My mother's love song

Rhodes said with a serious expression: "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to do something else before dinner."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Noknalei's eyes, and she asked, "What's the matter?"

The young man said, "I want to go to the Queen's Tomb to visit Mab's grave. Can you arrange for someone to lead the way for me?"

"........."

Noknalei widened her eyes in surprise.

After a while, she came back to her senses and nodded desperately to the boy.

"Thank you for thinking so much about Mab. I'm sure the predecessor will be very happy.

...You are indeed the best partner for Mab."

Tears of sadness and emotion welled up in Noknalei's eyes.

"Lord Rhodes, please let me call you Rhodes... If possible, let me lead the way for you."

"Okay, I'll bother you then."

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At night, Rod and Knocknare returned to Edinburgh Palace from the Queen's Tomb.

The atmosphere between the two was very good during the process of sweeping Mab's grave, and they were basically talking and laughing all the way.

It was almost time, so they went straight to the banquet hall of the palace to have dinner together.

The luxuriously decorated banquet hall was very empty. There were only Rhodes, Noknalei, and a few scattered guards guarding outside the door in the huge restaurant.

“What a surprise.”

"Huh? What?"

"I thought Noknalei was the type who really liked the show."

Rhode sat down on the guest seat and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to have dinner with your clansmen?"

Noknalei rolled her eyes and said, "No, the nobles are always nagging me, and I don't like eating with them.

Besides, why must he bring others along for this once-in-a-lifetime dining opportunity with Rhodes?

Okay, okay, stop talking about spoiling the fun... Rod, let's have dinner together~"

The young Queen of the North clapped her hands and approached. Several humans dressed as chefs walked into the hall and began to serve the dishes.

Just by looking at the neat team of chefs, you can understand that the standards of Edinburgh's royal dinner are no less than those of Camelot.

The appetizers include English pancakes with chocolate sauce, soft Black Forest cake, rich chocolate mousse, tiramisu, raw chocolate, chocolate croissants, honey chocolate pudding...

"Wait."

Rhode's mouth trembled. Why is it all chocolate? Where is the staple food? Where is the main course? Where are the vegetables?

"Of course. Edinburgh is the headquarters for the distribution of desserts throughout Britain."

Noknalei took it for granted and began to savor the chocolate-flavored lava cake.

The name of the Celtic Queen Maeve in Panhuman History is the Celtic word for "mead".

This is a fermented honey drink that was an integral part of the coronation ceremony of ancient and medieval Irish kings.

If Maeve is the Honey Queen, then Knocknare is the Chocolate Queen.

There was no other choice, so Rhodes had to bite the bullet and enjoy the chocolate dinner with her.

Hmm...it tastes really good, so sweet.

Although I cannot praise Knoknalei's habit of skipping meals and only eating desserts, the desserts in Edinburgh are indeed far ahead of its peers.

Taking advantage of the meal, Rhodes got straight to the point and began to explain to Noknalei the purpose of his visit.

"This is an ultimatum from His Majesty Morgan."

Rhodes took a bite of the chocolate donut and relayed the Fairy Queen's decree.

"On the Ash Coast, slay the Son of Prophecy returning from Orkney.

If I fail to accomplish this, I will break the treaty with the previous king's clan."

"Hey hey... Morgan said so."

Noknalei raised her eyebrows and said without even a second to think: "Let me make it clear first, I will not obey her orders."

"I think so too." Rhodes nodded.

Noknare observed his reaction and said, "Altria rang the fourth pilgrimage bell yesterday.

The voices of repentance drifting from Orkney can be heard as clearly as Edinburgh."

The bells of Orkney are those of the Rain Clan, a position the King Clan inherited from the exterminated Rain Clan.

It was supposed to be Noknarei's job to guard the bell at the end, but of course she did nothing.

From Morgan's point of view, it was equivalent to the King's Clan recognizing the Son of Prophecy.

Noknalei said with an unhappy look on her face: “Thanks to the Son of Prophecy, my soldiers are now in high spirits. Since this morning, they have been clamoring to break through the gates of Camelot before the Round Table Army.

Really... when did I become a team with the Round Table Army? It's better to say that I regard those guys as a thorn in my side."

"But you have decided to form an alliance with Altria, right?"

“…………Found it?”

Rhode nodded: "Although I don't know the details, you and Altria made some kind of agreement, and she accidentally let it slip before."

Noknalei clenched her fists: "That idiot...!"

It seems that Rhodes guessed it right. He didn't actually hear any agreement from Altria, but was just trying to get information from her.

Noknalei was indeed very naive and fell into his trap at once.

The Queen of the North sighed helplessly and said, "My agreement with the Son of Prophecy

When she has her own army, rings at least two bells, and has the authority worthy of a child of prophecy, I will regard her as a rival and accept her challenge. "

Rhode stroked his chin and said with interest, "I see. Is this a duel to decide who will become the leader of the Queen's resistance front?"

Noknalei asked nervously, "…Rod, you won't tell Morgan, right?"

"Well, you can swear to Albion."

"That's not necessary. I trust you."

Noknalei gave Rhodes a trusting look and continued.

"After ringing the fourth pilgrimage bell, Artoria should be rushing to Edinburgh in triumph to ask me for the signing of the alliance.

But it's not that easy. I will show the Child of Prophecy the power of the northern goblins, and then decide the relationship between us as superior and subordinate.

...So I'm sorry, I won't accept Morgan's proposal. It's up to her to tear up the treaty with the previous generation.

If I don't kill the Child of Prophecy I'm going to wage war on the North?

This development was exactly what I wanted. I had already decided from the beginning that I wanted to go to war with Morgan.

So, Rhode...please tell your princess on my behalf that I refuse her order."

"Yeah……"

Rhodes took a sip of the mead at hand and said, "In fact, Morgan had predicted that you would not obey her orders, so she proposed a second plan."

"Oh?"

Noknalei was a little surprised.

According to the fragmentary memories she inherited from Queen Mab, the ruthless Winter Queen would never give a second chance to those who betrayed her.

Perhaps he saw her confusion, and Rhode explained: "To be precise, it was my suggestion."

"Rod's...proposal?"

"Well, I hope you will not accept Altria's invitation to form an alliance, nor send troops to attack Camelot...

Of course, I won't ask you to kill Altria again.

I hope you will remain neutral in the upcoming war.

If you are willing to remain neutral between the Queen and the Son of Prophecy, then Morgan is willing to let you go..."

"How is this possible! I can't do this!"

The pink-haired girl shouted loudly, her pretty face full of confusion.

"Why? Why does Rod want me to do this?"

Becoming the Queen of Britain was Noknalei's lifelong dream, and she thought Rhodes would understand.

However, the man that Noknalei fell in love with at first sight told her bluntly, "Give up your dream." How could she accept this?

"I am the second of the King's Clan. I am the great fairy Noknare, who inherited the power of Mab and is worthy of a queen."

She stared at Rhodes' face closely: "That rumor... is it true?

In the Fairy Calendar, it was you who asked Queen Mab... that all future generations would be subject to Morgan...

That's what the fairies say. Is this rumor true?"

Rhodes frowned and denied unhappily: "That's not the case. Such groundless rumors are an insult to Mab.

She is not a woman who will give up easily just because of a man's sweet words. You should know this best."

Noknalei pursed her lips and easily believed his words.

"If that's the case, why did Rhode ask me to give up participating in the war between Altria and Morgan?"

"Because you are from the King's Clan, the last innocent fairy on this British island."

It has nothing to do with the source of all evil twelve thousand years ago.

He is not a descendant of the six-winged ancestor, but a northern elf born from the remains of Albion. He is their only descendant [King].

Noknarei of the King's Clan is the only one who does not need to atone her sins.

“You don’t need to let yourself bear the sins of this land. You don’t need to intervene in the disputes between the fairies in the paradise, which will only bring you trouble.

Noknalei, if you want, I can take you to the fairyland of pan-human history after everything is over."

“Eh…!?”

"Once we're there, I'll help you become the true Fairy Queen, not the Queen of Dusk Island."

Rhodes stood up from his seat and walked to Noknalei, put his hands on her shoulders, bent down and whispered in her ear.

The boy's voice was like the whisper of a devil.

"Noknalei, can I come to your room tonight?"

Chapter 902: A man and a woman alone, a secret conversation late at night

Edinburgh is particularly dim tonight, and the moonlight is hidden behind layers of dark clouds.

It was already late at night and Noknalei's room was completely silent.

The fairy with long pink hair was still wearing the high-end dress she had worn to tonight's dinner. She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, her beautiful, silent posture like a statue.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Hearing the knock on the door, Noknalei suddenly lifted her butt off the bed.

A look of surprise instantly appeared on her face and she looked towards the bedroom door.

""

However, there was no movement from the direction of the door.

The sound came from the window in the opposite direction.

On the window glass of the room, a hazy human figure was cast by the dim light of the desk lamp.

"Tsk."