Britain in Great Peril

Before the somewhat old and weathered manor, Morgan slowed with every step. At last, she stopped by the roadside, a trace of hesitation on her face.

"I just remembered that I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be accompanying you to your appointment."

"That makes sense..."

Samael did not ask further. He merely smiled and nodded, glancing at the two children as he stroked his chin in thought.

"Taking these two little ones along really would be inconvenient. Sorry for the trouble, but please return the kidnapped baby girl to her parents first.

"Besides, Barghest is not exactly suited to showing her face. Once you're done, if it's convenient, go two intersections ahead, turn left, and wait for me at the inn by the entrance.

"I happen to have a few things I need to ask you about."

As he spoke, the Ancient Serpent tossed over the key in his hand. Morgan, still somewhat dazed, caught it as if possessed, her thoughts growing hazy.

Clearly, I just didn't want anything to do with that old man Sir Ector. Since when did I start thinking so much?

Only after Samael's figure gradually receded and disappeared into the manor did the Witch, holding a child in each arm, finally snap out of her reverie.

Forget it. Since it was all for investigating the cause of the great calamity, she might as well stay in Cornwall for a few more days.

After all, being around this fellow gave her a rare sense of ease.

Morgan gently shook her head. As she turned to leave, the corners of her lips unconsciously curled into a faint smile.

Inside the manor, Samael looked back at the figure heading toward the district struck by disaster the previous night and smiled calmly.

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