Chapter 209: Origin

He hadn't rested all night. As dawn broke, Kao found himself alone, his confusion evident.

"This isn't right! Shouldn't the village chief pursue me? Has he not noticed anything?" he pondered.

But there was a silver lining to this situation: no one was aware of their improved circumstances, allowing him to move quickly to the patriarch.

Little did Kauna know, the village chief had already been captured—killed, in fact, by Lott and Morgan.

On the other side, Lott and Morgan had enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep and were preparing to leave as they woke.

In another part of the room, Leah was tightly bound and gagged. She looked at Lott and Morgan with wide eyes, muffled cries escaping her lips.

For safety's sake, Leah had been securely restrained by Lott and Morgan since the previous night. Even as Lott and Morgan planned to leave, they had no intention of freeing her.

"Don't worry; this place is close to the other houses. You'll be discovered soon enough. Alright, let's go," Morgan said with a smile to the bound Leah.

With that, Lott and Morgan departed, leaving behind a chaotic scene in the village. Leah, realizing she was in trouble, couldn't quite grasp the specifics of her predicament. Even if she tried, the truth eluded her.

The village chief, who might have known more, was already gone.

Now, they needed to move quietly and witness the downfall of this goblin clan.

A few days later, within the Camelot army:

"We've taken care of everything; you can rest easy now," Gawain, Galahad, and Baobhan Sith assured the Fairy Morgan.

"Understood," the Fairy Morgan replied, feigning understanding.

Inside, she was grinning secretly. Now, she truly comprehended the discomfort of being a puppet—spending days in the barracks with nothing to do.

Every day felt monotonous: staring at the sky and counting ants on the ground. The last few days had been especially dull.

However, Camelot's food was exceptional. The Fairy Morgan could confidently say that regardless of her origins—from the Inner Sea of the Planet or her memories of ruling Britain for centuries—she had never tasted such delicious food before.

The food was so good that even the Fairy Morgan felt like she was in a different land. British cuisine was notoriously subpar, but Camelot's offerings were extraordinary.

At that moment, the Fairy Morgan understood why the soldiers of Camelot were so motivated; they were eating exquisite food, compelling them to fight for their king.

Without Lott and Morgan, they would never have the luxury of such meals again. That alone would inspire desperate loyalty.

The Fairy Morgan decided to voice her thoughts to Gawain and the others: "You all should go rest; I'll do the same."

"Alright," they replied.

Despite their identical appearances, everyone recognized this wasn't the true Morgan, so their respect was muted. Galahad, however, maintained a knightly demeanour, and after their exchange, they returned to their tents.

The Fairy Morgan entered her tent and was surprised to find a figure sitting on her bed.

It was a girl—she could only see a pair of white calves illuminated by the moonlight.

"Who is this?" she wondered, perplexed by the girl's sudden appearance.

Could this be a captive? Some armies did seize girls for their desires, but she was a woman herself! If anyone were to be captured, it should be Lott!

Then again, Lott wouldn't be interested in her. He was not interested in other women, his affections firmly bound to the alternate-world version of Morgan.

So, what was going on?

"This young lady…" the Fairy Morgan began, wanting to inquire about the girl's identity.

As she focused, the girl's features became clear—it was Melusine.

"Fairy Knight Lancelot," the goblin Morgan said, recognition dawning.

Melusine's eyes lit up at the name. "So you know me and my connection to Lancelot."

"Of course," the fairy Morgan replied, nodding, intrigued. "But how did you end up here?"

"I came to find answers," Melusine stated.

"Answers?" The fairy Morgan was curious. What could Melusine want to know?

It struck her that she wasn't just Morgan, the one with peculiar memories, but the Queen Morgan of Camelot.

"Yes, I want to know about my relationship with Lancelot—specifically, my origins," Melusine clarified.

As if worried the fairy Morgan might deceive her, Melusine added, "I was told you could answer my questions. So please, don't lie."

"Who told you that?" the goblin Morgan asked, genuinely curious.

"Tonelico" Melusine answered.

Tonelico?

The Fairy Morgan paused, realizing that was the name she had been using in disguise.

So, Melusine had encountered her without knowing it, and here she was, with a job to do.

What should she say next?

After some thought, the Fairy Morgan looked at Melusine and said, "Your strength does not originate from this world."

"Just like he said?" Melusine responded earnestly.

"Yes, what he said is accurate. Fairies are facing a tremendous change, and another world is encroaching upon us." The Fairy Morgan continued a spark of anticipation in her expression, "In that other world, you inherited Lancelot's spiritual foundation. Therefore, I also attempted to enable you to inherit that foundation and gain your current strength."

"You mean you made me like this!?" Melusine exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed," the fairy Morgan confirmed.