Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Some of those former lords were righteous and awe-inspiring, some were self-serving and trying to protect themselves, and many more directly or indirectly revealed their ambitions...

And she was the pawn that ambitious people were most likely to manipulate.

Morgan sometimes sought help, but more often he was on the run.

A princess who has lost her glory and her kingdom is not much better than a wild beast fleeing from a hunter's encirclement.

She was injured and near death time and time again, but she healed herself each time; she was deceived and betrayed; she witnessed conspiracies and ambitions.

She enjoyed delicious royal food, and she also swallowed moldy bread to fill her stomach.

She has received kindness, but more often than not, she has been enveloped in malice.

She wandered aimlessly, her footsteps having unknowingly traversed most of the southern border, witnessing both poverty and prosperity, yet like a rootless duckweed, she had no way to settle down anywhere.

Finally, she arrived at Orkni, a remote and almost insurmountable place, and after many hardships, she gained a sliver of power of her own.

Just when she thought she could return to Camelot through her own efforts.

News arrived that someone had drawn the sword of King Xuan and been crowned King of Britain.

In addition, she is a daughter of King Uther.

illegitimate child……

That day, Morgan stood atop the walls of Orkney, gazing at Camelot for a long, long time…

On the day of her coronation, all the lords who had been conservative, neutral, or wavering—all those who had rejected her—gathered under the banner of the new king to punish the disobedient and rebuild Britain.

Under the new king's leadership, the army swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, quickly quelling the rebellion in the southern border.

All the vassals and all the people were basking in the sunlight, cheering like gods for their new king.

They seem to have forgotten that King Uther once had a daughter, a biological daughter who also fought with all her might to quell the rebellion...

Perhaps, she was just a bubble that was never expected or acknowledged.

Inside the bedroom, as a purplish-red hue spread and diffused, Samael and Meli slowly opened their eyes, their consciousnesses returning from Morgan's dream.

On the bed, the witch, enveloped in purplish-red, light-like petals, was still fast asleep, her brows furrowed as if they were deep furrows that could never be smoothed out.

The ancient serpent remained silent for a moment, its expression somber.

"I want to swear..."

"Don't ask me, I don't judge human character."

The drowsy demon, lacking empathy, gestured for him to leave and watched the show with great interest.

Uther and Merlin, those two old bastards, they're real scoundrels!

Samael cursed under his breath, mentally hurling a torrent of abuse at the two instigators.

He now finally understood where Morgan's resentment towards Artoria came from.

Back then, Merlin and Uther created a miracle through artificial insemination, resulting in the dragon's child, Artoria.

But what's most needed for this seed to blossom and bear fruit is time.

Therefore, before his death, King Uther left his own daughter outside to draw fire and shield her from both open and covert attacks, buying time for his illegitimate daughter, Artoria, to grow and develop.

Just imagine how chaotic the Southern Territory was back then. With Vortigern's hefty bounty, one can only imagine what kind of life Uther's daughter, stranded and helpless, would lead under such circumstances.

At least Artoria had the love of Sir Hector's family and the protection of her adoptive brother, Kai.

Even with Merlin's almost cramming-style, high-intensity teaching, at least this Knight King's childhood was relatively peaceful and happy.

But what about Morgan? He's constantly struggling between being hunted, fleeing, plotting, and trying to survive.

It's a miracle she survived.

What's even more outrageous is that neither King Uther, nor Merlin, nor any of the lords who were loyal to Britain ever gave Morgan a chance.

She was always just bait, a pawn to be thrown out!

Just as they were about to emerge from the abyss of despair and touch the light, someone beat them to it and extinguished all their hope.

Who, no matter how strong their heart, could truly endure such an ordeal?

Now that King Uther is dead, Morgan's only concern is the throne, which embodies a certain obsession of his, and the only person he can vent his resentment on is his half-sister.

This led to her later relentless efforts to overturn Britain's destiny.

It can be said that the conflict and rift between the two sisters was caused by those two old bastards, Merlin and King Uther, from the very beginning.

Now, Samael roughly understands why Morgan always seems preoccupied and intentionally avoids him whenever he sees Samael taking care of the children.

That was a sense of loss, a loss of not knowing what fatherly love was.

After venting his anger, Samael calmed himself down and looked at the witch who was still trapped in her nightmares on the bed, a flash of pity in his eyes.

"It's almost dawn, let her...have a sweet dream."

Mary nodded happily, a pleased smile curving her lips.

As the two figures quietly disappeared, the purple-red petals that had transformed into mist in the room, carrying a hint of warmth, silently drifted into a dream.

In the dream, the chase unfolds once more. The witch, having exhausted her ether, is pursued from behind and faces an abyss ahead, finding herself at her wit's end.

Just as Morgan was preparing for a desperate battle as always, a dazzling sword light flew out diagonally, blasting the enemies into a frenzy.

At the same time, a tall figure wearing a hood and holding a gold and blue longsword emerged from the billowing smoke and dust, slowly extending his arm from within the chaotic army, his eyes filled with solemnity and gentleness.

"Come with me!"

The witch hesitated for a moment, then simply grasped that arm, a feeling of unprecedented fullness filling her heart.

In the early morning, as a ray of sunlight pierced through the window and fell upon her face, the witch, whose brow had unfurled without her noticing, awoke leisurely.

The lingering images in his mind made Morgan cup his cheeks in his hands, slightly stunned.

What a strange dream...

As she murmured, the witch, bathed in sunlight, unconsciously curled up the corners of her lips.

Chapter 49 Professional Fraud Team

"Greetings, Sister Wang."

As Morgan entered the living room, Samael emerged from the kitchen, smiling and waving in greeting. He then placed a lukewarm meal in front of his employer, providing impeccable service.

The witch had long been accustomed to the somewhat offensive yet intimate form of address, nodding slightly in acknowledgment before bowing her head to savor her breakfast.

The moment the first course of sweet soup entered his mouth, the freshness of the plants and the sweet and sour taste of the fruit burst forth on his taste buds, awakening his dormant energy and bringing a strong appetite. Morgan couldn't help but have a hearty appetite and praised it highly.

"It's delicious! Is this a new dish you developed?"

"It's Freya. This child always wants to help, so I found her something to do and suggested some ideas. It turns out she has an extraordinary talent for this."

Samael chuckled in response, turning to look behind him.

At that moment, Freya, who was carrying a pot of stewed meat out of the kitchen, was surrounded by Habertrot, Bavan Shi, and Bagst. The three little goblins were busy looking for a gap to steal some food, their cheeks bulging and their mouths glistening with oil.

Even Melly, who loves to join in the fun, came over and joined the snatching frenzy, causing the young head chef to frantically dodge and fight for the food.

"Don't...forks...can you use forks...wash your hands...at least wash your hands first..."

…Ah… Bagstaff, get off my hand! Don’t jump into the pot!”

Helpless, Freya lowered her demands again and again. Although there was a hint of reproach on her face, her amber eyes shone brighter than ever before.

Morgan also noticed that not only Freya, but also the little ones were getting along very well, gradually developing an atmosphere of family and companionship.

After a chaotic and hectic commotion, the energetic breakfast time finally came to an end.

After releasing their boundless energy, the fairies went about their relaxed and harmonious daily lives: some sunbathed, some played with ants, some cleaned up the dishes, and some drank.

However, this relaxation did not last long. After only half a day, the wind sprite who came to deliver the message brought Samael and Morgan the news they had been waiting for.

The six major clans that received the news have arrived at the Grand Cathedral one after another. Everything is ready and the auction is about to begin.

Less than a day? Aurora's efficiency is amazing!

A hint of amazement flashed in Mary's eyes, then she looked at someone with great interest.

Sure enough, when someone forces you, the effect is different...

The three then exchanged glances and nodded, heading together to the Great Cathedral. Habertrot, looking rather distressed, was tasked with looking after the other three goblins.

Inside the Grand Cathedral, the crowd was bustling. After the initial auction items warmed up the atmosphere, and with the beautiful and elegant Aurora, the most popular clan leader of the Wind Clan, personally presiding over the auction, the atmosphere was quickly heightened.

As the atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly heated, the fairies chattered excitedly, eagerly anticipating the legendary Fairy Holy Sword, the grand finale of the event.

Near the end, Aurora, dressed in a pure white, low-cut, open-chested dress, exuding both sanctity and allure, cleared her throat, raised her small hammer, and struck the bell on the table, making a grand announcement.

"Now, please bring out the last item for auction, the legendary holy sword Excalibur, forged by the combined power of the six great fairy clans during a great calamity!"

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, four maids fluttered their butterfly wings, surrounding a magnificent crystal-carved platform, and flew out from behind the curtain. Among the clusters of crystals reflecting colorful lights, a beautifully designed gold and blue longsword moved rhythmically with light and shadow.

The curious fairies stretched their necks to the limit like giraffes, staring wide-eyed at the scene, marveling at what they saw.

"Is this the holy sword?"

"The Great Mother and the ancestors of the Yalings have all gone to the Star Inner Sea. We have never seen them, so who knows if it is true?"

"That's it!"

However, there were both those who praised and those who questioned the performance.

However, careful observation reveals that most of the skeptics hidden among the fairies possess characteristics of wind fairies.

That's right, according to the plan, these were all shills arranged in advance.

"Since everyone has doubts, I will have someone test the sword to dispel your concerns!"

At this moment, Aurora on the stage, facing the doubts, remained calm and composed, displaying an elegant and gentle smile. With her superb acting skills, she won the favor of the fairies. Only then did she order her maids to pull back the curtain and invite out the professional testers.

Samael, now fully cloaked in disguise magic, strolled leisurely to the front of the stage, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and assumed a posture of gathering power. He also took the opportunity to glance around at the seats in the audience.

The Great Cathedral is now overflowing with people, with many fairies from the six major clans present, and the majority of them being members of the Earth Clan.

Not only that, he also saw an old acquaintance among them, the Winged Clan Chief Murian.

Based on Ether's reaction, it appears that next to this acquaintance is the patriarch of the Rain Clan and the Mirror Clan, who also reside in Gloucester City.

Meanwhile, Mary and Morgan, who had infiltrated the audience, were secretly searching for the figure of the Earth Clan Chief.

Seeing this, Samael nodded secretly and exerted a little force with both hands.

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by a melodious ringing sound, the golden-blue holy sword, drawn from its crystal base, gathered countless starlight, instantly dimming the surrounding lights. Ancient fairy characters emerged from the sword's blade, shining brightly around Samael.

Under the rhythmic tremors of the holy sword, the magic within the fairies, like waves drawn by the moon, formed ethereal tides that rose and fell.

It's true! The Fairy Holy Sword is real!

The fairies, sensing the call, instantly erupted in excitement, their eyes burning with intense passion.

"Starting price: 5 million QP. Each bid must be at least 1 million QP. Let's begin!"

"I'll pay 10 billion!"

"Don't fight me, I'll offer 20 billion!"

"22 million!"

Soon, the fairies who were interested began a frenzied bidding war, and the atmosphere became increasingly heated.

"100 million!"

But then, an overwhelmingly high price was announced, and the room fell silent.

The fairies followed the sound and turned their heads, focusing on the beautiful female fairy with white hair, who was leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed, smiling as she looked around.

"100...101 billion..."

After a brief pause, someone finally offered an even higher price.

"150 million!"

However, in an instant, the seemingly unserious buyer raised the price again to a level that sent the fairies' blood pressure soaring, making them hesitate to even consider it.

As a bidder, Melly put down her bidding paddle, leaned back comfortably in her chair, and elegantly munched on the sunflower seeds provided by the organizers, without the slightest psychological pressure.

After all, no matter how much she pays, it's Aurora who ends up paying the bill. This thing will eventually go back to its original owner.