Stepping into the great hall, Lamorak's gaze was drawn to Morgan, who sat on the golden throne.
The white-haired, beautiful princess's eyes were calm, yet a flickering light danced within them.
Moonlight streamed through the hall's massive windows, falling upon the throne and her, making her appear as beautiful and holy as the moon goddess reborn, yet with a hint of majesty lent by the throne.
"Lady Morgan, all who dared to touch what is yours have been eliminated."
Lamorak averted his gaze and knelt on one knee.
As if suddenly snapping out of a daze, Morgan's pupils focused, her attention falling on the kneeling knight before her.
She was silent for a moment, then softly commanded, "Lamorak."
"Present, Lady Morgan."
"Come before me."
"Yes."
Watching the handsome white-haired knight ascend the steps, a mischievous thought suddenly crossed Morgan's mind.
"Take off my shoe."
"Yes, Lady Morgan."
Without hesitating at Morgan's strange command, Lamorak knelt before her and removed the black high heel from her foot, revealing a delicate, snow-white foot.
Morgan crossed her left leg over her right, slowly extending it so that the arch of her right foot rested against Lamorak's chin, forcing the young knight to look up at her.
"How many did you kill?"
Morgan spoke softly, her tone nonchalant, as if raising an unimportant topic to start a conversation.
"Approximately 2,000, Lady Morgan."
Lamorak's expression was calm. Neither his tone nor his face gave any hint that he had just slaughtered 2,000 people.
"Not enough."
Morgan slowly moved her foot. Lamorak could feel a soft touch glide across his lips, his nose, and finally stop beside his cheek.
"I need you to kill more. Kill every noble and their knights within this capital, aside from the commoners and the city guard."
"Can you do it?"
"I will not fail to carry out your wishes."
Lamorak's reply was swift and decisive.
Morgan said no more. She ceased her movements, quietly meeting his gaze.
Her eyes were a deep blue, his a brilliant azure. In the moonlight, they reflected each other's image.
"Don't you want to ask why?" Morgan finally spoke after a long pause.
Hearing this, a small smile touched Lamorak's lips. He shook his head slightly and said,
"A knight's duty is to obey. I need only to fulfill your commands. The reasons are not for me to question."
"No matter what, I support your decision."
Hearing his words, Morgan couldn't help but smile, a note of relief in her laughter.
"What if I told you I wish to be crowned king immediately?"
"Then I will assist you in becoming king."
[You don't know why Morgan suddenly had the idea to claim the throne now. Although it's not the best time, you still went along with her idea.]
[You are keenly aware that you are just a knight. Even with a deeper connection and an ambiguous, intimate relationship with Morgan, you are ultimately just a knight.]
[You trust that Morgan has her own considerations. All you need to do is support her and offer yourself.]
[Thus, you and Morgan finalized the plan for her coronation, to be held at sunrise.]
[And before sunrise, a feast of slaughter would be held by you, the King's personal guard.]
[You have acquired the skill 『Protection of the Night (B)』]
[Protection of the Night (B): As Morgan's knight, you are blessed by the night. At night, you automatically gain Presence Concealment and your True Name is hidden. Your stealth capabilities are greatly increased.]
[The night in the capital is destined to be a long one.]
[Relying on 『Protection of the Night』, your figure moved like a phantom, appearing in the residences of nobles who had occupied the prosperous buildings throughout the capital.]
[Every place you passed, the night bloomed with more flowers of blood and corpses with slit throats.]
[During this process, you felt a steady improvement in all your physical attributes. Magical energy surged through you like a great river, delivering a continuous stream of power to your body.]
[All of this seemed to tell you that you were gradually adapting to this new body. Once you fully mastered it, perhaps the Afterglow of the Divine Age would truly shine upon you, strengthening you into a superhuman comparable to the heroes of the Divine Age.]
"Is this really a good thing?"
Feeling the amount of magical energy in his reserves still slowly increasing, Lamorak couldn't help but smile wryly.
His 『Afterglow of the Divine Age』 skill was tied to the Divine Age of Britain. Logically, in an era where mystery was fading, his strength should be declining, not improving.
But the fact was, his power was still growing.
This was clearly related to the White Dragon, which represented the final counterattack of the Divine Age, a being that devoured light.
The Tyrant King Vortigern, who now occupied seventy percent of Britain's land, was undoubtedly a sword hanging over the heads of all Celts.
In fact, logically speaking, the ideal king for Lamorak to serve should have been Vortigern, not Morgan or the yet-to-mature Child of the Red Dragon.
After all, his strength and life were intertwined with the Divine Age. Only if Vortigern conquered the entire Isle of Britain could Lamorak's life be sustained.
But he couldn't turn back now, nor did he want to.
The reasons had all been stated. Once a knight pledges to a lord, he cannot betray them. That is the honor of a knight.
Tilting his head to dodge the final strike of a dying knight, Lamorak casually plunged the spear he had taken into the man's heart, then let out a heavy breath.
That was the last enemy. The capital now appeared prosperous and peaceful on the surface, but its interior was filled with blood and littered with corpses.
The commoners and guards were completely unaware, still slumbering in their peaceful dreams.
But if anyone were to wake in the night, they would discover the streets littered with bodies, and even human figures hanging from the lampposts.
This was all, of course, Lamorak's handiwork.
In any case, most of these nobles and knights were tyrants who had plundered their lands and oppressed their people. Calling them capitalists wouldn't be far off.
Hanging them from lampposts seemed rather fitting.
With Morgan's barrier in place, the commoners couldn't wake up, and the nobles couldn't escape. Lamorak could do as he pleased.
It was only after he had killed everyone and completed his mission that he remembered a problem.
If the commoners woke up to this scene, forget attending Morgan's coronation—they'd be lucky not to faint from fright.
Realizing the problem, Lamorak was filled with regret.
Great. I should have just buried them on the spot after I finished. Now I have to clean it all up myself.
Looking at the devastated capital of Camelot, Lamorak shed a tear of regret.
Fortunately, as a former Executor, he had extensive experience in cleaning up murder scenes. Now, it was just a matter of returning to his old trade.
Thinking of this, Lamorak couldn't help but sigh at how he hadn't found it troublesome to learn a bit of this kind of magecraft back then.
Ah, magecraft truly is a convenient thing.
[Out of necessity for Morgan's coronation ceremony, you spent a long time cleaning up the entire capital.]
[Fortunately, with Morgan's magical barrier, everything outside, including the sunlight, was blocked, giving you enough time.]
[After you reported back, Morgan dispelled the barrier. The first ray of sunlight of the day fell upon Camelot, waking the residents who were oblivious to the bloody events of the night.]
[When they left their homes, they were surprised to find the streets as clean as if they had been swept.]
[They soon discovered that the nobles and their knights who had arrived uninvited a few days ago had also vanished, as if they were the trash that had been swept away.]
[Just as everyone was feeling bewildered and terrified by this scene, numerous heralds emerged from the royal castle, which had been silent since King Uther's death.]
[They ran to every corner of the capital, announcing to everyone that the Princess of Britain, King Uther's only heir, Morgan, was about to ascend the throne of Camelot and be crowned king. They commanded everyone to go to the royal castle at noon to attend her coronation.]
[This was, of course, your doing.]
[At sunrise, you found the awakened kingdom's guards and used force to persuade them to temporarily join Morgan's faction, providing the necessary labor for the upcoming ceremony.]
[When the people heard that the so-called princess to be crowned was the one known as the witch, Morgan le Fay, their first reaction was disbelief.]
[Then, panic, fear, and even despair began to spread. People were either grieving or preparing to flee.]
[Clearly, you had underestimated how deeply Uther and Merlin's slandering of Morgan had penetrated the public consciousness.]
[You reported this to Morgan and suggested sending people among the populace to stir them up, using herd mentality to gather all the residents of Camelot.]
[Furthermore, you proposed using magecraft to temporarily control and influence all the residents, at least until their preconceptions were changed, to ensure no unfavorable news about Morgan left the capital.]
[Morgan agreed to the first half of your suggestion but unexpectedly rejected the idea of using magecraft to control the people.]
"Lamorak, you should understand that a proper king does not use magecraft to bewitch the people to consolidate their throne."
Morgan stood before the throne, her gaze passing through the white crystal chandelier to the murals on the ceiling depicting the deeds of Britain's past kings. She then looked at the knight kneeling beside her.
"Or are you saying you don't trust me?"
Hearing this, Lamorak immediately lowered his head.
"Never, Lady Morgan. It's just that..."
"No 'just that,' Lamorak."
Morgan waved her hand, cutting him off. She leaned down slightly, her fingers lifting his chin.
She seemed to love this gesture, to love looking at that handsome face, to love seeing that his eyes held only her reflection.
"You just need to bring the commoners here. And then, witness my coronation."
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