"Morgan must be really angry."
Looking at the text before him and the gradually materializing scene, Souya silently sighed.
Betrayed by the knight to whom she had given hope and ideals, who had sworn to serve her forever—Souya could almost imagine how angry and cold Morgan's beautiful face would become upon hearing the news.
Thinking of that scene, Souya couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. He couldn't bear to let Morgan suffer such hurt, let alone be the one to inflict it.
Thank goodness this is just a 'Simulation'. My choice will always and only be Morgan.
After a mental sigh, Souya's attention returned to the 'Simulation'.
He was somewhat curious about what the Morgan in the 'Simulation' would do to the him who had betrayed her.
Scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, and what appeared in Souya's mind next was a dim underground prison cell.
The iron bars of the cell were rusted, the lighting was grey and gloomy, and red bloodstains lingered on the walls built of black stone. Various bizarre torture instruments were scattered in the corners of the cell.
In the very center was a completely naked man, a chain locked around his neck, hung upon a wooden frame like Jesus on the cross.
It was none other than the "Souya" who had joined Vortigern's army in the simulation—that is, Lamorak.
"Wait, this scene... it can't be that kind of development, can it..."
Seeing this scene that felt like he had seen it somewhere before, Souya's expression instantly became colorful.
Right at this moment, the sound of high heels clicking against stone steps echoed from outside the cell.
He didn't even need to think to know who it was.
As the footsteps grew closer and finally stopped a short distance away, the "Souya" in the simulation seemed to regain consciousness. He slowly raised his head and looked toward the cell door.
Standing there was a beautiful figure he hadn't seen in a long time.
White hair, blue eyes, a sexy blue-and-black formal dress. Her fair skin carried an indescribable allure under the dim candlelight.
Morgan was still as beautiful and sexy as ever. But Souya could feel that her eyes no longer held the emotion they once did when looking at him. Now, there was only endless indifference and icy coldness.
The two simply stared at each other, a bizarre atmosphere permeating the narrow, gloomy cell.
Finally, Morgan spoke first.
"It's been a long time, Knight Lamorak. Oh, wait, that's not right."
She scrutinized the "Souya" pinned to the wooden frame, seemingly recalling something, a trace of mockery entering her cold tone.
"I should call you the 'Hyena of the White Dragon' now."
The "Souya" in the simulation didn't know how to face Morgan, who had granted him a new life and a future. He mumbled, wanting to say something, but ultimately only managed one sentence.
"It's been a long time... Lady Morgan."
Watching his simulated self say this, Souya felt the complex and strange emotions within him and couldn't help but sigh.
He could feel the sorrow and bewilderment of the "him" in the simulation, as if not understanding why he had truly made that choice out of selfishness, leading him and Morgan to this point.
But the reality undeniably told him that he had indeed betrayed Morgan, listened to Vortigern's words, and acted for himself, for his own selfish desires.
Thus, he didn't say much else, simply offering Morgan a greeting.
"Knight, do you have nothing else you wish to say to me?"
Seeing that "Souya" fell silent after his first sentence, a flash of disappointment crossed Morgan's eyes.
"..."
"Souya" didn't answer; he just silently lowered his head.
This was the first time since they met that "Souya" hadn't answered her question, choosing instead to evade it.
Connecting this to the things he had done recently, a ball of anger rose in Morgan's heart, and her expression grew even colder.
"Answer me, Lamorak."
She repeated the question, opened the cage, raised her hand, and grabbed "Souya's" chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
Looking into those familiar yet strange spectral-blue eyes, "Souya's" heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Finally, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low.
"I am sorry, Lady Morgan. I broke my oath to you."
"Heh."
Morgan sneered, a hint of mockery in her tone.
"So you still remember there was an oath between us, Lord Lamorak."
"How is it? How does it feel to be the Vile King's top general? Is it much more comfortable than being a nameless nobody under a Queen like me, whom no one looks forward to?"
"Souya" didn't answer; he once again chose silence.
Actually, he knew long ago that his actions would eventually reach Morgan's ears, and with her blood flowing in his veins, he could never truly escape.
He had also considered how he should face Morgan when that time came, how to answer her questioning.
But until the very end, he never figured it out.
So, he could only choose to remain silent.
And "Souya's" attitude finally made Morgan completely disappointed.
She flung "Souya" away with a look of disgust and said coldly:
"You must understand that since you broke my oath, you must be punished."
"I won't let you die. Death is too easy for you."
"I will strip away your dreams, your mind. Every night from now on, you will suffer my torment and humiliation in your dreams. I will trample your dignity and your personality completely underfoot."
"Enjoy this final night, despicable knight, loyal dog of Vortigern."
Soon, Morgan's figure disappeared from the cell, leaving only "Souya" with his head bowed, lost in thought.
[From then on, you appeared in that cell every night, while during the day you remained in Vortigern's military camp.]
[Every night, you suffered different punishments and abuses from Morgan.]
[It started with physical pain, such as death by a thousand cuts, scraping bone, branding with fire, and snapping fingers. When she was no longer satisfied with mere physical torment, she inflicted mental humiliation.]
[Among them, Morgan's favorite method of punishment was pouring aphrodisiacs on the ground, forcing you to lick them clean, then tying your entire body up and watching you fall into a whirlpool of lust, never tiring of it.]
[Occasionally, she would step on your head, forcing you to look up at her deliberately exposed tender skin and cleavage, ultimately delivering pain right when your lust burned the hottest.]
[She desired to see you, who betrayed her, display all sorts of pained and contorted expressions.]
[Of course, she never let you truly touch her body.]
[Just as the expression she revealed showed, you understood that your current self only made her feel disgust. These were merely her acts of revenge against you, a traitor.]
[Eventually, Morgan was no longer satisfied with this. she would even kill you, resurrect you, and kill you again, making you repeat the process of death.]
[You knew this was all merely an illusion constructed by Morgan based on your dreams. But under her deliberate arrangement, the sensations you experienced were completely real.]
[Yet for some reason, you never exhibited any resistance, nor did you force yourself to stay awake.]
[Thus, fighting during the day and suffering torment at night, your condition deteriorated terribly, eventually catching Vortigern's attention.]
[He said he could help you solve this problem, but you refused his offer.]
[Vortigern felt extremely puzzled.]
[In the end, he chose to help you in another way, thoroughly binding you to his warship.]
[Vortigern bestowed half of his Age of Gods protection upon you. The skill 'Lingering Light of the Age of Gods (A)' has transformed into → 'Radiance of the Age of Gods (A+)'.]
[Radiance of the Age of Gods (A+): Truly chosen by the Age of Gods, becoming someone who bears its continuation and inheritance. Besides gaining a certain degree of enhancement, you are completely connected to the Age of Gods. At the same time, you are more likely to attract the attention of 'Gods'.]
[Under the buff of 'Radiance of the Age of Gods', your mind barely managed to maintain a normal state. Your physical body, however, received an enhancement far exceeding that of 'Lingering Light of the Age of Gods', becoming even more powerful, even reaching the level of Hercules, the strongest hero of the Greek Age of Gods.]
[Thus, your army once again achieved victories, and King Arthur's army began to suffer repeated defeats.]
[Gradually, you noticed Vortigern began paying less attention to the war. He seemed to be dedicating himself to searching for something.]
[Just as you were wondering about this, Vortigern issued you an order.]
[Attack Morgan's Kingdom of Camelot and seize the royal city that symbolized the true royal authority of Britain.]