Harsh Rule Is Fiercer Than a Tiger

After eating and drinking their fill, they were ready to go.

Just as everyone was preparing to head to the Grand Cathedral, an unexpected turn of events arose.

"You're staying here?"

"Yes. Dahl and I wouldn't be much help anyway, so we won't get in your way."

At the door, the young slave couple clasped hands and exchanged a glance before bidding everyone farewell with apologetic expressions.

Samael asked quietly, "Even after this?"

Knock hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. "...Yes..."

Samael glanced at the Winged Tribe chief standing at the entrance, smiling and waving goodbye. His brows drew together slightly. "Voluntarily? You should know that fairies..."

Knock nodded with a faint smile. He looked up at the sky shrouded in white mist and murmured, "My lord, you know better than anyone that sometimes people are far more terrifying than animals..."

Morgan stepped forward and reminded them with a slight frown, "If you are willing to return to Camelot with me, I can pardon your status as slaves and grant you freedom and land."

Knock gently shook his head and politely declined. "Thank you for your generosity, but there's no need. Lady Muriian has allowed us to reclaim land, given us a house, and treated us very well. We can live well here."

Samael then stopped Morgan, who seemed about to say something, and bade them farewell with a smile.

"Very well. Since you've made up your minds, I won't force you. Take care of yourselves."

Afterward, the ancient serpent went up and spoke to Muriian alone for a few moments before decisively setting off.

Perhaps because she had acquired humans, Muriian was exceptionally generous with supplies and tacitly allowed Freya and Habetrotrot to join Samael's party.

On the road, Morgan sat in the carriage with her brows tightly