Crimson Servant

Vivian looked into Morgan's eyes, and the way Morgan looked at her was more explicit and explicit than any other person of the opposite sex that Vivian had ever seen who could be called frivolous. Her body tensed under the gaze, fighting the chill that Morgan's gaze brought to her. Her eyes told Vivian an answer. She regarded Vivian as her own.

Morgan stood up from her seat, a friendly smile appeared on her face, and she walked down the steps happily. The Lord Knight stepped back from Vivian and stood in a row in front of the door.

Morgan held Vivian's hand enthusiastically, and touched her face with his other hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The queen's expression showed some fascination, as if she was nostalgic for her beautiful memories.

She didn't see herself in her eyes, Vivian thought, all Morgan saw was her own reflection.

"Look at you, honey, what's your name? You're so beautiful. We're like twins."

Vivian's face was stiff, and she had to maintain her expression so that Morgan wouldn't notice the disgust in her heart.

"Vivian Ordiz."

"Gawain, thank you for your hard work. I like this gift. Will bringing her back cause any trouble?"

The Lord Knight lowered his head and replied.

"No, my queen. This lady's appearance did cause a small commotion, but the Knights of the Round Table have not forgotten their loyalty to you." Gawain raised his head and glanced at Vivian deliberately.

"Even if they look similar, their charm and demeanor are very different."

Morgan laughed, her body pressed against Vivian's chest, and she hugged her unreservedly until she burst into tears.

"Gawain, Gawain, you are still like a potato and don't pay attention to the opposite sex at all."

Morgan waved her hand, signaling the Lord Knight to exit her room.

"Leave, men, and let her and I have a good talk. We must have a lot in common."

"But, Your Majesty, this foreigner..." Agguiwen felt inappropriate about the result of leaving a dangerous person alone with Morgan.

"Ageguiwen, don't question me." Morgan scolded him. Vivian saw the impatience and anger quickly rising in Morgan's eyes. The Queen's patience was limited, and Vivian easily peeked out from under her hypocritical style. To the darkness within Morgan.

She is another self, a self that Vivian has always refused to accept. People like that only exist in Vivian's nightmares, which is what she looks like after being driven crazy by blood-sucking impulses.

Morgan led Vivian to the chair and entertained the vampire with the sweetest smile and fragrant tea.

"Dear Vivian, Gawain is a rude guy. I think it must be difficult for him to express my kindness. We are not enemies. I also don't want to have an enemy that I can't help but kiss."

"Tell me, Vivian, what is the purpose of your coming to Cameron?" Morgan's gentle voice contained bewitching magic, which caused Vivian to feel trance-like for a short time. She realized that this was a charm method used by Morgan, and based on her self-awareness, Vivian quickly recovered from this confusion.

After all, seeing her face using such a charming voice, Vivian couldn't get into it at all.

"We came for the Mind Flayers, and a fleet of the Mind Flayers captured our people."

Vivian noticed the twinkle in Morgan's eyes. The queen seemed quite confident in her ability to charm. She relaxed her disguise and allowed her intentions to be easily discerned by Vivian.

"Then why did you go to Lake Avenro? There is nothing else there but..."

"Merlin." Vivian took over Morgan's words. She was also very angry with the wizard Merlin at this time. There was only a ball of phantom golden light in the lake, and it also attracted the terrifying knight Gawain. Vivian did not get the sword in the lake promised by the wizard, and she even suspected that Merlin's guidance was just a trap for adventurers. Now, Vivian wants to confirm whether Merlin is on the same team as Morgan, and whether the information she previously told the adventurer team was a lie.

"Merlin." Morgan repeated, her expression contorted with resentment as she muttered to herself, "Leave the prophecy that the strangers will save the country, and now you are still colluding with these scum. Even death can't shut you up. ?Old Long."

Vivian learned the answer from Morgan's hatred, and she was happy about it. The wizard who guided the adventurers was not the enemy. She believed that John and the others were also getting the right guidance.

When Vivian came back to her senses, she saw Morgan looking at her intently. Morgan turned back into the charming queen, observing Vivian with meaningful eyes.

"Maybe we do have a difference, dear Vivian."

"Come on, let me show you something."

Morgan stood up and walked to the weapons rack nearby. There was a gorgeous sword placed on it. The blade was as clean and straight as snow. The golden sword grid was engraved with fairy runes and a ruby ​​was inlaid in the center. When Morgan touched it, the fairy runes on the sword lit up one by one, and light particles and cyclones were generated from the shining ruby. The cyclones entangled the sword body, and the light particles fell on Morgan, the sword holder.

"A holy sword made by goblins and blessed by elves. This is the sword with which I killed Merlin. It is also the sword that you are trying to find in the lake. I once sank it to the bottom of the lake as a seal for Merlin's bones, but one day , the old dragon’s skeleton disappeared. I thought it was a back-up plan arranged by that old guy Merlin, but it turns out he didn’t know it himself.”

Morgan didn't seem to want to simply show off. She raised the holy sword and pointed it straight at Vivian, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"If it were you, dear Vivian, you would be able to understand me. Let your weapons speak for you."

Vivian looked at Morgan, whose momentum increased greatly after holding the Holy Sword. Morgan took out the Sword in the Lake in advance, so the Morning Star team found nothing in Awenluo. Merlin's information was out of date because he simply couldn't see what happened afterward.

The strong wind caused by the murderous intention swept across Vivian's cheek. Her body responded quickly to the stimulation. She pulled out her beloved dagger and faced the Queen's majesty with an unyielding attitude.

Vivian did not restrain her smile, and the impending blood-sucking urge made the vampire fall into the same feverish state as Morgan. Seeing that Morgan no longer concealed his murderous intention, Vivian joked: "I thought you regarded me as a sister, but I didn't expect that you would be facing each other with swords so quickly."

"That's right, dear Vivian. I hesitated for a while, but finally decided that I am the only woman with the most beautiful face in the world. Don't worry, dear, I won't scratch your face. . I won’t let anyone have you, and I won’t let anyone destroy you, except me.”

"Oh, really?" Vivian was so disgusted with Morgan's character that she raised her weapon to block Morgan's attack while disgusting her mercilessly. "Do you know John Camp?"

"Who is that, your lover?"

Vivian saw the killing intent in Morgan's eyes, directed at the magician.

"He is my owner."