章 225: Chapter 225: Revelations and Laughter: A Sister’s Concern
"Pfft, hahaha…" Guinevere burst into laughter, unable to contain herself. But after a few seconds, she remembered that the person getting pummeled was Merlin—her beloved Altria's teacher. Feeling guilty, she quickly covered her mouth.
However, a glance at Altria revealed that even she was laughing. Relieved, Guinevere lowered her hand and continued to giggle freely. Merlin, meanwhile, looked utterly dejected.
Seeing Merlin's disheartened expression, Lott couldn't help but tease him. Draping an arm over Merlin's shoulder, he began guiding him out of the tent. "Come on, let me introduce you to a new job. I'll pay you well. How about going to the Wind Clan and charming a few more fairies?"
As they walked away, Lott kept up the playful banter, causing Merlin to sigh in exasperation. Meanwhile, Morgan turned her attention to Altria.
"Don't worry about the next battle," Morgan reassured her. "With us here, everything will be fine."
A Knight's Doubt and a Sister's Encouragement
"Yeah," Altria nodded, but her expression was still clouded with disappointment. The single hair on her head drooped, mirroring her mood.
"Are you feeling down?" Morgan asked gently, noticing Altria's slumped demeanor.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I feel like I've let you down," Altria confessed, her voice tinged with regret.
Morgan waved her hand dismissively. "It's alright. Lott and I brought some snacks to cheer you up. When he returns, we'll all have a taste together. Remember, everyone experiences failure at some point. This time, you lost, but next time you'll win. You're still so young, Altria. There's plenty of room for growth."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Altria replied softly, nodding. Then, she hesitated before adding, "But… haven't you and His Majesty Lott never lost a battle?"
Morgan's face lit up with a proud smile. "Of course, because Lott is with me. With him, there's no such thing as failure."
Unexpectedly, Altria and Guinevere found themselves smiling at Morgan's words, feeling a warmth in their hearts.
"Yes, His Majesty Lott is indeed wise and strong," Altria murmured, still smiling.
Seeing her relax a bit, Morgan gestured for her to sit down. "Let's wait for Lott to return."
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Lott was still holding onto Merlin.
"Aren't you worried I might try something against you?" Merlin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not really," Lott replied nonchalantly. "If anything happens to me, your plans will be ruined. Your nature is more like those fairies than you care to admit."
Merlin's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. Before he could respond, Lott let his aura flare slightly, revealing the power of the Kavach-Kundal, his divine armor.
"Besides, even if I can't beat you outright, I can protect myself," Lott said confidently.
Merlin's eyes widened. "Is that… Kavach-Kundal from India?!"
For once, Merlin was genuinely surprised. He had heard rumors but never expected Lott to possess such a powerful artifact. "How did you get it?"
"That's my secret," Lott replied with a sly grin. "Things have changed a lot since I arrived. You can't rely on your old predictions anymore."
Merlin fell silent, absorbing Lott's words.
"You know Altria as well as I do," Lott continued. "She could wield Rhongomyniad, but have you considered what that would do to her?"
"If it goes too far, she would no longer be Altria but the goddess Rhongomyniad," Merlin admitted, his voice low.
"Exactly. So, would she still be your student then?" Lott asked pointedly.
"I can manage it. I won't let her become that way," Merlin insisted, his confidence unwavering.
"Are you really sure you can control everything?" Lott pressed.
"Yes," Merlin said with a smile, nodding firmly.
Seeing Merlin's confidence, Lott spoke slowly, "But then, there's me."
Merlin's smile faltered.
"So, I have one last thing to say to you," Lott continued, drawing out his words.
"What is it?" Merlin asked, his curiosity overcoming his apprehension.
"Get out!" Lott suddenly shouted, and with a swift kick to Merlin's backside, he sent him flying out of the barracks.
"Get lost!" Lott bellowed after him.
Merlin stumbled, then picked himself up with a rueful smile. "Well, I guess I got caught this time," he muttered, dusting himself off.
Laughter and Secrets
Returning to the tent, Lott was in high spirits. He picked up the snacks he had prepared earlier and entered, smiling.
"I've sent Merlin on his way. Here are some treats. Enjoy!" he said cheerfully.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Lott," Altria said, her face lighting up. She eagerly took the snacks. There was so much that it looked like it would be enough for a full meal, and Altria's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Seeing her like this, both Lott and Morgan exchanged satisfied smiles. The shadow of Altria's earlier defeat seemed to be lifting.
[She's such a good kid. There's no way we're letting her take up the Holy Spear and bear a burden far too heavy for someone her age,] Lott thought, glancing at Altria.
Morgan nodded subtly, having heard Lott's thoughts. There were some things they had to protect her from, at least for now. But should they tell Altria about her true heritage?
Morgan hesitated, torn between the desire to keep Altria safe and the need to be honest.
Lott was contemplating the same issue. [When will Morgan decide to tell her the truth? If we keep hiding it, she might react badly when she finds out later.]
Morgan's heart echoed his thoughts. It couldn't be postponed much longer. What if Merlin tried something again?
"Guinevere, I need to speak with Altria privately. Could you give us a moment?" Morgan asked, her voice gentle but firm.
"Huh? Oh, of course," Guinevere said, blinking in surprise. She hesitated, then nodded and left the tent.
Once they were alone, Morgan's expression turned mischievous. "Come here, Altria. Let me see how you've grown," she teased, leaning closer.
"W-What?!" Altria's eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively hugged her chest, backing away. She shot a desperate look at Lott. "Your Majesty Lott, please stop your wife!"
Morgan's grin widened as she reached out playfully. "Don't be shy! Let me see!"
"No, Your Majesty, please!" Altria's voice was filled with panic as she tried to evade Morgan's teasing grasp.
My Father, King Uther
Altria's eyes were wide with panic as she glanced at Lott, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She took a step back, her voice trembling. "Please, Your Majesty, don't!"
"Stop being silly. Let me see!" Morgan insisted, her playful grin turning into a mock-serious expression as she reached out again.
The whole scene was so absurd that Lott couldn't help but laugh. "Morgan, you're scaring her!"
Seeing Altria's distress, Morgan finally relented. She straightened up, her expression softening. "I'm just teasing you, Altria. But there's something serious we need to discuss."
Altria slowly lowered her arms, still wary but no longer on the verge of fleeing. "What is it, Your Majesty?"
Morgan took a deep breath, glancing at Lott before turning back to Altria. "It's about your true identity. Your father… was King Uther."
The words hung in the air, heavy with significance. Altria's eyes widened in shock as she tried to process what Morgan had just said.
"My father… King Uther?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yes, Altria. You're not just a knight; you're of royal blood," Morgan said gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "You are the rightful heir to the throne, my sister."
The revelation left Altria stunned. She stood there, speechless, as the weight of Morgan's words settled over her.
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