A millennium of sin

In a house in New Darlington, Bai Mo held the wrist of a young man, his brow furrowed. The man was only thirty years old, the prime of his life as a human, but at this moment, his physical condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Magnetic Field Power surged through his body, causing his cells to regenerate rapidly, allowing him, who had been on the verge of death, to open his eyes again. The man happily grasped Bai Mo's hand, unable to contain his gratitude:

"Thank you so much for saving my life, sir. I am deeply grateful."

However, there was no joy on Bai Mo's face. He silently got up and left, and only after he went outside did a hint of worry appear on his face.

"What's wrong, my ally?"

The Queen's voice, both majestic and gentle, came from beside her Bai Mo turned her head and saw Morgan walking slowly towards her, her bone-carved high heels making a crisp sound on the stone pavement.

Your face seems filled with worry; what's troubling you so much?

Bai Mo looked at the somewhat enthusiastic Morgan and sighed softly, saying, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you. I appreciate your concern, but it's not something you can solve."

Morgan glanced around the room without batting an eye and immediately understood everything.

"Oh, so the humans here have reached the end of their lifespan, right?"

"Yes, although I already knew this before, I didn't expect it to come to this... Cells almost completely stop iterating at the age of thirty, causing people to die precisely in their thirtieth year."

I need to find a way to solve this problem. I can manage now with my own strength, but not in the future. Although the Britain are relatively few, their total number is still considerable.

Bai Mo frowned as he spoke, and Morgan's eyes flashed with a glint of light upon hearing this. It seemed that Bai Mo had not considered the cost and consequences of breaking the thirty-year limit for Britain humanity.

Just like Morgan, he never considered the costs and gains of saving Britain, nor did he think about whether he should do it, but rather how to do it.

"I can't solve this problem either. It's a pity, but the only thing that might be possible in all of Britain is the corpse in the Great Hollow of Camelot."

But the corpse cannot speak.

Bai Mo pondered for a moment, then shrugged and said, "There's no point in thinking about it now. I can only focus on the present. Sigh, if it were just a common human ailment, that would be fine..."

I still have a few places to visit, Morgan, you go ahead and do your work."

Bai Mo turned and left, and Morgan said nothing about it. If the people of Britain could break through the shackles of thirty years, it would be good news for her rule. If she could do it, she would have done it when she was the Queen of Winter.

As Morgan watched the hurried figure disappear into the next house, he turned to leave when a crack quietly opened in the doorway, and a small head peeked out, holding a bucket, seemingly preparing to go out to fetch water.

"Um... big sister, I didn't mean to eavesdrop at first."

"It's nothing. After all, we're just chatting at your doorstep. Go and rest after you've finished your work; it must be hard traveling such a long way."

Morgan's words revealed a hint of concern, and the child looked at Morgan's veil. Although he did not know Queen Morgan at all and could not see the face of the person in front of him, the extraordinary aura emanating from her still shocked the child, and at the same time, a curious thought arose in his heart.

"Um, are the older sister and the older brother a couple?"

"Hmm... you can think of us as husband and wife. Although I'm planning to settle some formalities before confirming this with him, you're too old to keep it a secret, so this is my answer. Go tell your friends about it when you're playing."

Morgan pondered for a moment, a subtle smile appearing at the corners of her lips beneath her veil. The child initially showed shock, then said with some excitement:

"The older sister and brother must live a very loving life. In Norwich, every time Dad comes home, Mom prepares dinner and gives him a massage. They both have such happy smiles on their faces."

Hearing this, Morgan paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "I see... then our relationship with your parents is quite different."

Then, before the child could continue speaking, the Queen vanished like a snowflake in the sunlight.

Almost everyone dreams of a happy marriage, but in Morgan's mind, those things had long been relegated to a corner like childish toys for grown-up children.

Marriage was merely a formality for her; everything served the ultimate goal of Britain. A thousand years of pilgrimage had hardened her heart to the rock, and her emotions were few and far between, buried deep beneath the frozen ground.

"Boggart."

"Your subordinate is here."

The Queen Knight knelt on the ground, head bowed, awaiting her command.

"Have you found any news about Beryl and my daughter Tristan?"

"I'm very sorry, but I searched Camelot and found no trace of the two."

Upon hearing this, Morgan did not reprimand Boggart, but instead began to eliminate possibilities in his mind: Camelot had no trace of the two, Oxford was unlikely to be a place for them to seek refuge, and Woodwose disliked Bab Vansh.

Londinium, Norwich, and Manchester can basically be ruled out, leaving not many options.

"Continue the search. Go to Salisbury and follow my previous orders. If you find her, secretly recall the princess and bring her to my side. Don't let Beryl know anything."

"Yes!"

As Boggart spoke, he retreated and came to the walls of New Darlington. He took deep breaths, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The Game of Thrones truly allowed no room for sentimentality.

"Your Majesty is truly cold-blooded and ruthless. Well, it makes sense. The position of Queen's consort is not one that a human Beryl can hold forever. It is only natural that he has been replaced."

I wonder how much this guy means to His Majesty. Maybe I should start preparing myself. Sigh, why did I get along with him so badly before?