The Lady of the Lake's Group Operation 2/3

Moreover, judging from what he had just observed, Morgan lacked even basic knowledge of caring for infants and had never breastfed before.

Therefore, the Enchantress Consort definitely would not personally get pregnant, endure ten months of carrying a child and the pain of childbirth, then give birth.

Otherwise, with five of them, wouldn't she have to spend every day nesting and carrying children, confined after childbirth all year round? How would she have had time to roam about and leave behind so many legends?

Those so-called five children were most likely created using techniques she had learned from her father, King Uther—using genetic material from specific bloodlines, combined with the mystery of this island and its blessings, to nurture specially engineered lifeforms.

That was precisely why these Knights of the Round Table were each more absurdly powerful than the last.

And they had never formed especially strong feelings toward their mother, who had nominally cared for them little yet left a deep impression on them. In the future, they would basically all become King Arthur's loyal supporters, devoting themselves to opposing their own mother.

What could one say? Every drink and every bite was ordained by fate.

As an observer, Samael silently sighed after sorting through his thoughts.

"They're coming again! Watch out!"

Just as the ancient serpent's thoughts had wandered off and he was busy gossiping about his ally Morgan behind him, a cold shout suddenly rang out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a light tap of the blue-black staff, spears woven from ether shot out from behind Samael, accurately piercing and destroying three black monsters that had charged out of the shadows.

Yet in the next instant, rustling from the grass and violent trembling from the branches sounded again.

One smoky figure after another, radiating death and ominous malice,