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Morgan Le Fey.

In a sense, this name had evolved into a specific cultural symbol with the rise of the legend of King Arthur.

Just like the witch of betrayal in Greek mythology, Medes.

The woman who instigated Mordred's rebellion and indirectly destroyed the Kingdom of Camelot was also seen as a symbol of " misfortune " and " betrayal ", and thus directly equated with the term " witch ".

If one were to say that Artolia, who was honored as the Knight King, was the gathering of all the good virtues in the world, then the Knight King would be the most beautiful person in the world.

Then, as the Witch of Britain, she was the embodiment of all evil schemes in the world.

The more people admired Altolia, the King of Camelot, the more they hated Morgan Le Fey, who had personally pushed Camelot to eternal damnation.

For this reason, many literary works derived from the legend of Arthur would subconsciously demonize her, and even describe her as a witch who hid in the mountains and forests and secretly refined poison.

But now, after Shaya unsealed the poor crow from the ice block and allowed it to return to its human form, the crow was still alive.

He suddenly realized that Morgan was quite different from the Demoness in everyone's minds.

She had a delicate and pretty face that was not inferior to Artolia's.

Of course, this was understandable.

After all, they were half-sisters and had inherited the powerful bloodline of the Red Dragon.

It was understandable that they looked similar.

At the same time, there was something more important.

Under the face that was 90% similar to hers, the woman named Morgan LeFey also had a perfect curve that Altolia couldn't match.

The proportion of the golden curve was not excessive at all, nor was there a flaw. Every part was perfect.

When Morgan, who had successfully returned to his human form, didn't pay attention, he fell into the water with a splash. It even stirred up a large amount of white, bubble-like water. However, it successfully recreated the beautiful scene of the birth of the goddess of beauty in Greek mythology.

At this moment, Morgan, who had also fallen into the river, didn't look evil or despicable at all.

On the contrary, she was as pure as a goddess in myths.

"Haha."

An interesting scene appeared in Shaya's eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh.

It also made the already furious Morgan even more furious.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She reached out her hand and splashed the water randomly while pulling at Altolia's hair subconsciously.

"You annoying illegitimate daughter!"

" I'm going to kill you!!!"

……

How should he put it?

Morgan's courage was worthy of praise.

However, compared to the dragon, Artolia, the human Morgan was nothing.

She had indeed learned a lot of magic tricks from Merlin, but in front of Altoria's dragon skin, which was naturally B-class in terms of magic resistance, she was no match for Merlin. The fireworks-like magic show was really not good enough.

As for fighting…sorry, even Shaya, who did not know any martial arts, could easily subdue the seemingly weak and powerless Princess Elder of Camelot with the brute force of this body.

"Weak, too weak."

"A weakling like you wants to compete with me for the throne? You want to take revenge on Futigeng?"

"I think you should just find someone to marry and pin your hopes on your child!”

"By the way, you're already so old. Is there really anyone who still wants you?”

Five minutes later, on the grass by the river.

After the initial discomfort, Shaya was now able to control her body freely. She could attack her enemies while spewing trash talk at them.

This undoubtedly tormented Morgan.

If it was just a physical blow, it would be fine.

However, Shaya's foul words had severely damaged Morgan's pure and unsullied heart.

As a noble Red Dragon Princess, when had she ever suffered such grievances?

However, Shaya, who was spouting trash talk, didn't seem to have any self-awareness. Instead, she was getting more and more excited.

He had no choice. He was really too aggrieved.

The resentment that had been sealed in the Sword in the Stone for ten years had almost driven him crazy.

Now that he had finally found a channel to vent, he naturally had to curse to his heart's content.

Thus, when things developed to this stage, Morgan's identity was no longer important.

Even if she wasn't a person but an ordinary stone, Shaya, who was dominated by anger, could still spit at her for the entire night.

However, the problem now was:

Morgan wasn't an emotionless rock.

He was a living person with a normal mind!

"Tell me, do you still want to fight with me for the throne in the future?”

"I…"

"What about me? I think you're still not convinced! He was still scheming some unspeakable conspiracy in his heart.”

"You…"

"What? Did I poke the nail in the coffin? You vicious woman!”

"To tell you the truth, a woman like you will never be recognized by the King-Choosing Sword.”

"You, I, I…"

Morgan, who had been scolded by Shaya for a long time, was incoherent.

In the end, he ended the topic with a sorrowful whimper.

"You annoying illegitimate daughter!"

"I hate you the most!"

She shouted, feeling wronged.

The tears that she had been holding back for a long time finally burst out of her eyes uncontrollably and rolled down her cheeks.

Her mental state had collapsed, and she could no longer maintain her dignity as a " sister."

She cried.

Shaya was dumbfounded.

……

Morgan's sobbing was like a warning signal.

It pulled Shaya, who was immersed in anger, back from her previous crazed state.

When Shaya regained her senses and saw the tear-stained princess, she instantly realized what she had done just now.

"I actually made a woman cry?”

"Gui gui…this isn't something a man should do.”

Shaya was dumbfounded and blamed herself in her heart.

He wanted to comfort Morgan, but he didn't know what to do.

Comforting women was not his forte.

Fortunately, from the very beginning, Shaya was not fighting alone.

"Are you feeling better, Sir Shaya?”

Just as Shaya was feeling helpless.

A gentle and smiling voice suddenly sounded from the depths of his heart.

To Shaya, this voice was like an angel from the legends-no, it was more like a savior.

"Leave the rest to me.”

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