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Morgan's voice came through the door, followed by an awkward silence:

"Next time...when you do something like this, could you please go to Lord Melyukina's room?"

Her Majesty the Queen, who is always majestic, now has a rare embarrassment in her tone.

Under the black veil, the tips of her ears were already red as blood.

Chapter 2 Rasputin: You, the queen, have no martial ethics!

"Lord Melyuchina, you..."

Morgan sat upright on the throne, her black veil swaying gently as she leaned forward.

Her slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, and a complex light flashed in her emerald eyes, sometimes sharp and sometimes soft.

Zhou Yuan sat quietly on the throne beside her, elegantly holding up the bone china teacup. The hot steam blurred the smile in his violet eyes.

Silence spread throughout the hall, and was finally broken by the queen's sigh:

"Forget it. This matter... was indeed due to my own inconsiderateness."

Her voice was unusually soft, and her fingertips unconsciously traced the intricate gemstone patterns on the king's robe.

The images transmitted back through the surveillance magic flashed back in her mind, causing her cheeks beneath the veil to heat uncontrollably.

"but..."

Morgan suddenly straightened his back, and his voice regained its former majesty, but there was still a barely perceptible tremor in it:

"Next time...at least don't choose my bedroom, okay?"

The last few words almost melted into the air, and the black veil fell as she tilted her head, just enough to cover the already red tips of her ears.

"Even after all these years... even the right to taste it for the first time was snatched away..."

This almost whispered complaint could only be heard by Zhou Yuan, who was standing right next to him.

The resentful ending tone made his lower back numb, and he almost knocked over the teacup in his hand.

"cough..."

He coughed lightly, pretending to be calm, and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his sleeves with his fingertips without leaving a trace, pretending to concentrate on admiring the murals on the dome.

......

"Okay, let's leave this topic at that for now."

The Queen waved her hand gracefully, her black veil swaying gently with her movement.

She turned her gaze back to Zhou Yuan, and gentle ripples appeared in her emerald eyes.

"Although it may not be the right time to bring this up..."

Morgan spoke softly, and her slender fingers slowly took off the veil and headdress, revealing her long-lost beautiful face.

"But I understand why you're here."

The corners of her lips curled up in an enchanting arc, and her voice was as gentle as the first warm breeze of spring:

"But before that... we finally meet again, my dear husband~"

The last syllable had a slightly rising ending tone, making the entire cold throne room seem to be filled with warmth.

Her slender fingers rested lightly on the armrest of the throne, her fingertips trembling slightly with anticipation, but she restrained herself and stopped when she was about to touch Zhou Yuan, maintaining just the right distance and reserve.

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In this sturdy cell covered in magic detection spells, a black figure was tightly bound by several chains with gleaming runes.

The man named Rasputin still had an expression of confusion that was hard to conceal, and his brows were furrowed.

He clearly remembered that not long ago, the queen had readily given him the Great Magic of Advent to study.

But this time, when he came specifically to request to complete the last step, he was caught on the spot without any warning.

"What on earth is that woman... planning?"

Even with his usual composure, it was difficult for him to remain calm at this moment.

The chains made a crisp clanging sound as he tried to struggle, which was particularly harsh in the silent cell.

At this moment, the heavy prison door was suddenly pushed open, and two figures walked in slowly.

Under the dim light, one of them raised his hand and pointed at Rasputin:

"This is the person you are looking for."

......

Zhou Yuan stared quietly at the man in black priest attire in front of him, a hint of deep thought flashing in his violet eyes.

In the dim cell, only the magic runes on the wall emitted a faint blue glow, stretching the shadows of the three people longer and shorter.

Rasputin's stern face was full of wrinkles from the passage of time, but his bottomless eyes flickered with a disturbing fanaticism, like a dark fire surging under the ice.

His skinny fingers twitched slightly under the chains, and his knuckles were unnaturally pale.

Morgan stood gracefully beside Zhou Yuan, her slender fingers resting lightly on her husband's arm, her posture as dignified as that of a noble lady accompanying her husband to a banquet.

Her emerald eyes were slightly lowered, her black veil rose and fell gently with her breathing, and the corners of her lips maintained a perfect curve, neither losing majesty nor appearing mean.

Silence stretched between the three of them. The only sounds in the cell were the soft clanking of chains and the regular dripping of water in the distance.

The mottled mold on the stone wall looked like some ancient runes under the light of the ritual.

Finally, Rasputin tightened his lips, his face expressionless, only the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened slightly.

"Her Majesty,"

His voice was hoarse and restrained, but it couldn't hide the anxiety surging in it, like lava being forcibly suppressed.

"What on earth do you mean by this?"

The chains rattled as he leaned forward, casting distorted shadows on the stone wall like a trapped beast with bared fangs and claws.

His withered wrist turned in the shackles, leaving a fresh bloody mark.

"Didn't you promise to join us in achieving the arrival of the Lostbelt?"

Rasputin tried to step forward, but was yanked back by the chains, the sound of metal clashing echoing through the stone chamber.

His cloudy eyes stared at Morgan, his voice becoming hoarse with anxiety:

"Why am I standing with this man from another world now..."

Morgan suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, his voice cold as ice beneath the black veil:

"He is my husband."

Rasp//Jing's pupils suddenly contracted, and his previously calm face was filled with disbelief:

"What?! Isn't your husband the 'Disaster Reclaimer'?"

This sentence instantly broke Zhou Yuan's composure, and his violet eyes widened.

"What the hell is this title?!"

He turned to look at Morgan, his mouth twitching:

"Honey, how do you usually introduce me?"

The corners of Morgan's lips curled up slightly under her veil, but she turned her face away with an air of calmness. Only the slightly red tips of her ears revealed her embarrassment.

Her slender fingers twisted the hem of her skirt unconsciously. The queen who was always majestic in front of her subjects now looked like a young girl whose little thoughts were exposed.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuan sighed helplessly, and a hint of pampering flashed in his violet eyes.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. I already understand."

He turned his gaze back to Rasputin, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

After briefly examining the man's tense face, he shook his head slightly and made a judgment.

"It seems this gentleman will not tell me anything."

Zhou Yuan turned to Morgan, a meaningful smile on his face.

"Why don't you tell me what they are planning, my dear lady?"

His voice was gentle and teasing, and his slender fingers gently brushed the edge of Morgan's veil.

The hem of his black windbreaker swayed slightly as he turned sideways, drawing an elegant arc in the dim cell.

The corners of Morgan's lips unconsciously rose under her veil, and a helpless and sweet light flashed in her emerald eyes.

She folded her hands gracefully and was about to speak when she was interrupted by the sudden rattling of chains.

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I am speechless that the word Putin can be so sensitive.

Chapter 3 Morgan: Try it, this is a desire that has accumulated for thousands of years!

Rasputin violently struggled against the chains, and the sound of metal clashing echoed harshly in the stone chamber.

His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled with anger:

"How dare you... tease me like this!"

Zhou Yuan just raised his hand lightly, and an invisible magic barrier instantly blocked out the restless sounds.

There was a hint of coldness in his violet eyes, but his tone remained gentle:

"Be quiet, Father. My wife is speaking."

Morgan took a graceful step forward, her long black skirt brushing silently against the stone floor.

Her emerald eyes were like deep pools in the dim light, and her voice was so calm it was heart-wrenching:

"What they want is to use the tremendous energy that erupts when the Lostbelt merges with your world to instantly ripen all the fantasy trees, thus allowing the alien god they long for to descend."

Rasputin suddenly stopped struggling, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his face, which had been calm in the chaos.

"You...how could you..."

"I know more than you think."

Morgan gently raised his hand, and a faint blue magic light condensed on his fingertips.

"I'm not the kind of king who just sits on the throne and signs things stupidly."

Zhou Yuan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and suddenly chuckled:

"I see. No wonder I needed your Advent Magic—actually, all Servants are just anchors, right?"

Rasputin's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his skinny fingers twitched convulsively in the shackles.

His cloudy eyes stared at Morgan, his voice hoarse:

"Then why did you agree to it in the first place... why are you trying to stop it now..."

Morgan's lips curled up into a cold arc under her veil:

"It's simple, because you have your sights set on me."

She walked forward slowly, her black skirt spreading out like the night.

"You don't really think that the fantasy tree on my land is still the original one, do you?"

Rasputin's pupils suddenly contracted, and the chains rattled as he retreated.

The magic runes on the wall of the stone chamber suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, projecting the figures of the three people confronting each other onto the mottled wall, like some kind of ancient prophecy.

"No wonder the restraining force excluded Merlin from the conversation. Even the servants who participated had no desire to fight."

Zhou Yuan sighed softly, and a sharp light flashed in his violet eyes.

He walked slowly forward, the hem of his black windbreaker drawing an elegant arc in the dim cell.

"This chess game is quite a big one, Your Excellency, Divine Envoy?"

He suddenly approached Rasputin, letting the chains lift his chin and forcing his cloudy eyes to meet his own.

"I don't know what the intentions of the alien god you want to summon are, but..."