Chapter 573: 482 [Oath Stake]_2
"...A good dream?" Reiger fell silent for a moment before he said sarcastically, "I’d rather call it a nightmare."
"I know." Morgan replied unflinchingly, "Stubbornness is a quality inherent in every man, even you are no exception."
"Then may I ask, for what purpose does Her Majesty the great queen bring such a stubborn man here?" Reiger spoke without expression, "Shouldn’t I be welcomed by a prison cell or an interrogation room meant for torture?"
"Oh, I see, so you have that kind of preference?" Morgan immediately revealed a seductive smile, like a spider luring prey into her web, and said, "If you wish, I can satisfy you in the bridal chamber, although I have never done so before, I believe I would be rather skilled at it."
Reiger was certain, the queen was flirting.
And it certainly wasn’t the ride to the kindergarten kind of flirting.
"I must respectfully decline." Reiger looked straight at Morgan, foregoing any further indirectness, "What have you done to me?"
What Reiger referred to were naturally the events that had transpired in Salisbury.
Whether it was the Court of the Singular he had never heard of, or those peculiar "Stakes," both were beyond his understanding of the Morgan from the original stories, which greatly surprised him.
Indeed, whether it was the Court crafted specifically for him or those inexplicable "Stakes," Reiger had never heard of them.
But terms like "Mirror," "Tower," "Court," "Coffin," mentioned by Morgan, these Reiger knew the meaning of.
They were the various grand spells that Morgan, queen of Fairy Country Britannia, had gradually developed, learned, and mastered over the course of thousands of years.
Each had profoundly astonishing effects, and even from Reiger’s perspective, who possessed knowledge of over a thousand spells, the potency and power of these grand spells were incredibly startling.
As an elf, Morgan was different from the many other elves in Fairy Country; she had always used magic as her primary mode of combat, and was not only a magician but a highly capable one.
If Morgan were to go to the Akasha Continent, with the effects and powers of the grand spells she commanded, such as the "Mirror," "Tower," "Court," and "Coffin," she would at least be considered a Tactical Level Magician, and a magic master like Nipede who could compete with a Sword Saint would probably be nothing more than a slightly stronger ant in her presence.
In other words, Morgan was incredibly strong—there was no doubt about it—even whether the fabled strongest Elf Knight Lancelot could best her was unknown, with the probability leaning towards not.
Reiger knew this, which was why he wanted to meet this queen of Britannia.
But now, things seemed to have strayed from his understanding and become uncontrollable.
Reiger pressed his chest, even unbuttoning his shirt to look at his own chest.
There, the magic Array with the crossed pistols had vanished without a trace.
Yet, Reiger did not think it was something disposable.
Because he could feel a certain bond between himself and Morgan, standing right before him.
It was a connection that was more intimate, more solid, more durable, and deeper than a mere Attendant’s oath.
Under the influence of such a bond, Reiger even had the uncanny feeling that the beautiful queen before him was his possession, and that he could do whatever he wished with her.
The same way she had just addressed him—husband.
This title left Reiger puzzled, yet under the pull of the connection, it evoked a contradictory sense of inevitability.
Suddenly, Reiger felt a heat at his back.
"This is...?"
A thought crossed Reiger’s mind, but he pushed aside both the emerging ideas and the heat on his back, continuing to gaze directly at Morgan.
"What have you done to me?"
Reiger asked the question once more.
In response, Morgan just looked at Reiger silently, then spoke.
"I have planted the mark of the ’Stake’ on you, think of it as a kind of blessing."
Upon hearing this, Reiger, without a second thought, throw out a question.
"Just a blessing?"
Reiger’s tone was surprisingly calm as if he wasn’t the least bit worried about his body encountering any issues.
"Of course, just a blessing." Morgan’s eyes gleamed briefly, perhaps admiring Reiger’s composure, and stated, "Though it’s a very special kind of blessing, you should be able to understand, right? If it wasn’t something beneficial for you, it wouldn’t affect you."
At these words, Reiger’s eyes narrowed.
"It seems you know me quite well."
Reiger commented.
"Don’t you know me just as well?"
Morgan surprisingly replied in kind.
"But now I don’t understand you anymore."
Reiger spoke candidly.
"No matter." Morgan’s lips curled into a slight smile as she said, "You will understand in time."
With that, Morgan moved beside Reiger and sat down next to him.
Reiger’s brow furrowed immediately.
Because the proximity between the two was too close.
Even though the throne was as large as a luxurious bed with plenty of space, Morgan naturally sat beside him as if that was her rightful place.
Yet, because of that inexplicable bond, not only did Reiger not feel uncomfortable, but he also had the urge to embrace her, which irritated him quite a bit.
Being controlled by some force rather than by his own will, this went against the freedom-loving Reiger’s nature, prompting resistance.