Stepping into the grand hall, Souya's gaze couldn't help but fall upon Morgan, who sat upright on the golden throne.
The white-haired, beautiful Princess currently had a calm gaze, but the light flickering in her eyes was erratic.
Moonlight spilled through the massive doors and windows of the grand hall, bathing the throne and her in its glow. She was as beautiful and holy as a reincarnated moon goddess, yet the throne lent her an air of majesty.
"Lady Morgan, those who dared to covet your throne have been completely eradicated."
Souya averted his gaze and knelt on one knee.
As if suddenly snapping back to reality, Morgan's pupils focused, her attention landing on Souya kneeling below the throne.
She fell silent for a moment before softly commanding, "Lamorak."
"Present, Lady Morgan."
"Come before me."
"Yes."
Watching the handsome and dashing white-haired knight ascend the steps, a sudden twinge of wicked amusement arose in Morgan's heart.
"Take off my shoes."
"Yes, Lady Morgan."
Without any hesitation at Morgan's strange command, Souya knelt before her and removed the black high heels from her feet, revealing two fair, delicate jade feet.
Morgan crossed her left leg under her right, slowly extended it, and used her right foot to prop up Souya's chin, forcing the young knight to look up at her.
"How many did you kill?"
Morgan asked softly. Her tone was casual, as if she were bringing up an insignificant question just to start a conversation.
"Approximately two thousand, Lady Morgan."
Souya's expression remained unchanged. Neither his tone nor his demeanor suggested he was a demon who had just personally slaughtered two thousand people.
"It is not enough."
Morgan slowly moved her right foot. Souya felt a soft sensation brush past his lips and nose, finally resting against his cheek.
"I need you to go out and kill more. Kill all the nobles and their knights within this royal capital, sparing only the commoners and guards."
"Can you do it?"
"I will definitely not fail your trust."
Souya's answer was decisive and swift.
Morgan said no more. She ceased her actions and quietly held Souya's gaze.
Their eyes—one pair spectral-blue, the other sapphire-blue—both reflected each other's image under the moonlight.
"Do you not wish to ask why?"
After a long while, Morgan finally spoke.
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Souya's lips. He shook his head slightly and said, "A knight's heavenly duty is to obey orders. I only need to fulfill your commands; the reasons behind them are not for me to consider."
"No matter what, I support your decision."
Listening to Souya's words, Morgan couldn't help but smile as well. Her smile carried a hint of relief.
"Then what if I said I wish to be crowned King immediately?"
"Then I will surely assist you in becoming King."
[You didn't know why Morgan suddenly had the idea of becoming King right now. Even though it wasn't a good time to claim the throne, you still supported her idea.]
[You had a clear understanding that you were only a knight. Even if you had forged a deeper connection with Morgan and your feelings for each other were blurred and ambiguous, you were ultimately still just a knight.]
[You believed Morgan had her own considerations. All you needed to do was support her and offer yourself completely.]
[Thus, you and Morgan finalized the plan for her to become King. The coronation would take place at sunrise.]
[And before sunrise, it would be a feast of slaughter for you, the King's close attendant.]
[You have acquired the skill 'Night Walk Protection (B)'.]
[Night Walk Protection (B): As Morgan's knight, you have been granted the blessing of the night. During the night, you automatically gain the effects of Presence Concealment and True Name Concealment. Your stealth capabilities are also greatly enhanced.]
[The night in the royal capital this evening is destined to be a long one.]
[Relying on 'Night Walk Protection', your figure appeared like a ghost in the residences of the nobles occupying the prosperous buildings throughout the royal capital.]
[Everywhere you passed, several blood-red flowers and corpses with slit throats inevitably blossomed in the dark night.]
[During this process, you felt a steady improvement in all your physical attributes. The magical energy within your body surged like a mighty river, continuously delivering power to every part of your being.]
[All this seemed to tell you that you were gradually adapting to this new body. Once you fully mastered it, perhaps the Lingering Light of the Age of Gods truly would radiate from you, enhancing you into a superhuman comparable to the heroes of the Age of Gods.]
"Is this really a good thing?"
Feeling the reserve of magical energy within his body still slowly increasing, Souya couldn't help but touch his forehead and smile bitterly.
His 'Lingering Light of the Age of Gods' skill was tied to the Age of Gods in Britain. Logically, during a period when mystery was receding, his strength should regress rather than improve.
But the reality was that his power was still growing.
Clearly, this was related to the White Dragon, who represented the final counterattack of the Age of Gods and the devouring of light.
The Vile King Vortigern, who now occupied seventy percent of Britain's land, was undoubtedly a sharp sword hanging over the heads of all Celts.
Actually, based on the practical situation, the ideal King Souya should serve wasn't Morgan, nor was it the yet-to-mature Child of the Red Dragon, Saber. It should be the Vile King Vortigern.
After all, his strength and life were deeply tied to the Age of Gods. Only if Vortigern won and conquered the entire British Isle could Souya's life be extended.
But right now, he couldn't turn back, nor did he want to.
He had already stated his reasons. Once a knight acknowledges a master, they must never betray them; this is the honor of a knight.
Tilting his head to dodge the final strike of a dying knight, Souya casually thrust the spear he snatched from the knight's hands into the man's heart. He then exhaled heavily.
This was the last enemy. Right now, the royal capital still looked prosperous and peaceful on the surface, but internally, it was filled with the stench of blood and littered with corpses.
Yet the commoners and guards knew absolutely nothing about this, still slumbering in their cozy beds.
However, if anyone got up in the middle of the night, they would find bodies scattered haphazardly across the streets, with some figures even strung up on streetlamps.
All this was naturally Souya's handiwork.
Anyway, most of these nobles and knights were tyrannical and unjust, extorting heavy taxes and oppressing the commoners in their territories. Calling them ruthless capitalists wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Hanging them from streetlamps was actually quite fitting.
With Morgan's bounded field in place, the commoners couldn't wake up, and the nobles couldn't escape, leaving Souya free to do whatever he pleased.
It was only after Souya had killed everyone and completed his mission that he realized a problem.
If the commoners woke up and saw this scene, let alone attending Morgan's coronation ceremony, it would be a miracle if they didn't just faint from sheer terror.
Realizing the issue, Souya immediately felt a pang of regret.
Great. If I had known, I would have just buried them on the spot after killing them. Now I have to clean up the mess myself.
Looking at the chaotic ruins of Camelot's royal capital, Souya shed tears of remorse.
Fortunately, as a former Executor, he had rich experience in disposing of murder scenes. At this point, it was just a return to his old profession.
Thinking of this, Souya couldn't help but sigh in relief that he hadn't found it too troublesome to learn some Magecraft related to this back then.
It's so great. Magecraft is truly a convenient tool.
[Due to the requirements of Morgan's coronation ceremony, it took you a very long time to thoroughly clean up the entire royal capital.]
[Fortunately, Morgan's magical bounded field isolated everything from the outside world, including sunlight, which gave you enough time.]
[After you reported back, Morgan deactivated the bounded field. Thus, the first ray of sunlight today spilled into the royal capital of Camelot, awakening the residents who were completely oblivious to the bloody events of the previous night.]
[When they stepped out of their homes and went outside, they were surprised to find the streets exceptionally clean, as if someone had swept them.]
[Soon, they also discovered that the noble lords and their knights who had arrived uninvited days prior had all vanished, as if they were the very trash that had been swept away.]
[Just as everyone was feeling amazed and uneasy about this, numerous messengers suddenly emerged from the royal palace castle, which had been silent ever since King Uther's death.]
[They rushed through every corner of the royal capital, announcing to everyone that the Princess of Britain, King Uther's sole heir, Morgan, was about to ascend the throne of Camelot and be crowned King. They demanded that everyone gather at the royal palace castle at noon to attend Morgan's coronation ceremony.]
[This, of course, was your doing.]
[At sunrise, you found the awakened royal guards and forcefully 'persuaded' them to temporarily join Morgan's faction, providing the necessary labor for the upcoming ceremony.]
[When the people heard that the Princess to be crowned was the one labeled a witch, Morgan le Fay, their first reaction was disbelief.]
[Then, emotions of panic, fear, and even despair began to spread. People were either grieving or preparing to flee.]
[Clearly, you underestimated just how deeply Uther and Merlin's defamation of Morgan had ingrained itself in the hearts of the people.]
[You reported this matter to Morgan and proposed sending people to agitate the masses, using herd mentality to gather all the residents of Camelot's royal capital.]
[You also proposed using Magecraft to temporarily control and influence all the residents. At least until their prejudices were reversed, they must absolutely not be allowed to take any news detrimental to Morgan out of the royal capital.]
[Morgan agreed to the first half of your suggestion, but unexpectedly vetoed the plan to control the people with Magecraft.]
"Lamorak, you must understand that a qualified King does not use Magecraft to bewitch the people to consolidate their throne."
Morgan stood before the throne. Her gaze passed through the white crystal chandelier and landed on the murals above, which engraved the deeds of past Kings of Britain. She then looked at Souya, who was kneeling on one knee nearby.
"Or are you saying you don't trust me?"
Hearing this, Souya immediately lowered his head.
"I would never dare, Lady Morgan. It's just that..."
"There are no 'justs', Lamorak."
Morgan waved her hand, directly interrupting Souya. She leaned forward slightly, her fingers lifting his chin.
She seemed to really like this gesture—enjoying the sight of his handsome face, and the fact that only her reflection could be found in his eyes.
"You only need to bring the commoners here. And then, witness my coronation."