Xingyue, the strongest heroic spirit is myself

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In this room where it was just him and her, and there was no need to pretend.

Nidhogg was in a relaxed state, and his usually repressed instincts finally remembered that he was a sexually promiscuous adolescent boy who was tempted by the witch and instinctively longed to do something to her.

Morgan seemed to feel something, and she turned back to look at Nidhogg.In the beautiful blue eyes, the corners of the mouth were raised with undisguised ridicule.

As a witch, Morgan is the kind of person who says: Kneel down, lick your feet, surrender to me, and I will reward you.

The room became quiet, except for the faint and shallow breathing.

There is a warm atmosphere in the air.

Darkness and silence are considered bad things most of the time.

But at this time, darkness enveloped the two people who were shoulder to shoulder, and in the silence, one could almost hear each other's heartbeat.

It seems like only each other is left in the world, and the big bed has become an island.

At such times, words become redundant.

The witch liked this feeling very much, and the tyrant said that he also enjoyed it.

Morgan is not the kind of person who likes to show off very much.

Witches are always wise and they are gifted.

What humans desire comes easily to them.

They themselves are symbols of strength.

They can make treasures themselves.

Because of their innate talents and misfits, mortals are both greedy and fearful of them.

They know that, so they avoid humans.

They only choose and believe that humans are worthy of trust.

They have no need for material things, but their desire (pursuit) as a life will not disappear.

The more suppressed and ignored one side is, the heavier it will be on the other side.

Therefore, witches are like being cursed. Even though they know it is poison, they cannot refuse the love that can make them feel happy.

Morgan now trusts Nidhogg, and she accepts him into her world.

...The crystal ball has shifted.

It's dusk.

All the knights could only calmly accept that they were not the king.

Just when everyone thought that the day was coming to an end.

As the door of the royal court was opened.

The loyal knights left by King Uther walked into the royal court surrounded by two people.

One of them was Merlin, the sage with white hair and pink hair who performed the king selection ceremony. He walked at the front. Even when he arrived at the king selection site, his hair was still extremely messy, like weeds full of vitality.

Right behind him, who was not tall, a petite young man (?) wearing a blue and white battle uniform with an expressionless face followed him step by step.

Merlin finally appeared, and brought such a boy with him.

Could it be that it was this young man who was predicted to bring Breedian to glory?

The person present was not thoughtful. They exchanged opinions with their eyes and observed carefully without moving.

The knights of the royal court stood in front of the throne. They were lined up on the left and right, forming a road leading to the king's choice.

Merlin led her to the steps in front of the throne.

"Now, considering that we have known each other for so many years, before you make a choice."

"You have to know that in the end, whether it is a human being or an individual, it has nothing to do with me. I am just a bystander and have no intention of being associated with others."

"That being said, I like humans very much."

“Human beings themselves have no value, but humans can create value.”

"Repeat it."

"I have feelings for you personally."

"So this is the only, only and final advice."

"Because, once you make a choice, even I can't change even a single bit of your fate."

"Before you pick up that thing, it's better to think carefully. I won't harm you. You don't have to do that - once you pick up that sword, you will no longer be human until the end. Not only That way. You will be hated by everyone and meet a tragic death."

The girl glanced at Merlin, then at the holy sword only a few meters away, and looked around.

Everyone in the entire royal court held their breath.

Waiting for her to make a choice.

——She is human.

Therefore, she will be fearful and uneasy.

She's just a 15 year old girl.

When an ordinary person is 15 years old, even if he just goes on stage to give a speech, his body may tremble and his voice will change.

It is natural for humans to be weak because humans are a being that can grow through experience.

"Is it really okay?"

she said calmly.

"No problem at all."

Merlin next to him became interested instead.

"If you escape at the King's Selection site, it will be a big event. It will be a huge event for the entire world and even for human beings."

"Hahaha, but that would be fun."

"My eyes have seen too much of the future, so there really is a world that has been changed in a mess by you. Thinking about it makes me laugh happily."

"And, in that case."

"What will your destiny be like? I am very much looking forward to seeing you show your pursuits and personality."

"Please let me see it with my own eyes."

"I can use magic, and then add your brother Kai, who never wanted you to become the king."

"Chaos the entire royal court, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape together."

"If you choose to run away for your own life, I believe he will be relieved and help you."

"So something like that would be a very bad choice for Breedian."

She interrupted the interested Merlin and faced the girl's clear and determined eyes.

Merlin, who was still a little happy, regained his composure.

"Maybe, there will definitely be a big change in Breton."

Merlin's face turned slightly serious.

"But there's a high probability that it will turn out to be very bad."

"There is no doubt that you are the most suitable king of people in Breedian."

"Although there are all barbarians on the other side of the sea, precisely because they are barbarians, they are better at destruction and destruction than the Bretons."

"Without a king to lead the Kingdom of Camelot, this country will be in civil strife and struggle."

"There is also the white dragon who is always hiding in the dark, eager to destroy Bleedian."

"Before your father, King Uther, was born."

"The Bretons call that period the Dark Ages."

"is that so."

The girl was calm from beginning to end.

From the beginning, she never thought about changing the matter of becoming a king.

Since her birth, the meaning of her existence has been to become the king of all people.

The reason why we stopped here.

Not for myself.

It's not that I'm afraid of the tragic outcome, but that I'm afraid of whether the decision is correct.

Is there someone who is more suitable to be the king than himself? If such a person exists, will he be able to get a better future by leaving it in his hands?

However, it does not exist.

The sage Merlin, King Uther's most trusted companion, was his teacher since childhood.

This is what he told himself at the scene of Wang Xuan.

The most suitable person in Breton to become the king is Artoria Pandoragon.

So, she stepped forward.

Spanning just a few meters.

The holy sword was right in front of her.

Before she could draw out the holy sword, the holy sword glowed lightly.

The closest to her was Kai.

He opened his mouth.

"Go back to daddy. He will prepare a warm dinner for you."

Kai said very gently, doting on his sister just like he did in the past.