"Morgan... what exactly did you just say?" Arthur asked slowly, still unable to fully process what he had just heard.
His mind felt somewhat sluggish after Morgan's sudden change in behavior.
It was understandable that Arthur was confused.
Throughout the entire pursuit and battle against the Saxons, he had barely even had time to breathe, much less notice whether there was some strange mark on his neck.
Besides, in such a chaotic situation, who would pay attention to something like that?
However, the moment he met Morgan's cold eyes, Arthur immediately became alert again.
I almost forgot...
This woman is the Goddess of Death.
A completely unpredictable existence.
I almost got dragged into her pace again.
Morgan slowly caressed the faint mark on Arthur's neck with the tips of her fingers. Her bluish eyes seemed filled with silent rage, as though they wished to crush the existence of whoever had left that mark behind.
For just an instant, the atmosphere around her became heavy enough to make breathing difficult.
However, upon noticing Arthur's strange gaze, Morgan quickly seemed to regain her composure.
The killing intent vanished.
Her usual elegant smile reappeared on her face as if nothing had happened.
"It's nothing..." she said softly. "Just a joke."
Morgan then slowly stepped away and returned to sit on the edge of the bed, adjusting the collar of her dress with calm and refined movements.
"You should rest first," she continued casually. "I have a few things to take care of."
It happened so suddenly that Arthur stood there for several seconds without knowing how to react.
Morgan's mood swings were terrifyingly fast.
One moment earlier, she looked ready to kill someone.
The next moment, she was smiling normally again.
Arthur hesitated for a moment before looking back at the woman in front of him.
Morgan wore the same gentle smile as always, as though nothing had happened.
"As for the traitor..." she said calmly while crossing her legs. "I would like to investigate that first."
She then cast a brief glance toward Arthur's neck.
"As for the mark... I'll hand it over to you in a few days."
Arthur blinked in surprise.
"You already found some clues about the traitor?"
"Hmm..." Morgan placed a finger against her lips, pretending to think for a moment before smiling again. "I believe so."
Then she raised her eyes toward Arthur.
"Sleep well. Leave the rest to me."
Arthur could not help but admire Morgan internally.
As expected of her...
Her behavior was always mysterious.
She seemed capable of discovering important information absurdly quickly without appearing to make any effort.
However, Arthur still felt that something was strange.
After Morgan left the room, Arthur continued staring at the place where she had disappeared.
Her words kept replaying endlessly in his mind.
Is the Mark of the Goddess of Death real or not after all?
Arthur was not naïve enough to blindly believe everything Morgan said.
On the other hand, she had also presented fairly convincing arguments.
Besides, the mark truly existed.
He had seen it with his own eyes.
Therefore, it was difficult to simply conclude that Morgan was completely lying.
Perhaps the Mark of the Goddess of Death truly existed.
Or perhaps Morgan was merely using a half-truth to manipulate him.
While reflecting on that, Arthur slowly felt a strong drowsiness take over his body.
The accumulated exhaustion from the battle was finally beginning to take its toll.
He slowly walked toward the bed and closed his eyes.
I hope this time I can find my master again...
Although that is probably impossible.
---
Meanwhile...
In another room of the castle.
Milo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly humming a soft melody while swinging her feet in the air.
She was clearly in an excellent mood.
The girl wore a thin light-pink nightgown, light enough to partially reveal the delicate curves of her body. Her long pink hair casually fell over her back and shoulders, while much of her skin remained exposed to the cold night air.
Her feet swayed absentmindedly, crossing together like those of a carefree child.
"So I finally got to meet the real King Arthur..." she murmured dreamily with a smile.
Milo leaned comfortably against the headboard before continuing:
"I heard he hasn't even turned sixteen yet... but he's far more amazing than I imagined."
As she recalled the battle from that day, her eyes sparkled.
Arthur had charged alone against an entire army without the slightest hesitation.
That had deeply moved her.
Milo slowly brought her fingers to her lips.
"Today I left my mark on King Arthur's neck..." she murmured softly, blushing faintly. "So next time... I'll make King Arthur leave his mark on me."
She looked extremely pleased with herself.
For Milo, that would not be difficult.
She had absolute confidence in her own appearance.
Ever since childhood, she had grown accustomed to the obsessive gazes of the people around her.
Including those of her own older brothers.
At that thought, the smile on her face diminished slightly.
"It's truly disgusting..." she muttered quietly. "They were my brothers."
Her father was no different.
That lecherous old man even desired the children born from his mistress.
A completely repulsive man.
However, all of that only proved one thing: she was beautiful.
Otherwise, she would never have attracted so much desire.
And a king so young...
Ah...
A boy that age could probably be easily seduced with just a little charm.
The only problem was finding opportunities to be alone with him.
But that was only a matter of time.
Once she gave her body to King Arthur...
She would have countless ways to influence him.
Milo slowly hugged her pillow while a blush climbed onto her cheeks.
"King Arthur..." she murmured softly.
As she recalled the events of the day, especially the moment she pressed her lips against his neck, a sweet shiver ran through her body.
"I really want to get Arthur soon..." she sighed passionately while her fingers slowly moved down between her legs.
Then she repeated his name softly once again.
"Arthur..."
"Arthur... Arthur..."
"Arthur..."
"Ah, I see. So you're obsessed with him, aren't you?"
A sweet and elegant voice suddenly appeared beside her.
Milo froze instantly.
She had not even noticed when that person appeared.
Morgan was already standing beside the bed, silently watching her with an extremely gentle smile.
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.
"Doing this kind of thing while calling the name of a man you met less than half a month ago..." Morgan said calmly. "What a shameless girl."
Milo abruptly snapped out of her daze.
Her fingers immediately stopped moving as she turned to look at the woman standing beside the bed.
"Princess Morgan...?"
"Ah, don't mind me." Morgan smiled softly. "Please, continue."
She then tilted her head slightly.
"Or rather..." she continued in an amused tone, "perhaps I could help you."
Milo blinked in surprise.
"However, I don't wish to bother him." She smiled delicately. "But I would be very happy if I could call King Arthur over to keep me company."
"After all..." she said sweetly, "the nights can be very lonely."
Morgan slowly narrowed her eyes.
Her smile remained exactly the same.
However, her eyes were cold.
"So..." she said softly, "you want a man you met such a short time ago to come keep you company?"
(End of Chapter)