At dusk.
A brilliant streak of gold hung on the horizon.
Like molten gold, it slowly poured over every brick and tile of the ancient castle.
At this hour, the castle's back garden seemed especially still and peaceful, as though nature had deliberately draped this historic building in a veil of gold.
A breeze brushed Ian's cheek, carrying the faint flower scent from the back garden. It slipped through the neatly trimmed hedges, while the occasional cry of a night bird made the place even more secluded.
His gaze passed through layers of flowers and settled on the elegant woman in the distance. She wore a dark green gown, its hem swaying gently with her steps.
As though she had become one with the garden.
This was Morgan's mother.
Lady Igraine did not notice Ian's arrival. She was squatting in the garden, trimming her flowers and plants. It should have been a gardener's job, yet she handled it with remarkable ease.
Perhaps it was one of her usual hobbies—standing in the shadows of the castle's back garden, Ian was still amazed that reality could be even more outrageous and absurd than unofficial history.
A pregnant woman!
And she was having an affair with King Uther!
The early Middle Ages really were more chaotic than anything he had learned about in his previous life!
"Even The Legend of Zhen Huan would only count as kid stuff here!" Ian lowered his head and looked at the king chess piece in his hand. The piece he had obtained from the Chamber of Secrets was giving off a faint glow.
At that moment, the chess piece seemed alive, trembling slightly in his palm. Clearly, it was resonating with the fetus in Lady Igraine's womb that Ian had sensed.
The fetus in Morgan's mother's belly