55. The legend of the Red Dragon is by no means a sudden arrival
[This is a legend that appeared without warning. ]
[You learned all this in Gawain's report. ]
["The white dragon has sharp fangs and sharp claws, ravaging the land with a violent attitude."]
["But people of Britain, you have nothing to fear."]
["The incarnation of the red dragon will surely come to you and become the new king of Britain."]
["The Knights of the Round Table will raise their swords with them to defeat foreign enemies."]
["If the red dragon emerges, the white dragon will perish, but Britain will still exist."]
["Everyone, please wait expectantly for the proof to come!"]
"Father, Mother, that's probably it."
"There may be some other versions, but I don't think they're too different."
Gawain, dressed as a knight, spoke respectfully in front of Ian and Morgan - he respected his parents from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, you go back."
"I understand, Father."
After watching Gawain disappear at the end of the corridor, Ian closed the room door.
Silence enveloped the room, silently swearing that some unspeakable crisis had quietly arrived.
"My Lady."
Ian walked up to Morgan and said with a serious expression.
"Something doesn't seem right."
And Morgan said what Ian was about to say as if she had predicted it.
"Ian, you want to know why there is such a legend suddenly, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ian nodded, "This is unreasonable."
"Neither I nor Gawain have ever heard of such a thing during previous patrols."
"It was literally designed to shock us."
"I think I should put my plans on hold and find out what's going on."
"Um."
Morgan took Ian's hand.
"But before that, Ian, I want to ask you a question."
"Please speak, my lady."
"What... do you think of this legend?" Morgan's tone was somewhat tentative.
"It's meaningless." Ian didn't hesitate at all.
"Meaningless?"
"Yes." Ian looked directly at Morgan in front of him, "My dear princess, the only one who can ascend the throne in the end is you, and only you."
"I don't recognize any king except you."
"I will use all my strength to defend your throne, even if it requires sacrificing myself."
"Shut up."
Morgan touched Ian's lips with her fingertips.
"You are mine."
"Whether you sacrifice or not is up to me. It's not your turn to make your own decisions."
[You and Morgan have temporarily shelved the idea of fabricating a foreign invasion. ]
[Instead, you begin to seriously investigate the legend of the red dragon that suddenly appeared in Camelot. ]
[But the result will surprise you. ]
[Almost all the people and even the knights do not think this is something that happened suddenly. ]
[In their understanding, this is a legend that appeared several years ago and is extremely credible. ]
[You suddenly realize that this time seems to coincide with the time of King Uther's expedition. ]
[You feel that the situation is getting worse. ]
[You return to the royal court and report all this to Morgan. ]
"Is this a legend that existed when my father went to war?"
Morgan's eyes widened a bit, with bursts of surprise in her blue eyes.
"How can this be?"
"I've never heard of such a thing!"
Ian's reaction to Morgan wasn't surprising - it was his first reaction too.
If the legend of the red dragon had been spread a few years ago, it was absolutely impossible for him and Morgan not to know about it!
So--
There is only one answer.
Ian looked at Morgan and found that the other person was also looking at her.
The two exchanged glances for a moment and knew that they were thinking of the same thing.
"My lady, is it magic?"
"It should be right." Morgan replied coldly, "And it is a suggestion magic that has been hidden for a long time. Its effective range is the entire Camelot."
"My Lady, isn't that similar to your previous magic?"
"Yes."
Morgan looked serious.
"If you think about it from the perspective of protecting the effectiveness of magic, those unmanned armors before were probably to ensure that it takes effect at this moment."
"This..." Ian's expression became a little heavy.
"Is that what the magician with the petals did again?"
"There is a high probability that this will be the case."
Morgan walked to the bookshelf nearby, took down a thick book from it, and then quickly rummaged through it.
"Similar to the magic that hides names, it has been running for a long time and cannot be removed in a simple way."
Morgan closed the book with a snap, and her voice became different.
"This shows that my father has directly rejected me from the beginning."
"He never considered the possibility of me."
"..."
Listening to Morgan's somewhat distorted voice, Ian walked up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and held her whole body in his arms.
"It's okay, my lady."
"You don't need any approval from the late king."
"Your ability is enough to erase this meaningless prejudice."
[Your comfort did play a big role. ]
[Morgan, who was shaking with anger, gradually calmed down in your arms. ]
[She put the book in her hand back on the bookshelf and straightened her messy hair. ]
"Really."
Morgan held Ian's hand on her waist.
"I don't need that recognition."
"I made it all happen on my own."
"That's right, my lady."
Ian rested his head on Morgan's shoulder, took a deep breath, and seemed to be enjoying it very much.
"Your persistence makes me even more obsessed with you."
"Really?" Morgan recovered and smiled slightly.
"Then Ian, you may have to pay something for enjoying this."
"Will you check out the so-called Red Dragon's proof for me?"
"It should be so, my Lady."
[You begin to secretly investigate what Clthe proof is. ]
[But in the end, nothing was found—the magician who set up many traps seemed to have hidden the proof itself. ]
[You realize that this is an extremely powerful opponent. ]
[But what you don't know is that the actual situation may be far simpler than you think. ]
Somewhere on the hills outside Camelot.
A man with silver hair was standing on the hillside, looking at the majestic castle in the distance.
He yawned and said to himself in a rather lazy tone:
"What is supposed to come has come."
"But I haven't finished building that thing yet... Hey, forget it, I'll spend a few minutes doing whatever I want later."
The man repeated words that he didn't know whether they were true or false, and he didn't know what they meant.
He scratched the back of his head and walked onto the field road.
After the footsteps, the ground is covered with flower petals.
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