Mordred fell silent, somewhat dejected as he lowered his head to look at the ground and asked in a muffled voice.
"Because of what happened before, do you still resent him?"
"No."
Morgan shook her head faintly and looked up at the brilliant band of light beneath the night sky, her gaze cold and deep.
"It's only that this country no longer needs him. Nothing here needs him anymore, and even that name will not appear in Camelot's records."
"Why the hell not?! He clearly did so much for you, for all of us!"
Hearing that everything Samael had done was to be denied, the rebellious knight could not help feeling indignant.
"Enough, Mordred!"
As her words fell, a cold, stagnant voice echoed through the great hall from beneath the Lion Mane Helmet.
Morgan curled her fingers around the light wheel in her hand, shaped like both spear and staff, and struck it against the ground. A dark golden haze spread outward, and a heavy pressure bore down upon Mordred, making his armor creak as his body bent uncontrollably.
"Since you chose to stay, then do what you are supposed to do. Do not ask what you should not ask. This is not something you need to consider!"
The defiant knight directly dismissed her cumbersome armor, forcibly resisting the pressure. She stubbornly lifted her head and sneered at the figure upon the throne.
"You think anyone besides that crybaby Bavangshi wants to stay by your side and listen to you boss us around with that sour face all day?! If it weren't because I promised him..."
Yet at this point, Mordred seemed to remember something, and her words came to an abrupt stop.
"Anyway, no matter what you think, I'll always believe that whatever my partner does, he must have