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Chapter 277: It Will Be Carried by Me (2.3k)
🕑 Added 2025-02-01 19:08:01 +0000 UTCRecently, the quiet Fairy Kingdom of Camelot has been filled with unexpected laughter.
But that wasn’t the most surprising part.
What truly stood out was that the source of this laughter was none other than the aloof queen, Morgan, the ruler of all of Fairy Britain.
In the afternoon garden, dressed in a lavish gown crafted by fairies, Morgan had removed the veil that concealed her delicate face and sat quietly across from the black-haired, emerald-eyed young man.
This was Morgan’s avatar—her true body could not leave the throne.
However, calling it merely an avatar wasn’t entirely accurate, for the body on the throne had already fallen into slumber, and her consciousness was now entirely focused on this form.
And the sole purpose of this was to share afternoon tea with Promise.
Not far from the pavilion, Fairy Knights Melusine and Baobhan Sith stood watch, serving as special guards.
Yet Baobhan Sith’s gray eyes remained fixed on Promise, her gaze filled with curiosity but also clear irritation.
After all, Baobhan Sith was Morgan’s "daughter"… To be precise, she was the only one during Morgan’s salvation journey who had ever expressed gratitude and goodwill toward her.
This, in turn, led to her being persecuted, hated, and tormented by the other fairies.
Thus, when she was on the brink of death, Morgan saved her, and to ensure her happiness, Morgan granted her the Saint Graph of Tristan from Proper Human History’s Knights of the Round Table and taught her to become prouder and crueler, so that she would not be bullied by other fairies.
Morgan cherished her deeply, so much so that she would even forsake her two-thousand-year guardianship of Britain for her sake.
Yet Baobhan Sith knew nothing of this. She only understood that "when she tormented the weak," she would receive praise and joy from her "mother," Morgan.
Thus, in order to earn her mother’s love, she became the most brutal of the Fairy Knights.
"Melusine, do you know that slave?"
Baobhan Sith’s gaze remained locked onto Promise.
Ever since he had arrived, Morgan had stepped down from her throne to dine with him and converse with him.
Such favor made Baobhan Sith’s jealousy twist her face in anger.
Melusine cast her a glance and then seriously warned her, "Baobhan Sith, restrain your ugly bloodlust. If you dare lay a hand on him, I promise you, my sword will pierce your heart!"
Hearing this, Baobhan Sith did not get angry.
Instead, she turned to Melusine and smiled slyly.
After that, her eyes glowed with an even deeper curiosity as she looked at Promise.
Melusine watched her warily.
What she did not know, however, was that Baobhan Sith had no intention of harming or tormenting Promise.
Because of the words Morgan had said from the very beginning,
Seeing Promise was the same as seeing her.
.
.
"Three days have already passed."
Morgan, with elegant and beautiful gestures, placed her floral tea down as her sky-blue eyes quietly looked at the boy before her, now dressed in a light-colored fairy robe.
"Are you comfortable staying here?"
Promise nodded.
Indeed, there was nothing to be uncomfortable about. After all, he had even lived in the temples of gods for quite some time.
Especially in the temple of his teacher, Hephaestus, where the dolls, who had received their names because of him, cared for him as if he were a fragile gemstone.
"Then… what do you think of my kingdom?"
Morgan asked.
At that moment, both Melusine and Baobhan Sith turned their eyes toward her.
And they were shocked to see that their queen, their ever-cold sovereign, was actually showing a hint of nervousness over something so trivial.
"I think it’s very beautiful."
In this regard, Promise did not hide his thoughts and answered honestly.
"It’s just… while it is beautiful, it is also far too fragile."
"That is enough," Morgan murmured.
Upon hearing those words, a faint smile appeared on her face, usually cold as ice.
"Thank you."
After a brief exchange, she rose and left.
Seeing Morgan approach, Baobhan Sith's eyes flickered with mischief as she suddenly grinned and shoved Melusine toward Morgan before quickly striding toward Promise.
Seeing this, Melusine panicked and wanted to follow, but Morgan stopped her.
Noting the worry in Melusine’s eyes, Morgan glanced at Baobhan Sith’s back before speaking softly, "It’s fine. He… will take good care of her."
Although Melusine was still worried about Promise, since Morgan had spoken, she hesitated for a while before obediently following her queen.
And then—
"Hey!"
Baobhan Sith stuck her head out and stepped in front of Promise.
Her long hair, as red as blood, cascaded behind her, strikingly vivid yet carrying an inexplicable beauty.
At this moment, however, jer face was filled with unconcealed curiosity and irritation as she stared at him and spoke, "Who the hell are you, and what exactly is your relationship with Mother?"
Promise looked at the girl before him—delicate in appearance like a princess, yet internally twisted due to various reasons.
After a brief moment of thought, he smiled and gave her an answer she would like, one that wasn’t exactly a lie.
"If I had to say… I guess you could consider me her pet."
Baobhan Sith was obviously stunned by the unexpected response. Then, her eyes lit up with excitement. "So that means… you're my new toy?!"
"Oh, right, let me introduce myself. I am Fairy Knight Tristan. You can call me Baobhan Sith. I am Mother's—"
"Her daughter, right?" Promise interjected with a light chuckle as he stood up and took her words. "Morgan told me… she loves you very much."
The moment those words left his mouth, Baobhan Sith's entire body stiffened as if she had heard something utterly inconceivable.
Her gray eyes gradually widened, locking onto him.
"You said… Mother loves me?" Her voice dropped, carrying an unsettling chill. "Do you understand how terrifying the consequences will be if you’re lying to me?"
Baobhan Sith's face darkened.
She seemed unable to accept this idea, glaring at Promise with barely restrained fury as her lips curled, revealing her sharp fangs.
If not for Morgan’s direct orders, she would have already pounced on him, sinking her teeth into his throat and draining him dry.
Promise pretended not to notice the suffocating bloodlust pressing down on him as he answered casually, "I’m not lying. If you don’t believe me, we can go and ask her together."
After saying this, Promise turned and left, leaving the girl frozen in place, staring intently at his retreating figure, hesitating but never daring to follow.
But Promise knew—she would definitely come to see him again.
About half an hour later, Melusine rushed back in a panic.
Upon seeing that Baobhan Sith was nowhere in sight and that Promise was unharmed, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Then, as she approached Promise, she instinctively wanted to say something. But the moment her gaze landed on him, her lips parted slightly—only to slowly close again.
After that, just like the past three days, she silently followed by his side.
Wherever Promise went, she went.
No matter how he tried to engage her in conversation, Melusine simply lowered her head and remained silent.
Yet, she never left, staying by his side until nightfall.
Because in her mind, she kept recalling the starry night sky, the way the stars had been arranged into that magnificent picture.
And at the same time, the memory of Aurora saving her lingered in her thoughts.
All of it… left her mind in complete turmoil.
As night fell and Promise was preparing to rest, he suddenly sensed something and looked up—only to find a fairy sitting on the windowsill.
Her long, white hair swayed slightly in the night breeze.
Her drunken red eyes carried an intoxicating allure, as if imbued with a magic that could pull one into a dreamy stupor.
Promise paused for a moment before chuckling. "You’re pretty bold, Mellie. Aren’t you afraid Morgan will catch you and lock you up like Merlin? Hmm… or could it be that you, Merlin’s little sister, actually want to visit your brother?"
(Mellie or Merry, tbh both are okay)
Of course, this is Britain. Morgan and Artoria have already taken the stage, so how could the most famous Flower Magician be absent?
He had simply been found by Morgan long ago and imprisoned.
Mellie pursed her lips at Promise's words.
Ever since she had been threatened and captured by him and even had a goddess keeping watch over her, she had given up on resisting, and had been showing more and more bad vibes.
"Promise, what exactly are you planning? I came here to get some answers. I don’t want to wake up one day only to find myself captured and offered up to Morgan and the others."
"That’s not what you should be worrying about."
Promise looked at her and said, "You should already understand what I mean. I agreed to have the Goddess of Fate accompany you so you could influence both the past Vivian and the present Artoria Caster, leading them on the Pilgrimage Journey...
And that is precisely what you excel at, isn't it?"
After all, this Pilgrimage Journey could also be described in another way—
The Journey to Kingship.
If Promise hadn’t mentioned it, Mellie might have let it slide, but now her gaze turned even more resentful.
"So basically, you’re dumping all the responsibilities onto me while you hang out here playing games with Morgan and those Fairy Knights—what’s-her-name, Melusine, and the rest? …I swear, with how you're flirting left and right, aren’t you afraid one of the goddesses will kick you straight to the moon?"
Promise shot her a glance as he said. "My dear Clotho isn’t worried, so why are you? Also, do you really think I don’t know what your original plan was when you tried to take Clotho with you in the first place? …Hmph, my goddess is cuter."
Hearing that, Mellie nearly lost her mind.
Again and again, she felt as if all her schemes crumbled like fists hitting cotton—soft, ineffective, and utterly useless against Promise.
"Fine, whatever. I'll tell you… though you probably already figured it out anyway. I came for that god—Cernunnos."
Mellie’s expression didn’t change.
She had already suspected as much from the beginning.
In fact, to be precise, both she and Morgan had already deduced it.
Promise had been clear from the start,
Ue came to eliminate this Lostbelt.
And beneath Morgan’s throne lay the cursed divine remains, overflowing with malice. If released, it would be enough to obliterate the entire Fairy Britain.
So Mellie wasn't here to ask what Promise intended to do. Instead...
"Under Morgan’s watchful eye, how exactly do you plan to touch and unleash that god?"
She raised an eyebrow and continued, "And don't forget, that curse has accumulated for thousands of years. Even if it primarily targets the fairies and this world, just brushing against it could corrupt your soul. You might not even be able to escape death.
Promise, you told me yourself—you’re from this world. That’s why the Pegasus of the Starry Night does not answer your call. That divine paintbrush, capable of drawing all things and gods, cannot be wielded by you.
Right now, you’re just an ordinary human, so normal that you couldn't be any more ordinary."
Upon hearing this, Promise simply smiled at her.
"Mellie, to be honest, I’ve considered many possibilities, but this was the only one I had never thought of..."
"You actually came all this way, taking such a risk… because you were worried about me."
Mellie pouted but didn’t refute it.
She merely muttered, "You're the most crucial piece in the plan right now. Even that fairy from Paradise isn't as important as you anymore. Because once you reach the Inner Sea of the Stars, your teacher, the God of Blacksmithing—will definitely appear.
More importantly, the only reason both sides are still fighting is because the Fate Goddess is concealing everything. But if something happens to you, she’ll definitely abandon everything and return to the Temple of Fate."
"...And when that happens, I'll be left to be completely crushed by Morgan!"
So, no matter what happens now, Promise must not die.
"So what you’re saying is that we wait for that fairy from Paradise, Artoria Caster, to ring the Pilgrimage Bell and arrive here?
Or we allow fate to follow its original course, letting Morgan fall victim to betrayal and die in the schemes against her?"
Promise spoke to Mellie calmly.
He had previously shown Mellie and the others the fate that awaited Morgan, the ending she would soon face.
He had even discussed it with Vivian.
Hearing this, Mellie did not respond immediately.
Instead, she gracefully leaped down from the windowsill, adjusted her ceremonial robes, and glanced at Promise.
"So in the end, the reason you’re risking everything—touching that cursed god with nothing but your mortal body—is because you want to rewrite Morgan’s fate, isn’t it?"
"She is my friend."
Promise smiled again, saying something that was a matter of course: "And didn't Vivian say it herself? It was such a pity for her to leave the stage originally.
So, since I am going to destroy this place, everything she has created, it should also be me who personally brings her down and bears all the consequences."
Hearing all this, Mellie fell silent for a moment before finally speaking.
"…Do you really think you can accomplish all of that?"
"There are far easier ways, ones that don’t require you to take such a risk. Don’t forget, you can no longer rely on divine wisdom or the favor of the gods!"
"No," Promise answered softly.
"They have never left me. Can’t you see? The Goddess of Fate… she believes in me."
Mellie left.
Since she couldn’t convince him, she simply walked away from Promise’s room.
But… was she truly here to convince him in the first place?
Not long after leaving the room, as she walked along the palace’s garden path, she soon saw someone sitting by a flowerbed ahead—waiting quietly in the moonlit shadows.
Morgan.
