like she was going to burst into tears if she wasn't careful. She wiped her wet eyes calmly, lowering her head and nodding repeatedly.

"King, please guide me."

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I vaguely understand why our ancestors pursued this.

Why am I so obsessed with that brilliance?

Strong, majestic, gentle——

It was the light that symbolized the king she worshipped, and it was also the sacred place that the British people pursued.

Feeling the warmth of being held in his arms.

It's like finding a safe haven.

"Gray, I heard what you were thinking. Since you want to follow me, then come with me."

In Gray's eyes, Moran's whole body seemed to be overflowing with warm and dazzling light...

She made sure that she was not seen as someone else, but as a Gray girl by Moran.

The pain of more than a decade is melting away.

It's like being reborn as a new life.