Fortunately, they avoided Castor.
Otherwise, there would be no mont of peace; Moran happily embraced Pollux.
This was a matter between Moran and Pollux.
Not only the twins ca to the present world, but also Morgan, Atalanta, dea, and others. They had at least received a general understanding of this era and knew what kind of ti they were in.
Morgan asked, "Husband, is she the child you ntioned to before, who looks very similar to in this world?"
"Yeah, her na is Gray, and she is currently learning by my side. By the way, she is also a child of the island, just like you."
Pollux stayed by Moran's side.
Atalanta and dea were also curious; they wanted to see how similar Gray was to Morgan.
"L-Lord... this is Lady Morgan... the one whom Great Grandmother and the others have always admired, from our clan...!"
Gray beca flustered as she spoke.
She turned her head, unsure of what to do.
"I am Morgan le Fay, wife of Moran Pendragon... no, it's Moran Edelfelt.
There's no need to feel strange, right? From a bloodline perspective, I am still your ancestor. So, there's no need to be restrained; it's okay to be close to . I can sense the bloodline connection between us..."
Morgan approached Gray.
She reached out her hands to remove Gray's hood, allowing the girl's beautiful face to be seen by everyone.
Her silver hair shimred with a faint glow, as if lted into the moonlight.
Her beautiful eyes resembled the deep blue sea.
Except for slight differences in clothing and figure, one could say they looked like twin sisters.
In this mont, Morgan didn't seem like Gray's ancestor.
She felt more like Gray's sister.
"They really look alike. Even their aura is very similar; this level of atavism is quite rare," Atalanta exclaid in surprise.
"It's like they were carved from the sa mold. If it were done with artificial humans, it might reach this level. However, the aura of a child of the island cannot be easily imitated by magecraft.
Hmm... to be honest, it's truly delightful!
Moran, my lord, you have such a lovely disciple and didn't give a heads-up! I want to get a closer look!"
dea analyzed from a magical perspective.
Moreover, Gray looked exquisitely beautiful like a doll.
She felt a surge of excitent at the thought of manipulating a figurine.
The two surrounded Morgan, which only made Gray, who was already socially anxious, feel even more overwheld.
However, if anyone was the most surprised, it was undoubtedly Morgan.
"I didn't expect her to be so similar. The Blackmore clan is indeed the bloodline descendant of my husband and .
But even among my many children, none of them, including Gawain, Mordred, and Agravain... have reached the level of resemblance that you, Gray, have."
When Morgan ntioned this, she glanced at the corner of the room.
There was Mordred, who had been hiding since earlier.
Every ti she faced her mother, Morgan, the usually arrogant Mordred had to obediently listen.
"However, even so, it seems that the affection bestowed upon you by the island hasn't made you happy."
"...Eh?"
"Since just now, you've been trembling in fear, right? That's not the reaction of soone who is cherished. It seems that being a child of the island hasn't brought you joy; instead, it has brought you pressure..."
Morgan saw through Gray.
Her wise eyes seed to possess the power to see into the soul, which was the fairy eyes belonging to Morgan.
Although Gray's bloodline was extrely close to Morgan's.
She did not possess the fairy eyes.
This doesn't an that Gray's bloodline was impure or anything.
In the current era of the divine age of Britain, modern fairies had long since lost the ability of the fairy eyes.
"I-I..."
Gray didn't know what to say.
It was as if a corner of her heart had been exposed, and no secret could escape the gaze of the fairy eyes.
It was a magical eye that looked directly into the soul.
"Poor child... Would you rather be feared than be a re gravekeeper who only communicates with the dead?"
Morgan saw through Gray's reality.
She understood the pain Gray had been enduring, the pain brought about by the changes due to the island's affection.
Everything she was familiar with was leaving.
The pain of no longer being herself.
"...Wuwu..."
Gray couldn't help but shed tears.
Almost no one had ever said such words to her, and she had never thought soone could say them.
Atalanta and dea.
The two understood and stepped back to Moran's side.
"Moran, my lord, did you notice the problem and choose to bring Morgan to this girl?"
"...Well, although I'm good at shining light to dispel darkness, it's not enough for Gray to just receive guidance and love. What she currently needs is to face herself and accept herself.
If she can't even accept herself, it will be very difficult to survive in this world. If I decide to bring her out of the graveyard, I must ensure she no longer suffers."
Moran explained his intentions to his wives beside him.
He was not only a husband here but also a ntor who wanted to save Gray from her suffering.
"Maternal healing is more powerful than anything else. And Gray has almost lost the normal treatnt from her parents. Besides, I can only be a father at best, providing guidance. Healing a child like a mother is not my area of expertise...
I believe no one is more suitable than Morgan to heal Gray. In this kind of pain, Morgan understands it best."
Moran looked at Morgan, who was interacting with Gray.
It was like a mother and daughter.
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