Chapter 32: Hate, but not loathe (Ch 32)

In this world, there are always some people who are extremely sensitive to external things.

Sometimes they would feel grateful for the beauty of life because of the warm sunshine and blooming flowers, and sometimes they would feel sad because the sunshine would always fade and the flowers would always wither.

Morgan is such a person.

In fact, even Morgan himself knew that this was a disease, a mental illness.

But she didn’t want to change anything about her condition.

From a noble Red Dragon Princess to a princess of a fallen country forced to live in exile, she was the only one who knew the suffering and sadness in between. In the past ten years, she had already used her anger and hatred to create a shell for herself called “Avenger” – she was forced to become strong, forced to swallow the bitter fruit that she should not have swallowed.

This experience made her think for a moment that the little princess who once swung on the swing with her mother in the garden would never come back.

But, now.

“You are… the mother?”

When Altria’s clear and silly voice rang in his ears, Morgan was somewhat surprised to find that the images that had long been blurred seemed to gradually become clear again.

Only this time, she was no longer the little girl sitting on the swing – but the adult standing next to the child, with an expression of disdain on her face, but definitely not disgust.

“idiot.”

“It’s my sister!”

“Eh???”

The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.

This may be related to the surrounding environment – on the fragrant grass that exudes the fragrance of soil, fluorescent elves are flying all over the sky.

In such an environment, even a woman with the most gloomy personality will relax her brows a little and appear a little more relaxed.

Not to mention, the current Morgan is actually far from reaching the level of the “British Witch” in later generations who “wants to bury Camelot and everything in Britain.”

Maybe it was because the great enemy, the White Dragon King, still existed? Morgan suddenly realized that having a sister was not a bad thing – at least after her death, the bloodline of the Red Dragon could continue to be passed on from another person.

What puzzled Morgan was why her illegitimate sister had such a good relationship with the White Dragon King… Was this another despicable trick of the White Dragon King? Did he adopt this illegitimate daughter and raise her, so that she could be the father of the thief, and then stage a tragic drama of sisters killing each other?

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Although they are both white dragons, one is a king and the other is a god. They are two completely different individuals.”

“Well… Merlin, the famous magician Merlin, you know him, right? He can testify!”

Altria tried to prove to Morgan that “this white dragon is not that white dragon” – but she failed. Her understanding of the mysterious side was not much better than that of Morgan, a half-baked magician. She could only try to bring up an authoritative person to prove that what she said was true.

but–

“Merlin?”

“Do you know where he is?”

It was like some cue word was triggered.

After hearing the man’s name, Morgan’s eyes, which had begun to become gentle, narrowed again and became extremely dangerous.

“Ah, I don’t…know…him. He always appears and disappears mysteriously. I don’t know where he is.”

“Oh, I see! The tavern… He must have gone to the tavern…”

Altria answered with difficulty.

Morgan noticed that the golden hair on her head had begun to drift from side to side like seaweed, and she looked confused.

Obviously.

Her stupid sister didn’t know how to lie at all.

“But… that’s fine.”

If she really had a sister like that magician who lied as a habit, she wouldn’t want her anymore!

…

The misunderstanding was resolved.

Next, it’s time for the sisters to reminisce about the past.

But to be honest, the reunion of the red dragon sisters was far less exciting than the bystander (Vina) imagined. The two sides did not hug each other tightly, crying and smiling at the same time, as if they had endless things to say.

——They didn’t even have much to talk about with each other about the distant past.

Yes, what is there to say? Whether it is the day-to-day study and training or the exile life hiding in the dark, it is obviously not something that can be taken out and recalled at this time.

Therefore, after a little nostalgia for their common father and telling how they brought a white stone back home from the rubble, the two sisters talked about the only common topic they could talk about at the moment:

[How is your progress in restoring your country going? ]

“It’s probably okay.”

“Although there are some difficulties…but I think there is always a way to overcome them.”

Altria was the first to voice out her dilemma.

It has to be said that Merlin really trained her to be an excellent king – at least that’s the case when it comes to building the kingdom.

In less than half a year, the small tribe of only 30 to 40 people grew into a large town of 300 to 400 people. Most of them were refugees from disaster-stricken areas, and a small number of noble knights like Bedivere who followed because they also had the dream of saving Britain.

But at this point, Artoria also knew that the development of this “kingdom” had reached a limit.

With their current size, they can no longer expand without war or other means – but the surrounding kingdoms seem to have an agreement, and they maintain an “indifferent” attitude towards Altria and her kingdom.

No communication, no contact, no trade… They completely ignored Altria and her country, as if it didn’t exist at all.

At the same time, there has been a rumor recently circulating on the British Isles: Artoria, who was chosen by God, is actually an ignominious illegitimate daughter, and King Uther framed Duke Tintagel and forcibly took his wife.

“What a bunch of despicable and shameless people!”

Morgan cursed through gritted teeth.

Of course she knew what those kings were thinking – she, no, it should be said that their father was killed by these kings using the same method!

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