Chapter 570: 481 ’Queen’ _2
As he spoke these words, Morgan suddenly appeared in front of Reiger.
"...!"
Reiger’s pupils constricted, and almost subconsciously, he raised the black sword in his hand, invoked the "Breath of Day," and slashed it down at the Queen, who exuded a dangerous beauty!
Fierce flames immediately ignited on the black sword, evaporating the atmosphere, ripping through space, and, with astonishing strength, violently chopped down towards Morgan!
This strike, even if faced by the likes of Lancelot, Gawain, and Woodworth, would require them to exert all their strength just to block it!
But Morgan seemed to pay no heed to the sword, instead stretching out a hand and pressing it against Reiger’s chest.
"Clang!"
The next moment, centered around Morgan’s palm, a magic Array appeared.
It wasn’t the traditional circular magic Array but one that resembled two intersecting spears, with horizontal and vertical lines of patterns at both the top and bottom ends.
The Array seemed to be composed of mysterious runes and ancient text; merely looking at it with the naked eye gave one a déjà vu of gazing at a sea of stars.
The instant this magic Array appeared, lines also emerged on Morgan’s body.
In a flash, Reiger felt it: the power inside him was quickly ebbing away at a visible pace!
No, not ebbing away!
The power still resided within Reiger but seemed to be out of control, as though it withdrew into the deepest part of his being, rather than permeating his body as before.
Thanks to this, the black sword in Reiger’s slashing hand not only had its flames extinguished, but even the force behind it became negligible.
"Clang!"
The striking black sword was instantly deflected by a magical barrier deployed by Morgan, not causing any harm to her and even allowing her to get closer to Reiger.
"You...!"
Reiger’s face changed color over and over, shocked by this unprecedented and astonishing turnaround.
Watching Reiger, Morgan’s icy, exquisite face involuntarily revealed a breathtaking smile.
"This is another great magic I just mentioned, created after ’Mirror,’ ’Tower,’ ’Court,’ and ’Coffin’ — ’Stake’."
"It is a magic that can be used only once in a lifetime."
"Thus, the ’Stake’ that binds you and me has finally been planted."
As Morgan spoke, her hand that had been pressing on Reiger’s chest moved upward, caressing his cheek as if touching a beloved object, and for the first time, she uttered words not cold but filled with emotion.
"This time, you won’t be able to leave me."
"My dearest husband."
"Reiger Brillhaut."
This was a whisper sweet as candied fruit.
It was also a terrifying murmur like a queen wasp gripping its prey.
Reiger Brillhaut — when this name, which shouldn’t have been known by anyone other than Altoria, was spoken by the queen before him, the only emotion left in Reiger’s heart was astonishment.
But before Reiger could express the astonishment in his heart, Morgan’s hand touching his face released a surge of Magic Power, assaulting Reiger’s brain.
At once, Reiger’s consciousness faded.
"Clang!"
The black sword, covered with red patterns, dropped to the ground, eliciting a crisp sound.
Reiger, unable to control himself, let go of his weapon and lost consciousness, his body falling forward.
Morgan also let go of her weapon that resembled a staff and caught Reiger, who was falling towards her, gently pulling him into her embrace.
That gesture, inconceivably tender.
"Your Majesty?"
Watching this scene, the fairies all widened their eyes in unison.
Especially Woodworth, who looked as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his beastly face took on a look of bewilderment.
Morgan stroked Reiger’s face a few more times, and when she looked up again, her gaze and expression had once more become cold and stern.
"I’m returning to the throne." Morgan declared unilaterally, "You all should hurry back to Camelot, too, and notify all the clan chiefs to come."
Upon hearing this, it was Gawain, as always the first to recover, who respectfully asked the question.
"...To convene all Elf Knights and clan chiefs, what is the matter of such importance?"
This question prompted a response that would shake the entire Fairy Country of Britain.
"One month from now, I shall hold my wedding ceremony in Camelot."
"At that time, whether Elf Knights or clan chiefs, all must attend."
"Although I do not intend to save fairies, at the very least, you should recognize the face of the queen’s husband."
Leaving these words behind, Morgan, holding Reiger, glanced at the three fairies who stood petrified by the shocking news.
"Aurora will take full responsibility for Salisbury; tell her that I will bear all the damages."
After speaking, Morgan, holding Reiger and her weapon, vanished from sight.
The piercing chill that had permeated the area also disappeared at once, restoring the land to its original state.
The three fairies remained kneeling there without getting up, not reacting for a long time.
Suddenly—
"What a joke—!?"
With a roar, Woodworth erupted with searing Magic Power.
"Husband?"
"Wedding?"
"With that person?"
Woodworth was thrown into a state of fury.
"What a joke? What a joke!!!"
In a fit of rage, Woodworth released all his Magic Power, sending the surrounding debris flying.
Lancelot and Gawain were also affected but merely swayed to the left and right before landing steadily on their feet.