Chapter 932

In fact, this was because the battle between Morgan and Artoria was becoming increasingly intense, and the Queen could no longer attend to the protection of the Faerie Knight.

However, according to Bavag, this indicates another possibility—

Finally... even my mother abandoned me.

It's all my fault.

Because I always make my mother angry.

Because I always fantasize about unrealistic things.

From now on, the three of us will live together...

Even if I still remember Shirou, my mother has long since lost all affection for him.

The "place to belong" that I longed for never existed in the first place.

Slurp, slurp.

Bavag sniffled and curled up, hugging her knees tightly.

"Shirou isn't dead... He must still be alive..."

Without any basis, she kept repeating these words to herself as if performing Suggestion Magic.

However, Bavag is not good at Suggestion Magic.

She can't even deceive herself.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

Bavag felt she was about to collapse; her breathing became rapid.

"Wrong..."

She steadied herself again and said those words with unwavering resolve, trying to reassure herself.

"No, Shirou will come back."

Even though there was no one around, he was talking to himself as if he were half-hysterical.

"... Ugh."

The tears I had been holding back started flowing again; I couldn't take it anymore.

It's too painful to accept the fact that Shirou has disappeared.

"Haa... haa... sobbing... haa... uh..."

Tears streamed down her blank, lifeless eyes.

Bavag tried to bite her lip to hold back her tears, but she couldn't anymore.

An overwhelming loneliness took hold of her.

A tearing pain shot through my chest.

From this day forward, I will never see Shirou again.

When I'm sad, will he no longer comfort me?

When he's happy, will he stop patting my head?

"No... Waaah... No..."

Bavag shook her head, repeatedly saying no.

There are so many things I want to do with him.

I want to stay by his side forever, laughing and crying.

I want to be his lover.

I want to live with him.

She wants to have his child.

But now it all seems to be over.

Shirou died, Bavag's heart died too.

When he left, he left a huge hole in the girl's chest, a hole that could never be filled.

"... That's enough."

Bavag got out of bed, looking bewildered.

"Shirou is dead..."

"Even my mother doesn't want me anymore..."

"I'm already tired... I don't want to stay in this kind of place anymore..."

"That's right... run away... disappear..."

She looked around absentmindedly, her gaze finally settling on the terrace outside the room.

That's the direction of Camelot's main gate.

The very heart of the Fae Kingdom Britain, the Queen's true reason for building her capital here --

A bottomless cave that terrifies all fairies.

Bavag walked toward the Great Cavern in a daze, muttering to herself.

"Cernunnos... Cernunnos..."

"The only god Mother fears, the terrifying god, Cernunnos..."

"At the bottom of the great cave, crimson pupils... the doomsday lid that has failed to close even after 2000 years..."

Bavag walked to the edge of the terrace, gazed into the abyss, and let out a hollow laugh with a blank expression.

"Hahaha... Hahahahahahahaha..."

I've seen this claim before in books that have drifted from the Pan-Human History.

One should strive to live on in order to remember those one loves.

She can't do it; she's not that kind of person.

Bavag couldn't be as strong as the Witch, and she lacked the confidence to live the rest of her life solely based on memories of Shirou.

She was too frail to survive in a world without that person.

The red-haired girl resolutely stepped towards the abyss of the curse.

"Bavag, what are you doing?"

"Huh...?"

The girl's body instinctively froze on the spot.

She turned around and saw the Queen, her expression one of utter fury.

"Mother...? You're not talking to the Child of Prophecy...?"

Morgan strode quickly to Bavag in her high heels and pulled her back from the dangerous edge of the terrace.

"Ugh...!"

Because of the excessive force, the girl lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Bavag..."

Morgan frowned slightly, her chest heaving violently with anger.

"I'm... I'm sorry...!"

The red-haired girl clutched her head, curled up on the ground, trembling.

It's over... it's all over...!

I've made my mother angry again...!

I'm going to get yelled at...!

The girl thought to herself tremblingly, while waiting for the Queen's usual scolding.

"------"

But no matter how long she waited, Morgan never scolded her.

I couldn't even sense my mother's anger; instead, a sense of peace welled up inside me.

Bavag looked up in confusion and saw Morgan stroking her hair with a loving expression.

"Mother, dear Mother..."

Morgan said quietly, "Shirou is still alive, so don't do anything foolish."

"Huh? Shirou... he's still alive?"

Bavag looked incredulous.

Morgan offered no explanation, but instead focused his gaze on the red leather strap binding the girl's neck.

"..."

Bavag looked down and then touched the collar with her fingers.

This formal attire is the last bond between her and Shirou in this world.

As the inheritor of Black Magic, Bavag can curse the creator of objects, and of course, she can also sense the creator's presence.

"..."

The red-haired girl looked surprised. "Shirou is really still alive... I couldn't sense him before... Why...?"

She looked at Morgan, puzzled, but he simply gave her a curt reply.

"Shirou fulfilled his promise, that's all."

A familiar magic emanated from the girl's fingertips as she touched the collar.

"Shirou... is he really not dead?" she asked again.

"Yes, Shirou is still alive," Morgan replied again.

"Ugh... That's great... Ugh..."

Bavag burst into tears, and her body began to tremble violently.

The heartache that had been as numb as anesthesia now surged back like a tidal wave.

My heart started beating again, and I felt a surge of emotion.

Morgan gently stroked her hair until she calmed down.

"Is everything alright now?"

"Um... I'm much better now... Thank you so much, Mother."

Bavag moved away from the Queen somewhat awkwardly, keeping her distance.

Having never had the chance to act coquettishly before, she was somewhat flattered by the Queen's actions.

"I'm sorry, Bavag."

The Fae Queen looked at her timid daughter and said apologetically:

"I'm late because Artoria is so persistent."

"Mother! Please don't apologize!" the red-haired girl cried out in surprise.

"Shirou is right. I should consider your feelings more."

Morgan shook her head and said, "I'm a terrible mother, and I have no right to call myself your mother anymore."

"Well...!?"

Upon hearing the Queen's words, the red-haired girl paused, her shoulders trembling with unease.

"You... you mean..."

Morgan said earnestly, "If possible, could you give me another chance to make amends?"

"..."