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Pollux turned and spoke to Moran.

Her face was full of helplessness.

"There's no need for that. We've been together for so long. Besides, you're still used to addressing me with honorifics. Don't you think that's a bit strange? Don't I know Castor's character well enough?

If he truly hated your union with me, he would have fought me even if it meant abandoning his godhood."

Moran smiled.

He and Castor were not only king and subject who had been together for so many years, but also friends who had shared adventures.

Now, with the added layer of family connection, it would be ridiculous to still say we're unfamiliar.

"In other words, can you imagine Castor being respectful and obedient to me? That's his personality, and Castor also knows how to behave in private and in public. As a sister, you don't need to feel guilty."

"Lord Moran..."

Pollux looked at him in admiration.

She felt Moran's understanding again, and her heart was still beating as always.

"I've already said it, there's no need for honorifics. Although I'm still the king here, there's no temple dedicated to you anymore.

Rather than being the Beast King to whom you once offered your allegiance, I stand here more as your loving husband. Well, in human terms, let us love each other even more."

"hehe......"

Pollux couldn't help laughing.

She smiled very happily.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you're absolutely right. I just thought it would be interesting to let the world know that you have such a soft side."

"Most people only see my brilliance, and therefore fail to see the fire of the stars surrounding the sun. Pollux, admiration and respect are the greatest distance between people."

Moran is well aware of this situation.

His people regarded him as a king without any mistakes, and in fact, this was often the case.

However, this relationship is not equal.

Applicable only to the subjects and the ruler.

"It's true that I love my people, but the truth is, I love you all even more than I love my people. Well, I can only talk about this when I'm with you."

Moran chuckled and shrugged.

Although this is not what a responsible king should say, it is what a man who longs for happiness would say.

The brilliance of his pursuit of happiness is too dazzling.

To the extent that people don’t even think about the reasons behind the king’s efforts, nor do they associate it with personal affairs.

"It's nothing special. I'm the kind of man who prioritizes happiness with my family over the happiness of the country."

"Lord Moran..."

"I've never discussed this with you before. It's okay if you're disappointed with me. It's better to be honest with each other as husband and wife. I don't have anything I want to hide from you."

Moran was not at all nervous.

However, he still resolutely chose to tell him, hoping that Pollux would understand him more deeply.

"No, how could I be disillusioned with you like this! To be loved by you like this. As a woman, there is nothing more blissful than this! I love you...

Even if you are no longer the great Beast King or the epic hero, I will still love you deeply, loving the dazzling you that you are.

Pollux is like someone in love with a young girl.

She hugged Moran and offered him her most sincere love.

Believe that the man in front of you is not dazzling only because he is a king.

The order is completely reversed.

Because he himself is the most beautiful gold, the dazzling sun, that is why he is regarded as a king and a hero by the world.

Chapter 368: Two People Resembling Mother and Daughter [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Fortunately, Castor was avoided.

Otherwise there would not be even a moment of peace. Moran hugged Pollux with great joy.

This is between Moran and Pollux.

It wasn't just the Gemini who came to the present world, but also Morgan, Atalanta, Medea, and others. They had at least received the general information about this era and understood what kind of era they were living in.

Morgan asked, "Husband, is she the child you once mentioned to me, who looks very similar to me in this life?"

"Well, her name is Gray. She's currently studying with me. By the way, she's a child of the island just like you."

Pollux stayed with Moran.

Atalanta and Medea were also curious, as they also wanted to see how similar Grey and Morgan were.

"Teacher...this is Master Morgan...the one that Great-grandmother and the others have always admired, the one from our clan..."

Gray became at a loss as she spoke.

She turned her head, not knowing what to do.

"I am Morgan Le Fay, Moran Pendragon... No, I'm Moran Edelfeldt's wife.

There's no need to feel weird, right? Speaking of blood, I'm your ancestor. So, there's no need to be restrained. It's okay to be close to me. I can smell the blood between you and me..."

Morgan moved closer to Gray.

She reached out her hands and took off Gray's hood, revealing the girl's beautiful face to everyone.

The silver hair shines with a faint luster, as if it is dissolved in the moon.

Beautiful eyes that seem to be embedded in the deep blue sea.

Apart from slight differences in clothing and body shapes, it can be said that the two are like twin sisters.

Morgan doesn't seem like Grey's ancestor here.

More like Grey's sister.

"They really are similar. Even their auras are very similar. This level of atavism is too rare." Atalanta said in amazement.

"They're like they were cast in the same mold. If they were using the method of creating an artificial human, perhaps they could achieve this level. However, the aura of this island child cannot be easily imitated by magic.

Mmmmm… Seriously, it’s a real treat to the eyes!

Master Moran, you have such a lovely disciple and you didn't even tell me in advance! I want to get closer to take a look!"

Medea analyzes from the perspective of magic.

Not only that, Gray looked as delicate and beautiful as a doll.

She felt the urge to fiddle with the figurine.

The two of them and Morgan surrounded her, which made things even worse for Grey, who already had social anxiety.

But who was the most surprised?

Of course it has to be Morgan.

"I didn't expect them to be so similar. The Brakmoya clan is the descendant of my husband and me.

But, even Gawain, Mordred, Agnivan...among my many children, none of them can reach the level of Grey-ni."

Morgan glanced to the corner of the room as he mentioned this.

That Mordred who had been hiding since just now.

Whenever facing his mother Morgan, the usually arrogant Mordred has to be obedient.

"However, even so, it seems that the favor bestowed upon you by the British Isles has not made you happy."

“…Huh?”

"You've been trembling with fear since the beginning, haven't you? That's not the reaction of someone who is loved. It seems that the identity of the Island Child has not brought you joy, but instead brought you pressure..."

Morgan saw through Grey immediately.

These bright eyes seemed to have the power to see through souls; these were Morgan's demon eyes.

Although Grey's bloodline is very close to Morgan's.

However, she does not have the fairy eyes.

This isn't to say that Gray's bloodline isn't pure or anything.

As the Age of Gods Britain continues, modern fairies have long lost the ability of their fairy eyes.

“I, I…”

Gray didn't know what to say.

It's like a corner of the heart is revealed, and no secret can escape the gaze of the goblin's eyes.

It is the demonic eye of the goblin that looks directly into the soul.

"Poor child... Rather than being feared by others, you think it would be better to be a gravekeeper who only communicates with the dead?"

Morgan sees through Grey's true nature.

He knew the pain Gray had been enduring, the pain of the changes brought about by the island's favor.

Everything you know is disappearing.

I am no longer my own pain.

"Don't worry. I won't look at you like that. Your name is Gray, right? You're a strong child. Having a face so similar to mine, and being worshipped so fanatically by your tribe...it's too much for a teenager."

Morgan caressed Gray's face like a loving mother.

Looking at this face that looked so similar to her own, she couldn't help but think of the loneliness she had endured in Yantajar.

I haven't thought about it for a long time.

Since being with Moran until now.

She forgot the loneliness and coldness she felt in her youth, but the Gray in front of her was still tormented by pain.

And the essence of that pain is also loneliness.

It was the loneliness of having no one to look at her, the loneliness of having people think that her existence was unimportant.

“.Woo…”

Gray couldn't help but shed tears.

Few people had ever said such things to her, and she herself had never imagined that anyone would say them.

Atalanta and Medea.

The two of them retreated to Moran's side sensibly.

"Lord Moran, did you realize the problem and choose to bring Morgan to this girl?"

"...Well, while I'm skilled at shining light and dispelling darkness, guidance and love alone aren't enough for Gray. What she needs right now is to face herself and accept herself.

If you can't even accept it yourself, it's hard to survive in this world. I decided to take her out of the cemetery, so of course I have to put her out of pain."

Moran explained his intention to the wives beside him.

He is not only a husband here, but also a teacher who wants to save Grey from the dire situation.

"A mother's healing power is more powerful than anything else. And Gray is almost beyond redemption from her parents' normal treatment. Besides, the best I can do is be a good father and offer guidance. Healing a child like a mother does is not my forte..."

I don't think anyone is better suited to healing Grey than Morgan. She understands this pain better than anyone else."

Moran looked at Morgan who was with Gray.

It's like a mother-daughter duo.

Chapter 369: Two Different Lights [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

When he first saw Grey in the gravekeepers' territory, he felt that the child was too similar to Morgan.