"Sister!"
"Huh?"
"What are you worried about? I'm always by your side. We're here. No one will hurt you, and no one will abandon you. I promise you. If my word isn't enough, then let's sign a magic contract. A magic contract can never be broken."
Arthur's voice suddenly roused Morgan from her thoughts.
Believe me! If you can't believe me, believe in the magic you cherish! The sincerity in his words was palpable to everyone present.
Morgan, caught off guard by how close Arthur was, suddenly lowered her gaze, cheeks flushing as she stared at his chest.
Woo woo woo ~ so shy.
"Huh~ Although I've known for a long time that you lack a sense of security, I didn't realize it was this serious. You are my sister, the eldest princess of Britain, and that identity is your destiny. Before Britain falls, no one can harm you. The power of an island is just power—it's gone if it's gone. Are you afraid Merlin dares to bully you? I'll kill him right now."
Arthur's comforting tone was sincere but a little extreme.
No! Are you serious? Merlin felt like crying.
Who did I offend?
"My king, I won't bully Her Highness Morgan, I promise," Merlin said, still feeling uneasy. "Maybe you can kill Merry first, as a warning for me? How about that?"
Wow. So mean.
"No, no, no. Killing someone now won't solve anything. Let Merlin stay—for he's more experienced and more dangerous than me." Merlin threw herself onto Arthur with a charming smile. "Besides, your majesty wouldn't want to see a stinky man bothering you every day. Compared to him, your elder sister is much lovelier~!"
Um, this woman is even more despicable.
"Please be serious, both of you." Arthur coughed lightly. "Sister, can you tell us about the Holy Grail now?"
Morgan hesitated, fear still flickering in her eyes, but the hesitation was gone.
"Well, speaking of the Holy Grail, its story actually goes back nineteen years."
Nineteen years ago?
Wasn't that when Uther disappeared and Merlin made his prophecy?
"At that time, I was furious because of Merlin's prophecy. I knew it was a conspiracy he planned. After seeing the Sword of the Chosen with my own eyes, everything became clear. Rather than letting some unknown 'Chosen King' rule Camelot, I would rather—"
As Morgan spoke, the truth slowly emerged.
Fifteen years ago, Morgan, knowing she couldn't fight Merlin and public opinion, chose to place her hopes on the elusive Holy Grail.
If it was the Holy Grail, any wish could be granted.
Unfortunately, for most, including Morgan, the Holy Grail was just a legend—and a faint hope at best. Even Morgan never truly believed she could obtain it. The search was just an act of escape.
But fate had other plans.
Morgan never found the Holy Grail—it found her.
Yes, the Holy Grail itself appeared before Morgan's eyes.
Fifteen years ago, Morgan made a wish.
But just before voicing it, she hesitated.
Is my wish really just to claim the throne?
No. That was born of jealousy, bitterness, and injustice. If she became queen, she'd no longer fear the humble king or the Saxons—but could she save Camelot by doing so?
In that moment of clarity, Morgan let go of all negativity and made her true wish:
"I hope a true king will rise in Britain to save Camelot and save Britain."
If such a king came, Merlin's conspiracy wouldn't matter.
Then the Holy Grail answered her wish, leaving behind a pure soul.
The soul was breathtakingly beautiful and radiant—Morgan was captivated at first sight.
He was the king the Holy Grail had chosen, a soul gifted by the gods.
This God-given soul was the answer Morgan sought.
At that moment, she knew the king Merlin spoke of was not enough. The real chosen king had appeared—and it was this brilliant soul.
But a soul alone was not enough without a container.
So Morgan devoted herself to researching magical life forms.
She created Gawain and Agravain—two powerful warriors, one fierce in battle, the other cold and calculating.
Still, their bodies couldn't contain the God-given soul.
Not enough!
The power needed was greater. Human genes alone couldn't host the God-given soul. Morgan turned to non-humans—incubus, giants, fairies, dragons—every fantastical gene in Britain. She tried them all, but none were suitable.
Four years passed. Morgan was about to give up.
Then, by accident, a perfect container was born.
The blood of a weakened red dragon mixed with artificial human elements dripped onto the Holy Grail, awakening its magic after four years of silence.
When the light faded and the magic subsided, a baby appeared—perfectly embodying the God-given soul.
Babies grow quickly and are adorable.
Within six months, he became a teenager. He had all the virtues, but his body was fragile.
Morgan's repeated speculations concluded that, with the chaotic forces inside him, the boy wouldn't survive past four years old.
By then, Morgan was desperate.
In just four years, even the king chosen by the Holy Grail couldn't save the country.
She planned to use the young Arthur to seize the throne.
But Arthur was too upright—worthy of praise as the Holy One's king.
When he drank her magic potion, he attempted suicide on the way.
Morgan felt like she had lost everything. Grief overwhelmed her, and she went mad.
Yes, she was crazy.
On the way to the selection ceremony, though knowing Arthur was dead, she refused to accept it.
She held his body for a day and a night.
The next day, the deadly potion seemed to transform Arthur's body—reviving the fading soul, and restarting his stopped heartbeat.
When he awoke, Arthur was gentler, miraculously agreeing to Morgan's plan.
Morgan realized then that 'Arthur' had truly become Arthur.
No—the God-given soul had finally awakened.
The form of the Chosen King was at last complete.
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