You Go Out, Agravain

Agravain knelt on one knee before Morgan le Fay, his head bowed low.

"Are you telling me to stop targeting King Arthur?" Morgan le Fay's expression remained blank, though the veins bulging on her forehead betrayed her foul mood.

"Yes, Mother." Before his mother, Agravain's towering frame looked as pathetic as a chick.

"Lord Anno. As long as Lord Anno remains by that King's side, your plan to destroy Britain will be impossible to execute." Agravain gritted his teeth as he spoke these words.

After more than a year of campaigning abroad, Agravain's fear and reverence for Anno had reached an incomparable height.

He did not want, nor did he intend, to face this taciturn yet peerlessly formidable beast.

Furthermore, he had received much care from Anno within the army, and his martial arts had improved significantly.

He could be a teacher, imparting martial arts and knowledge to help you survive on the battlefield; he could also be a cold and powerful lord, responding to traitors with a longsword and a beam of light that pierced the heavens, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Morgan le Fay took a deep breath.

A sense of resentment gathered in her chest.

Anno had made her suffer for far too long.

She had been frightened by him as a child, nearly married off to him as she grew older, and now he was here to ruin her plans once again.

Morgan le Fay's teeth gnashed together, making a rattling sound.

The name Anno was like a demon, filling her with both intense hatred and overwhelming fear.

Forcing herself to calm down, Morgan le Fay sighed and looked at her eldest son, a son who had now fully grown into a man.

If it were possible, I wouldn't want you involved in these dark schemes either.

"This is the last time I will show you maternal affection, Agravain, my son." Morgan le Fay's tone suddenly softened, making Agravain, who was accustomed to her cold and gloomy aura, feel quite uncomfortable.

"Mother." He was at a loss for what to do.

"Do not call me Mother anymore. Leave, Agravain. From this day forward, we have no relationship." This is the last shred of mercy I have as a mother. Live under the sun; do not be like me, hiding in the shadows from beginning to end, my son.

Agravain looked up in disbelief, only to be met with a gaze of tenderness he had never seen before.

He lowered his head in shame, his forehead pressing against the floor. "I understand, Mother."

With that, he walked out, leaving the Camelot Royal Court.

From this day on, he was merely Agravain, a knight of Britain, a subject of King Arthur.

After Agravain left, Morgan le Fay stared blankly at the door, lost in thought.

Then, she gave a decadent laugh.

"In the end, even my own son does not trust me as a mother," she murmured to herself.

"But, since I know of Anno's existence, how could I possibly not have prepared a way to deal with him?"

"Since no one is willing to help me, I shall destroy this country that should have belonged to me with my own hands!"

Walking outside, Agravain looked back at the Camelot Royal Court, feeling a sense of loss.

Then, he encountered King Arthur, who was dressed in a blue men's formal suit.

He bowed to the King.

King Arthur nodded and spoke, "Your name is Agravain, correct?"

"Yes, my King." He stood up and looked at this King who was not particularly tall.

"My sister's son, my nephew, is currently a knight under the command of Lord Anno. I shall call you Sir Agravain." She looked at her nephew with a smile.