"Melusine, you really haven't grown up."
"Hehe… Being with Brother like this, exchanging opinions, and understanding each other makes me happier… Also, because I'm a dragon… I'm very attached to body warmth at night…"
Melusine justified her behavior.
At the same time, she wore a smile that made it impossible to be angry, leaving Moran with no choice but to show a helpless smile.
[The lump of flesh once pulled out of the mud,]
[Now grown into a graceful dragon fairy, her unparalleled beauty is like a unique gem.]
[Even when going out, she needs to lightly veil her face,]
[To avoid attracting too much attention from others.]
[Of course, this also has Melusine's own thoughts; she believes that even this beauty belongs to you.]
[After all, what she chases is your radiance.]
"If Brother wants to become a king, I will continue to serve you as a knight! It's most fitting for you to rule this Britain. We are the guardian dragons of Britain! From a moral standpoint, we already have a justifiable reason~!"
"That's right. If we build on this foundation and add the reputation accumulated from traveling across Britain, if Moran declares himself king, no one would dare to question it lightly."
Morgan and Melusine shared the same thoughts.
Over the past two years, they had witnessed the state of Britain and had also provided assistance to various places along the way.
"Yes, that's what I think too. Our journey ends here; it's time to truly move forward. Morgan, Melusine, I need your help," Moran said.
"As your wife, I will accompany my husband to the end. First, let's start by building a castle. When shall we build it? I've already prepared everything. Just choose a suitable day and time to inform me. I will build it magnificently."
Morgan was full of confidence and anticipation.
[She had a unique talent in architecture.]
[Entrusting the castle to Morgan would not only be highly efficient, but she could also configure various magical formations.]
[No one's defensive spells could be better than hers.]
[She had been looking forward to this for a long time.]
[After all, it was about building a love nest with her husband; she would put her all into it.]
"Since Brother has such high expectations of me, I must respond accordingly!
However, I'm afraid of loneliness and lack confidence. I really want to look at your face all day. If I'm left alone, I might want to burn everything down…"
[Melusine, who appeared majestic and unshakable in front of others, was a cold and aloof knight.]
[But in reality, she was deeply afraid of being alone, had a lonely personality, and had a somewhat self-destructive nature.]
[Because she was originally "a lonely, abandoned existence."]
[Before meeting you,]
[She was a lump of flesh wriggling underground, driven by instinct.]
[Without self, without emotions, without goals.]
[When she gained emotions and was pulled out, what she felt was an absolute desire not to lose this warmth again.]
[Her heart lacked a sense of security.]
[Thus, this made Melusine particularly clingy to you; she was a young knight born with a sense of tension.]
"Melusine, others see you as graceful and consider you a model knight."
Moran patted Melusine's head.
He was slightly troubled by Melusine's words, unsure if her attachment to him was a good thing.
Happiness and worry were mixed in equal parts.
"…Yes! I know, I understand. I'm the knight Brother is proud of! So, I will learn to endure loneliness and always occupy the first place in your heart!"
"Hmm, you don't oppose Morgan… Could it be…"
"Brother and Sister Morgan are spouses, but that doesn't stop me from liking Brother, right? Spouses are spouses, lovers are lovers. I think this is quite good!"
Melusine said eagerly.
She didn't reject Morgan becoming Moran's wife because she had aimed for this from the start.
In a way, this was even more troublesome.
Fortunately, Morgan was currently engrossed in planning the future castle and didn't hear Melusine's words.
Thinking of the distant Lostbelt,
In the Lostbelt, Melusine was given the name Lancelot by Morgan, who must have seen through her nature.
This name suited her perfectly.
Morgan, by Moran's side, had not yet realized this, but Melusine had already made her lover declaration.
Just thinking about the possible future scenarios,
It was enough to give one a headache.
"Hehe, no matter how you look at it, the road ahead is not going to be easy…"
Moran already felt a faint stomachache.
It was better not to bring this up now.
Otherwise, it might stir up a dangerous situation.
Although he believed Morgan wouldn't make a big deal out of it, he knew he wouldn't have an easy time during the process.
[You and the two women had finished discussing.]
[Although your current team was small, executing your ideas wouldn't be difficult.]
[The power you held far surpassed that of other nobles and kings, giving you the ability to carve out your own kingdom.]
[Currently, the various tribes on the island of Britain were constantly facing threats from the Saxons and Vortigern.]
[It wasn't uncommon to hear of a clan being wiped out every few days in Britain.]
[Under the overwhelming numerical advantage of the Saxons,]
[Another batch of tribal clans met a tragic fate, their villages and towns about to be consumed by flames—]
Screams, roars, and wails were endless.
Houses and streets were engulfed and destroyed by spreading flames, and the living were being slaughtered one by one.
Taking food, seizing women.
Sparing none, killing all.
The Saxons, driven by survival, extended their claws to others, feeding on their flesh and blood.
As long as they held the banner of survival, people would become extremely cruel. Such scenes were happening everywhere on the island of Britain.
This was just one of them.
The rising flames caused buildings to collapse, and explosions accompanied by loud roars erupted.
Countless bodies lay on the ground.