Capítulo 35: [35] Marry Me Now
[You entrusted Ector to take care of his health and promised to visit him often in the future.]
[You then walked towards home, your figure seemingly melting into the night.]
[In less than ten minutes, you swiftly covered hundreds of miles, returning to Londinium.]
[Looking at the chaos in your bedroom, various styles of bold and shy lingerie scattered everywhere, as if experiencing a storm of washing and plundering, you felt a sense of worry.]
[You were gone for a whole month.]
[Trapped in that utopia, cut off from everything in this world, you could imagine how Morgan would be in a panic.]
[After contemplating for a moment, you changed into clean clothes and walked to the top of the castle. Facing the high-hanging bright moon, you slowly raised your palm.]
[You clenched your five fingers.]
[As if a dog closing its sharp teeth.]
[In an instant.]
[That bright moonlight seemed to be devoured by you.]
[The entire fortress city suddenly plunged into a profound darkness, even the illumination flames dimmed to the extreme.]
[You activated the 'Light Devour' of the ultimate life form, swallowing the light of the entire Londinium, even if it was just for a moment.]
[The dormant army in the city had no perception whatsoever.]
[And the few soldiers on patrol only felt their vision turn black for a moment, then instantly returned to normal.]
[They looked at each other in confusion, unable to comprehend what had just happened.]
[Such a drastic magical fluctuation in the city should surely attract Morgan's attention, right?]
[Thinking so.]
[Behind you, a dark door suddenly opened...]
[A shadowy figure of a blue witch suddenly condensed, flying to you like a bird.]
[She immediately grabbed your collar, as if checking its authenticity by feeling it.]
[After confirming it was indeed you.]
[The witch buried her head in your chest, her trembling voice almost hoarse, as if sobbing.]
["Alvin..."]
[You felt cold liquid dripping onto your chest, soaking your clothes. Lifted the witch's tear-stained cheek with your fingertips.]
["Sorry, I came home late."]
[You said with a smile.]
[The witch couldn't hold back her tears any longer.]
[The blue lake overflowed, and those crystal-clear tears fell like broken pearl curtain strings.]
[During these days, she almost turned the entire land of fairies upside down, but still couldn't find a trace of you.]
[You disappeared suddenly.]
[She almost thought she had lost you.]
[If you didn't come back, she didn't know what crazy things Morgan would do.]
[Comforting the witch in your arms.]
[Your eyes gradually became cold.]
[Merlin prevented you from bidding farewell to Artoria, but he didn't arouse this level of anger in you.]
[Even though you pitied Saber's ending, how could Artoria compare to Morgan in your heart.]
[Daring to make your own witch cry again...]
[You buried this unforgettable hatred deep in your heart.]
[No amount of torture would be enough to quell the fury of the ultimate life form, and you were about to inflict the ultimate insult and pain upon him.]
[You've never seen the witch in such a disheveled state.]
[Puffy eyes, disheveled hair, the delicate face covered in dust, even the once vivid blue lip color was no longer so vibrant.]
[Her crying appearance was truly not that pleasant to look at, like a pitiful, abandoned puppy...]
[Pinching her cheek, you gently adjusted her sobbing face, turning it towards yourself.]
[Those teardrops on her cheeks turned into dried tear streaks in the cold night wind, appearing pitiful and lamentable. You took the witch's hand, smiling, and pressed her fair fingers against your own face.]
["Your hands are still so cold, Lady Morgan."]
["Then you should...warm me up more, Alvin."]
[You lowered your gaze, kissing her lips. Tasting the salty bitterness on her soft skin.]
[No need for any extra words, no need for any excess sentiment.]
[With rough actions, you responded to her rough demands.]
[All the restraints of reverence and forbidden feelings were silently broken, and all the accumulated or suppressed emotions began to silently release. On the top of the castle in the moonlight, clothes scattered on the ground. The witch's skin bathed in the bright moonlight, as if reflecting the warm and white colors of soft gem.]
[You and her melted into each other, as if woven in the night, melting into the water.]
[The quietude of this dark night couldn't conceal the burning hearts of the two.]
[You brought her from the forbidden clouds to the mundane and fallen world. Since then, she was no longer a frightening monster but only a witch belonging to you.]
[During the breaks in the passionate encounters, you carefully recounted the experiences of the past month to her. Hearing that you were trapped in Avalon, the witch's palm gradually clenched.]
[Seizing the opportunity, you held her wrist, pressing her under the gentle moonlight.]
[With the 'Light Devour' skill in your grasp, your endurance was no longer comparable to the former you. No matter how demanding the witch was, you were confident in satisfying her appetite top and bottom.]
[You exchanged heat with each other repeatedly, panting under the peeping moonlight, returning to bathe together in the bedroom, and finally sitting together on the loft of the castle to rest.]
[The entire land seemed to be within your gaze, and the islands under the night sky were silent and peaceful.]
[Morgan stared at the moonlight, her mouth carrying a long-lost, satisfied and happy smile.]
[Indeed, you made the witch gain happiness.]
[The moon was far away from her, but you were very close to her.]
[You gazed at the witch's side face, the fair neck still carrying a blush, a very enticing aftertaste.]
"You just told me not to risk my life anymore, not to practice so hard."
Alvin said gently stroking the smooth silver hair of the witch.
No matter how many times he had touched it before, it was always so irresistible.
He shifted his gaze, looking out over the vast land below, and spoke softly.
"But, I don't find it hard..."
"Just like Artoria, she also has something she pursues. You do too, and so does old man... even though I don't want to mention that name. Even Merlin, being an incubus, is the same..."
"Everyone has their own happiness to protect, their own peace to pursue..."
"And I, like them, am not exempt..."
"I can sever the bonds of this land, unrelated to Artoria and even less to Merlin. It's just because within those rippling thoughts, there's a name that I've remembered from beginning to end..."
"It is Morgan Le Fay."
"I think this significantly proves something."
The silver-haired youth smiled and said, "Perhaps what truly makes people powerful is not the desire for conflict, nor conspiracies and bloodshed, but the determination to protect beautiful things."
Looking at the brilliant smile on the face of the silver-haired youth.
The witch of Britain was lost in thought.
This seemed to be something more dazzling than the bright moon in the night sky and the intense sun in the day.
"Just like Alvin Pendragon at this moment..."
"He already has something to protect, something that belongs to him alone, an irreplaceable treasure..."
"And undoubtedly, this makes him... full of determination."
Facing the quiet midnight, Alvin raised his hand.
The youth took down the moonlight, combing the witch's silver hair that reached her waist, smooth and neat.
The youth pulled down the night, draping the witch in a dazzling skirt and veil like a galaxy.
From the deepest part of his heart, the youth took out the ring that had been prepared for a long time, carefully carved.
On the ring, the names of the youth and the witch were engraved.
Facing the pure moonlight that covered the earth.
Facing the stars in the deep night sky.
Facing her surprised expression and the tears in her eyes.
Magic gathered and released, and Alvin seemed to conjure a large bunch of black roses from his hand, embracing the thorny and thorny flowers that symbolized the witch in his arms.
"On the day of adulthood, I want to invite you as the leading lady to the wedding, Lady Morgan."
In the embrace of these dark flowers, the silver-haired youth said with a smile.
"I want to have you, worn in my heart."
No response.
The rose suddenly lost its strength and scattered dark petals all over the sky.
The youth was directly pushed onto the bed by the witch.
"???"
"I don't care at all about having a wedding, Alvin."
Firmly.
Domineeringly.
Without allowing any doubt.
The azure witch pressed directly on him.
Leaning over to the young man's ear, teasing and panting.
"Marry me, now..."
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