Leave, Agravain

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

"Are you telling me to stop going after King Arthur?" Morgan le Fay asked, her face expressionless. But the veins bulging on her forehead showed that she was in no good mood.

"Yes, Mother." Agravain's tall frame looked pitifully like a little chick before his mother.

"Lord Anno. As long as Lord Anno remains by that king's side, your plan to bring about Britain's downfall will be difficult to carry out." Agravain gritted his teeth as he said it.

After more than a year of campaigning abroad, Agravain had come to hold Anno in both awe and fear.

He didn't want to, and couldn't bear to, face that taciturn yet peerlessly formidable beast.

Besides, Anno had looked after him a great deal in the army, and his martial skills had improved considerably.

He could be a teacher, imparting skills and knowledge to help you survive on the battlefield; he could also be a cold, powerful lord who answered betrayal with a longsword and a beam of light that cleaved through heaven and earth, leaving not even a scrap of you behind.

Morgan le Fay drew a deep breath.

A wave of resentment gathered in her chest.

Anno had made her miserable for far too long.

He had frightened her when she was little, she had nearly been married off to him when she was a bit older, and now he was coming to ruin her plans again.

Morgan le Fay ground her teeth.

The name Anno was like that of an evil spirit, filling her with both hatred and fear.

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

If only it were possible, I wouldn't want you involved in this dark plan either.

"This is the last time I'll show you a mother's affection, Agravain, my son." Morgan le Fay's manner suddenly softened, leaving Agravain, so accustomed to her icy presence, at a loss.

"Mother." He didn't know what to do.

"Don't call me Mother anymore. Leave, Agravain. From today on, we have nothing to do with each other." This is the last kindness I can show you as your mother. Live in the sunlight. Don't hide in the shadows from beginning to end as I have, my son.

Agravain raised his head in disbelief, only to see a tenderness in her eyes he had never seen before.

He lowered his head in shame and pressed it to the ground. "I understand, Mother."

Then he went out and left the Royal Court of Camelot.

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

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

Then she gave a despondent laugh.

"In the end, even my own son doesn't trust me as his mother." She murmured to herself.

"But I already knew Anno existed. How could I possibly not have prepared a way to deal with him?"

"If no one is willing to help me, I'll bring it down with my own hands. This country that should have been mine!"

Agravain walked outside and glanced back at the Royal Court of Camelot, feeling bereft.

Then he came face-to-face with King Arthur, dressed in a blue men's formal suit.

He bowed to Arthur.

King Arthur nodded and said, "Your name is Agravain, right?"

"Yes, my king." He stood up and looked at the king, who was not very tall.

"My elder sister's son—that is, my nephew—is currently a knight under Lord Anno. I'll call you Sir Agravain." She looked at her nephew with a smile.