MTLNOVEL Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Marry Me, Right Now
"You urged Ector to take care of his health, promising to visit him often in the future."
"You then walked slowly toward home, your figure seeming to melt into the night."
"In less than ten minutes, devouring light and shadow, you had swiftly crossed hundreds of miles and returned to Londinium."
"Looking at the chaos in your bedroom, various styles of shyly daring lingerie were strewn everywhere, as if a storm had swept through. You suddenly felt a wave of concern."
"You had been gone for a full month."
"Trapped in that ideal land, you were cut off from everything in this world. You could already imagine how frantic Morgan must have been."
"You pondered for a moment, changed into a clean set of clothes, and walked to the top of the castle. Facing the high-hanging bright moon, you slowly raised your palm."
"You clenched your five fingers."
"Like a celestial hound snapping its sharp teeth."
"In that instant,"
"The bright moonlight seemed to be devoured by you."
"The entire fortress city was suddenly plunged into a deep, dark gloom. Even the flames used for lighting flickered and dimmed to an extreme."
"You had activated the Ultimate Life Form's 'Light Devour,' swallowing the light of the entire city of Londinium, albeit for only a brief moment."
"The sleeping Anglo-Saxon army within the city felt nothing."
"The few patrolling soldiers only felt their vision go black for a split second before it instantly returned to normal."
"Uncertain and alarmed, they looked at each other, but could not understand what had just happened."
"Such a violent fluctuation of magical energy in the city should be enough to attract Morgan's attention, right?"
"Just as you thought this,"
"Behind you, a dark doorway suddenly opened—"
"The figure of the deep-blue witch materialized abruptly, pouncing on you as if in flight."
"The first thing she did was grab your collar tightly, her hands fumbling as if to confirm you were real."
"After confirming that it was indeed you,"
"The witch buried her head in your chest, her trembling voice almost hoarse, as if she were sobbing."
"Alvin..."
"You felt a cold liquid drip onto your chest, soaking a large patch of your clothes."
"You lifted the witch's tear-streaked face, gently wiping the tear marks from her eyelids with your fingertips."
"I'm sorry, I came home late."
"You said with a smile."
"The witch could no longer hold back her sobs."
"The deep-blue lake of her eyes overflowed, the crystalline tears like a broken pearl curtain."
"During these days, she had turned the entire Fairy Domain upside down, but still could not find any trace of you."
"You had vanished so suddenly."
"She had almost thought she had lost you."
"If you hadn't returned, there's no telling what crazy things Morgan might have done."
"Comforting the witch in your arms,"
"Your eyes gradually grew cold."
"Merlin isolating you from Artoria and preventing your farewell had not aroused this level of anger in you."
"Even if you pitied Saber's fate, how could Artoria's weight in your heart compare to Morgan's?"
"To dare make your own witch cry again..."
"You buried this bone-deep hatred deep in your heart."
"Slicing the incubus into a thousand pieces would not be enough to quell the wrath of the Ultimate Life Form. You would inflict upon him a pain that was the ultimate insult."
"You had never seen the witch in such a disheveled state."
"Her eyes were swollen, her hair was disheveled, her delicate face was stained with dust, and the deep-blue lipstick that was like the finishing touch on a painting was no longer so vibrant."
"The way she cried was really not very pretty, like a pitiful, abandoned puppy..."
"Pinching her cheeks, you gently turned her whimpering face to face you."
"The tears clinging to her lashes dried into streaks in the cold night wind, looking so pitiful and lovely."
"You gently took the witch's hand, smiling, and pressed her fair fingers against your own cheek."
"Your hands are still so cold, Lady Morgan."
"Then you should... warm me up a little more, Alvin."
"You lowered your eyes and kissed her lips, savoring the salty, bitter taste on her soft skin."
"There was no need for any extra words, no need for any extra sentiment."
"With rough actions, you responded to her rough demands."
"All solemn and lustful restraints were quietly broken, all accumulated or suppressed emotions began to vent silently. At the top of the castle, shrouded by the night, clothes were scattered on the ground. The witch's skin, bathed in the bright moonlight, seemed to reflect a warm, lustrous white color like soft jade."
"You and she melted together, like night woven into night, water dissolved in water."
"The silence of this deep night could not hide two fiercely burning hearts."
"You pulled her down from the unapproachable clouds to this vulgar, fallen mortal world. From then on, she was no longer a feared monster, but your witch alone."
"In the lulls of your battle, you recounted your experiences of the past month in detail. Hearing that you had been trapped in Avalon, the witch's palm gradually tightened."
"You took the opportunity to press down on her wrist, pinning her in the warm moonlight."
"Having mastered the 'Light Devour' skill, your stamina was no longer something the old Alvin could match. No matter how insatiable the witch's demands were, you were confident you could satisfy her appetite, both above and below."
"You repeatedly exchanged heat, panting seductively as you rose from the prying eyes of the moon, bathed together in the bedroom, and finally sat together for a short rest in the castle's attic."
"The entire land seemed to be under your gaze. The island under the night sky was quiet and tranquil."
"Morgan stared at the moonlight, entranced, a happy smile of long-awaited satisfaction blooming on her lips."
"You had indeed made the witch happy."
"The moon was far from her, but you were very close."
"You gazed at the witch's profile, the lingering flush on her fair neck still incredibly alluring."
"You just told me not to put myself in danger anymore, and not to train so hard."
Su Shu said, stroking the witch's smooth silver hair.
No matter how many times he had caressed it, he could never get enough.
He turned his gaze, looking down at the land beneath his feet, and said softly.
"But I don't feel that it's hard.
"Just like Artoria has something she pursues, so do you, and so does my father... and even Merlin, despite not wanting to mention his name, is the same as an incubus.
"Everyone has a happiness they want to protect, a peace of mind they want to pursue.
"And I, like them, am no exception.
"I was able to break the shackles of Avalon not because of Artoria, and certainly not because of Merlin. It was because among those swirling thoughts, there was one name I remembered from beginning to end.
"It was—'Morgan le Fay.'
"I think this proves one thing quite clearly."
The silver-haired boy said with a smile.
"Perhaps the thing that truly makes people strong is not the desire for conflict, nor conspiracy and blood, but the resolve to protect beautiful things."
Looking at the brilliant smile on the silver-haired boy's face, the Witch of Britain was lost in a daze.
This seemed to be something even more dazzling than the bright moon in the night sky and the scorching sun at high noon.
"Just like the Alvin Pendragon of this moment.
"He too now has an irreplaceable treasure of his own that he must protect.
"And this has undoubtedly... filled him with determination."
Facing the quiet midnight, Su Shu raised his hand.
The boy plucked the moonlight and combed the witch's smooth, waist-length silver hair.
The boy gathered the night sky and draped a dress as brilliant as the stars over the witch.
From the deepest part of his heart, the boy took out the long-prepared, exquisitely carved ring.
On that ring were engraved the names of the boy and the witch.
Facing the bright moonlight that灑 over the earth.
Facing the stars in the deep night sky.
Facing her surprised expression and the tears welling up in her eyes.
Magical energy gathered and released. Su Shu seemed to conjure a large bouquet of black roses from his hand, holding these flowers, which symbolized the witch's thorny nature, in his arms.
"On the day I come of age, I would like to invite you to be the female lead at my wedding, Lady Morgan."
Surrounded by these dark flowers, the silver-haired boy said with a smile.
"I want to wear you in my heart."
There was no response.
The roses suddenly slipped from his grasp, their dark petals scattering in the air.
The boy was pushed down onto the bed by the witch.
Su Shu: ??
"I don't care about having a wedding at all, Alvin."
Forcefully.
Domineeringly.
Allowing no room for doubt.
The deep-blue witch pressed down on him.
She leaned close to the boy's ear, panting and whispering.
"Marry me, right now..."
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