Draco finally found Morgan.
Morgan was standing at the entrance of an amusement park, a little distance away from the park.
“Why did you run so far away, you damn… witch. Pant…!”
“You cry like a dog that has lost its strength. How pathetic.”
“You…!”
Draco resisted the urge to punch Morgan in the face.
It wasn't that she was exercising patience.
She couldn't reach.
“Beast. No, fake emperor. What are you planning to do?”
“Isn‘t it polite to answer my question first?”
Morgan shut her mouth. Draco flared up.
What an unpleasant fellow. To clam up as soon as she's at a disadvantage. I didn't know she was such a coward.
“Fine. I‘ll tell you! I will escape from this place. And I will return to my father‘s arms.”
“You mean to Cael‘s side?”
“Who else could there be?”
Draco said to Morgan with a sneer.
“Don‘t worry. I‘ll speak well of you to my father. I can grant you the role of a foot-wiping towel.”
“…Cheap provocation.”
Draco laughed.
“Hmph, I wanted to see your distorted expression.”
“…I have no time to indulge in such trivial chatter. I must find Cael.”
“Aren‘t you indulging me right now? You don‘t even have a way to find him, so why are you acting so busy?”
Morgan, hit where it hurt, lowered her head heavily.
Draco was right. After her magic was sealed, Morgan wandered around the park, desperately trying to gain magical energy.
There were no results. In this world, there wasn‘t even a faint trace of magical energy in the air.
She could understand if her magical energy was depleted, but she couldn‘t understand why it was affecting even the individual magic circuits.
She couldn't even use the abilities she possessed as a fae.
Morgan was composed on the outside, but her insides were a mess.
The fear that she might lose everything she had built up over thousands of years created a crack in Morgan‘s inner self.
Morgan, who was notorious for her ruthlessness, was now more human than anyone. Even though she was a fae.
“How amusing. Cael doesn't know about you. A stranger who just happened to have a fragment of his soul mixed in, what right do you have to call yourself family?”
“You're the one who has nothing mixed in. Blood? Soul? Or do you have the result of having mixed your bodies? You're the one with nothing, witch.”
Draco sneered at Morgan. Morgan was silent.
The first reason was that she had nothing to say.
The second reason was her contemplation on how to kill Draco.
Should I strangle her?
Considering the physical difference between Morgan and Draco, it's as easy as wringing a child's wrist.
Draco noticed Morgan's killing intent.
“You‘re quite angry, you arrogant witch. Have you given up on your act?”
“Act? How amusing. The one who needs to act is you. What right do you have to be arrogant when you've become Cael's new burden?”
“I have confidence. Do you, wench?”
Confidence in what? Morgan immediately understood.
“Cael acknowledged me. But he grew tired of your wicked tricks.”
“Shut up.”
“In the end, you will wither away miserably alone. Muttering a name that no one acknowledges, alone in a kingdom built on trash…”
“Shut up!”
Morgan couldn't hold back and lunged at Draco.
Draco felt a powerful killing intent on her neck. Her airway was blocked, and the blood flow to her brain was cut off.
“Heh… hehehe…!”
“No one… can interfere. No one! No one can interfere with my dream!”
Draco laughed, and Morgan despaired.
It was Morgan who was strangling her, but the one with a strangled expression was Morgan.
It was impossible to tell who was dying.
“Loser… wench.”
Morgan‘s pupils trembled.
It was as if she could hear the fae‘s ridicule.
In the ashen Orkney, she saw a hallucination of her brother pushing the boat.
A burning Britain. A failed mission. Cael, the last piece of the puzzle. Vanished magical energy. A failed seduction.
Morgan rose from despair.
But this time was different. In this world without magic, magical energy, or mystery, the only thing Morgan could put forward was her beauty.
That beauty is now being distorted by the ecstasy of murder.
“It doesn‘t matter. In the end, Cael will return to me. It has to be that way. There is no other world.”
Draco had already lost consciousness. Only then did Morgan slowly release her hand.
Seeing Draco‘s bright red neck, Morgan put her hand on the ground and retched.
“Ugh…!”
She had known for a long time that something was wrong.
She had realized it without anyone telling her.
She had just wished for it. She had just wanted to build a beautiful kingdom without flaws.
The peaceful country that Mia had spoken of. The happy days with her brother.
The emotions that had rusted and grown old over 6,000 years began to move again with her reunion with Cael.
I'm happy. Just being by his side is enjoyable. The time we spent mixing our bodies and pouring out everything of each other was good.
Living in the same house, eating breakfast, and going out on Sundays was precious.
“…No. It‘s all just an excuse. What forgiveness can I ask for now? I am a witch. I am not of the Rain Clan, and I am certainly not the savior Tonelico. I am the witch, Morgan.”
Morgan staggered to her feet. She was suffering from a headache so bad it felt like her head was going to split open.
“It‘s been a long time since I deviated from judging what‘s right and wrong.”
Morgan repeated to herself. She kept deceiving herself so as not to break down.
She doesn‘t acknowledge her own faults. She doesn‘t care.
Because,
“The moment I acknowledge it. I can‘t hold on any longer…!”
Morgan never returned to Orkney.
She never revisited the graves of her sister Mia and her mother.
The moment she stood before them. It felt as if she would be crushed by all the evil deeds she had committed so far, and suffocate.
Because she had stained her hands with so much blood that she couldn't whine about how hard it was, or how she tried her best but it didn't work out.
A single tear fell from Morgan‘s eye. She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it away, but another tear welled up.
“I was not wrong. I am…”
The strength in her legs gave out. Her stomach turned. Her head hurt.
She needed to use magic, but there was none.
She didn't know how to return to the Fae Kingdom.
In the end, nothing was left by her side.
Morgan writhed in piercing loneliness.
“How pitiful. However, a sin is a sin. The excuse that there was no one to correct you is, as you said, an excuse that won't work.”
The awakened Draco looked at Morgan, who had collapsed on the grass, and commented.
The sky grew dark, and Morgan fell asleep.
Draco looked down at Morgan, and then lay down to sleep next to her.
It wasn't for any big reason.
It was because she needed something to maintain her body temperature.