I, Guinevere, am going to crush you, you curry stick, today!

“Your standards are too high. I think if you just let go of your pointless insistence and seriously choose a husband—not a knight who can defeat an armored, sword-wielding opponent with a tree branch and kill a demon boar with his bare hands—the number of suitors would be enough to fill this vast ocean, allowing people from Britain and France to come and go as they please.”

"Dear brother, do you mean you want me to marry a useless, incompetent man?"

"By your standards, how many men in the world aren't good-for-nothings?"

"At least, there's one right in front of us."

Hearing the unexpected words, Fisher paused for a moment: "Who is it?"

“King Arthur,” the woman’s voice replied, “I’ve thought it over and over, and the most skilled knight of our time is none other than him. Moreover, it’s said that this Arthur is only in his early twenties, so after we get married, we don’t need to rush to have children.”

"..."

Fisher covered his forehead, remaining silent for a long while. He finally sighed, "I won't interfere with your decision, but first, I must remind you that even Vortigern couldn't find King Arthur. Although you inherited your father's divination skills, I think the King should have magicians under his command who are no less capable than you."

"Well... you don't need to worry about that, brother. Thanks to the 'enthusiastic help' of a certain kind person, I don't have to do anything. As long as I stay obediently in the castle, King Arthur will come to me on his own."

"Oh why?"

"Dear brother, have you ever heard of Hector?"

“Of course. King Arthur’s adoptive father, could it be that you…” Fisher’s expression changed as he considered a certain possibility.

“Of course it’s not what you think, brother. Even I would give a highly respected elder the utmost respect and courtesy.” The woman’s voice chuckled. “But besides Arthur, this old Sir Hector also has a biological son named Kay. It is said that although the two are not blood brothers, they are very close, and Arthur even served as his knight’s squire.”

“Well then, though I’m very reluctant to ask, could this Sir Kay perhaps be…” Fisher’s brow furrowed even more. He hesitated for a moment, then finally asked. Sure enough, the woman’s voice laughed cheerfully:

He is currently a guest in my castle.

……

Outside Plymouth, the setting sun cast a blood-red glow. In the distance, half a mountainside collapsed due to the old man's arrow, with boulders still rolling and rumbling. The booming sound could be clearly heard even here, like muffled thunder, sending shivers down one's spine.

"You want to try drawing the bow?"

The old man, who looked as imposing as a lion, asked.

Seeing Lily nod, his thick, broad eyebrows furrowed as he looked the girl in the white dress up and down a few times before slowly relaxing them.

"Don't blame me for not explaining earlier. The bow itself isn't anything special, but the string is made from the sinew of a magical beast. That beast has incredibly strong vitality. Although my elder brother defeated it once, no matter what we do, we can't completely kill it, and it's still alive. So every time you draw the bowstring, it's like facing that beast head-on. An ordinary person would die if they even touched the string slightly. Even I need to rest for a while after shooting an arrow and can't keep drawing the bow. If you still haven't changed your mind after hearing all this, then come and take the bow—"

He handed the large, black bow forward.

Lily didn't take it immediately. She turned her head, exchanged a glance with Guinevere, and then reached out to take the giant bow. She had been mentally prepared beforehand, and with her enhanced magic, she was able to hold the incredibly heavy bow with one hand, just like the old man had done.

Upon seeing this, the old man raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" The boy next to him, who seemed to be his son, also widened his eyes, and Humberts, who had originally wanted to speak up to stop him, was also stunned.

Taking in the reactions of these people, Guinevere couldn't help but smile slightly.

This is my Lily, isn't she amazing? No matter how envious you are, I wouldn't give her to you—

He thought to himself, quite pleased with himself.

But the next moment, she suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

From beginning to end, Guinevere never doubted that Lily would be unable to draw this so-called magic bow, but what she didn't expect was that as soon as the girl in the white dress placed her fingers on the string, before she even exerted any force, that indescribable howl, like thunder and a mournful wind, rang out once again.

However, unlike the last time, the voice rang directly in her mind, so real yet so illusory, overlapping with her own, that she felt a pain as if her soul were being ripped away. She groaned, cold sweat already beading on her forehead.

How is this going……

Her mind raced, and she forced herself to endure the sudden, sharp pain. She looked up at the others, who were still focused on Lily, holding their breath and waiting to see if she could draw the magic bow. Only Lily herself seemed to have sensed something and looked over here with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Guinevere opened her mouth, wanting to tell her about her strange condition, but she couldn't utter a single word. The magic within her was surging rapidly, and the Wind Mark activated on its own without being invoked, shining brightly. Her heartbeat seemed to become exceptionally loud, almost bursting out of her chest.

Boom!

dong dong!

dong dong dong dong!

The throbbing sound echoed endlessly. With each expansion and contraction, a large amount of magic power was generated and flowed to all parts of her body. The half of the magic power that Lily had just absorbed would normally take a full day to recover, but now it was almost overflowing in just a few breaths—Oh no! Realizing what was about to happen, Guinevere's expression changed drastically. However, in this intense pain, it was already her limit to barely keep her conscious. She couldn't even move a finger, let alone do anything to cope.

"—"

The excruciating pain in her head intensified until she could no longer bear it. She let out a low growl and clutched her head tightly. Something emerged from her hair; it was soft at first, but quickly hardened, grew larger, and continued to grow.

It's a dragon horn.

Guinevere tried her best to press the two horns back, but no matter how much force she used, the two horns still pushed her palms away little by little and stood upright in the sky. At the same time, black scales grew out of thin air from her cheeks and elbows, tearing her skin and causing her to bleed profusely!

"Fina?"

"Miss Fina?"

"what happens?!"

The screams were so close yet seemed so far away. She felt the changes throughout her body, watched the blood flow, but felt no pain. The excruciating pain in her mind vanished instantly. Guinevere was thrown into a daze, swaying as if she were soaking in hot water. In that daze, she seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of the eerie, inexplicable roar that had been echoing all along.

That was a pitiful cry:

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

"Mommy, Daddy... Sister, brothers, save me... Anyone will do, please come and save me, it hurts so much here, it's so cold..."

……

P.S.: Chapter Two, Belated Wishes: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! May you have a peaceful and healthy Mid-Autumn Festival, a fantastic Mid-Autumn Festival, and a prosperous Mid-Autumn Festival! Look how many blessings Qingbai has given, hurry up and hand over your tickets! (With a straight face)

Chapter 82 The Loosening Seal (Part 1)

"Save me... Anyone will do, please save me..."

Layer upon layer of howls and cries, both real and illusory, rippled through her heart. Before her eyes, the evening glow and the setting sun still lingered. The faces of those around her showed worry, surprise, or fear. Guinevere saw it all, yet between her consciousness and reality, it was as if a thin mist separated them, indistinct and unclear. Only the cries and pleas grew ever clearer.

A torrent of thoughts surged within her at that moment. Judging from her horns and scales, she had most likely become half-dragon again. What kind of chain reaction might this cause if others saw her? She might be seen as a monster… Nimue was still with the caravan… What to do? She couldn't panic, she had to stay calm… What to do, what to do… She had to stay calm…

"who are you?"

"Where are you?"

How can I save you?

In a flash, unsure if the other person could hear or understand, Guinevere mentally spit out those three questions. The voice paused for a moment, then resumed, seemingly with a hint of disbelief: "It's a person...someone, hahaha, someone's here! Great...great? Someone answered me, waah, great, waah waah waah waah—"

In just a few words, the speaker changed his tone several times. At first, he was surprised and delighted, but after laughing a few times, his tone turned to questioning, and then he suddenly burst into tears.

Guinevere felt a headache coming on, thinking that this person was probably crazy... The crying didn't last long.

"Wait, you are..."

As if all the previous chaotic emotional shifts had been fake, the voice suddenly became subdued and much more serious: "You are... how could this be..."

Familiar words.

Not long ago, when she encountered the fifth son, Fafnir, in that misty, mysterious space, the black dragon seemed to have shown similar astonishment. Memories flashed through her mind, but for a moment, she couldn't figure out what it meant.

Could it be that there is something special about me?

But if she were to pinpoint what distinguished her from others, after much thought, it seemed to boil down to only two things: being a transmigrator and, in this life, the daughter of the King of Scotland. While the latter held a relatively high status, it shouldn't be enough to surprise these obviously extraordinary beings. In other words…

at the same time.

The girl had a vague idea of ​​where the crying came from. But she didn't ask directly; instead, she asked again, "How can I save you?"

Without knowing whether the other person is good or bad, she naturally wouldn't rashly give them her trust. But from another perspective, whether it's a friend or an enemy, having a certain level of understanding is never a good thing. This voice might affect her once, and who knows, it might affect her a second or third time. As long as she doesn't figure out the reason and prepare a response, she could be on the verge of losing control at any time.

This is something Guinevere absolutely cannot accept.

He could think about what happened later. Although others had seen him in his half-dragon, half-human form, with Lily present, things shouldn't escalate to the worst possible outcome. If things really got bad, he could just go back and leave with Nemia. His immediate priority was to gather as much information as possible, even if it meant taking considerable risks…

"You're going to save me? Hahaha, I've finally waited for you! I've waited so long, and I've finally found you... Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, Sister, you're here, you're here! Come save me, take me home, and I'll grill meat for you, really delicious meat, hahaha, hahaha, ha... Waaaa, waaaaah... This place is so dark, so cold, so painful, so painful..."

Guinevere felt a throbbing pain in her head again. The pain lasted only a moment, like being lightly pricked with a needle, so brief it was almost an illusion—but she had felt this pain before, when the voice started to become erratic, crying and laughing.

If she hadn't taken the first headache seriously, this time she couldn't help but become wary.

Once might be a coincidence, but twice in a row, something's fishy...

"If you're going to save me, will you really save me? Sister, brother, you have to take me home, back to see Mom. I love Mom the most... I'm here, I'm right here, come here quickly, haha, ha, ha-woo-woo-woo, woo-wa-wa-wa-wa—"

The innocent laughter and cries of babies gradually faded away, but before Guinevere could react, a blinding light suddenly shone directly in front of her, forcing her to close her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the extraordinary brightness and heat of the light through her eyelids, almost as if her eyeballs were being roasted. She didn't know how much time had passed before the bright light gradually disappeared, and she struggled to open her sore, numb, and stinging eyes.

At first, all I saw was darkness.

After a moment, the outline of an object gradually emerged...

……

"what?"

A sea breeze blew, and the waves crashed. Fisher watched as another white gull disappeared into the twilight. He turned his gaze to the man's body on the ground, his head still bleeding profusely from a dagger piercing it.

"what happened?"

"The seal has become somewhat unstable."

"Has that magical beast become stronger again?"

“That’s possible. But it doesn’t feel quite right. It’s more like…” The hoarse female voice paused, as if thinking, “It’s more like… someone from the outside world indirectly touched the seal through some medium.”

“As for a medium, the only one I can think of is Uncle Perinoa’s magic bow,” Fisher said. “I remember that the bow was designed to absorb the power of the magical beast through a special magic ritual and transform it into a powerful shot, so every time it was drawn, the seal would loosen.”

After another period of silence, the woman's voice replied, "It's possible, but compared to the usual commotion, this one is much larger in scale. A single thread or a single bow could not have caused this level of impact."

"Then... what could be the reason?"

“I don’t know, so your sister is now preparing to investigate the reason. Dear brother, please have your men spread the news of Sir Kay’s visit to my castle as quickly as possible. I can’t wait to see King Arthur.”

"...Be careful. After all, King Arthur is the ruler of Britain as prophesied by Merlin, and the successor to King Uther. If things go too far, I may not be able to help you clean up the mess as before."

"If that day really comes, will my brother bully me with the others?"

The scepter struck the ground with a dull thud. Fisher was silent for a moment. "I've said it before, I will never interfere with any of your decisions. As for the consequences, my brother and I will bear them together."

"Hearing you say that, I—"

Upon hearing this, the hoarse female voice chuckled softly.

"Very happy."

After saying this, the young woman's voice fell silent. The fingers gripping the sword hilt of the corpse on the ground, which had been completely dead, seemed to twitch slightly before falling still again. Red and white liquid continued to flow out, soaking the nearby ground, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Fisher stared coldly at the corpse until night completely enveloped the area, the smoke from cooking fires dissipated, and the aroma of food filled the air. He stood in the darkness and slowly raised his ice-blue scepter.

boom.

The scepter fell.

Suddenly, the air filled with mist, which transformed into a semi-transparent giant hand. It grabbed the messenger's corpse, threw it with a powerful thud that echoed far and wide, and plunged the body into the sea. The seawater swirled and submerged the corpse and bloodstains in an instant. Fisher then struck his scepter again, and the giant hand formed from water vapor suddenly exploded, like a light rain drenching the half-naked man.

It also masked the pungent, fishy smell of blood and brain matter.

He raised his head, wiped the water droplets from his face, and gazed intently, as if looking through the boundless night sky to the north, as if he could see the fortified city of Rentinium in that direction, once a symbol of imperial rule, now the residence of the lowly King Vortigern.

"The war is about to begin..."

This soft sigh went unnoticed by anyone.

……

"This... monster..."

Even before Guinevere began to show signs of abnormality, Humberts, who was standing beside her, had already rushed over to the old man and Lily in a panic. He watched in horror as the sweet-looking girl grew horns and wings, her snow-white skin was gradually replaced by patches of pitch-black dragon scales, and her slender hands and feet transformed into ferocious and terrifying claws.

She seemed to be whispering something, but it wasn't human language. Between her fingers, her sky-blue pupils blinked and suddenly turned into a pair of scarlet vertical pupils. Just one glance with those vertical pupils made Humberts feel as if his heart had frozen, his face turned deathly pale, and he even stopped breathing for several beats.

He stammered out a few meaningless syllables, looked back at the old man and the boy, then at the girl in the white dress on the other side, but did not see the terror he wanted on their faces.

How come they aren't afraid when they see someone turn into a monster?

Right, this Lily seems to be with the monsters. Could she be a monster too...? He gasped and quickly moved a few steps away from Lily. Then he remembered that his father and two brothers were still in the caravan, and he suddenly felt a chill.

We need to tell them about this right away!

Thinking of this, Humberts was about to take advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention to go back and inform his father and the little girl named Nimiao who was left in the caravan... but as soon as he took a step, an arm with bulging veins, like the trunk of a small tree, blocked his way.

It was that old man.

Where do you want to go?

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