harleyscars Chapter 74 Answer Sheet and Noise
Chapter 74 Answer Sheet and Noise
Beneath Camelot's pure white walls, the chilling magical pressure created by the standoff between Morgan and Aege had persisted for quite some time, with neither side willing to back down.
As the situation escalated further.
Tap tap~ Tap tap.
A crisp sound of horses' hooves approached.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time, and on the distant horizon, a simple yet dignified procession was slowly approaching.
The woman at the head of the group reined in her horse. She was not dressed in elaborate costumes, but in a simple dark blue riding outfit. Yet she possessed a noble and pure temperament, like the moonlight.
Guinevere returned to this star-studded land after a six-month absence.
As Arthur looked at that familiar figure, memories from six months ago flooded back like a tide.
At that time, Guinevere stood on the walls of Camelot, dressed in a standard court dress, and every movement was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler.
From a young age, she was taught how to be a perfect noblewoman, how to bow, how to smile, and how to respond to every knight's toast with the most appropriate words at a banquet.
But they were never taught how to be "themselves".
He asked her then, "Would you be willing not as a princess, but as Guinevere?" She was silent for a long time, then said, "No one has ever asked me that before."
Later, Arthur received letter after letter.
In her last letter, she wrote: "I have learned to make choices, and my choice is... wait for me, and I will tell you in person."
Today, she arrived in person with her final answer.
Guinevere dismounted with unprecedented efficiency and walked alone toward Arthur.
Despite the powerful magical field surrounding her that could suffocate ordinary people, she didn't retreat an inch.
"Arthur, I'm here."
Arthur looked at her; the stiff smile that had been bound by rules six months ago was gone from her face.
There was a hint of fatigue in the corners of her eyes from the long journey, but her eyes were bright.
Arthur looked at her: "I've read all your letters, every single one. You've made many wonderful choices, Guinevere."
"No, that's just the beginning." Guinevere looked directly into Arthur's eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her tone was unusually firm.
"Now, standing here, I want to tell you my choice in person."
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and then her clear voice echoed throughout the space in front of the city gate.
"Arthur Pendragon, I did not marry you for the sake of Britain's stability, nor for that cold title of queen."
It's because of you, the one who asked me "whether I'm willing," because of you, the one who waited for me to make my own choice...
I want to be by your side, in my own name.
Silence reigned beneath the city gate, broken only by the fluttering of white doves on the distant tower.
Aigo's arms, which had been holding Arthur, tightened suddenly. Her sapphire-like eyes were no longer calm, and the air around her seemed to freeze instantly.
It's happening again... one after another, all trying to steal Arthur's attention?
The woman's scent... was clean, gentle, and tender, without any hint of danger.
She's even more annoying than that Mary!
If Arthur were to erase her existence from this world, would he be angry?
Ai Ge tilted her head slightly, a dark red light flashing deep within her blue eyes.
"Ha, what a deeply moving confession." Morgan tapped the ground elegantly with his staff, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Guinevere, I thought you were just a delicate puppet, only able to dance steps choreographed by others. I never expected that Arthur would actually train you to have some temper."
Ice-blue magic danced at her fingertips. "However, the current Camelot is not the harem you imagine, playing house."
Guinevere turned her head slightly and glanced at Morgan. There was no fear or hostility in her eyes, only an extremely calm understanding.
She seemed to see something deeper than the surface of that provocation.
"Wow! Perfect! I give that fastball a perfect score!"
Mary excitedly twirled around on the terrace, waving her staff and scattering countless white petals everywhere.
"This is my favorite human drama! Arthur, your expression is so interesting... the tips of your ears are all red!"
Shouldn't we kneel down and give this brave young woman a kiss at this moment?
Ayaka was completely numb. Clutching the amulet, she huddled in the shadows of the city wall, watching the three women before her who seemed capable of destroying the world.
Arthur felt the cold, magical pressure emanating from the singer, and looked into Guinevere's eyes, which were full of hope and courage.
He knew that running away was not the solution.
Arthur gently pulled his hand away from Aika's grip, but before Aika could react, he pressed down on her shoulder to calm the raging magic.
Then, he stepped forward and walked up to Guinevere.
"I received it." His voice was deep and powerful, and his emerald green eyes reflected the shimmering tears in Guinevere's eyes.
"Guinevere, you are no longer the girl pushed along by fate, but a companion walking alongside me. I have received your answer, in Arthur's name."
He turned his head to the side, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
When Aige looked at Guinevere, the cold, lingering light of her roots still lingered.
Morgan rubbed his index finger with his fingertip, and the icy blue magic circled around before disappearing.
On the terrace, Merry rested her chin on her hands, her amethyst-like eyes curving into two crescent moons as she watched the spectacle unfold.
Ayaka sat in the corner of the city wall, still holding the small bundle containing instant coffee in her arms.
Arthur regained his composure, trying his best to make his tone sound less guilty.
"Camelot is very large. It has the lake of Avalon, the gates of the Shadow Kingdom, the chalk walls, and the stone walls of the Hall of the Round Table."
There will be no constraints here, but the only principle is mutual respect, not the difference in strength or social status... Guinevere, welcome home.
"..."
Arthur temporarily quelled the situation, and as king, brought this sudden confession to a... perfect close?
Aige took Arthur's arm again and gave Guinevere a smile that was sweet to the core.
"Since Your Highness has said so, I will call you 'comrade' for now. However, staying by Arthur's side requires a lot of 'endurance'."
Mary laughed so hard on the terrace that she almost fell over, her amethyst eyes narrowed into slits, and she waved her staff like a conductor's baton.
She looked at Aegean, then at Guinevere, and then at Morgan.
On one side is the possessive princess, the root of all evil; on the other side is the gentle princess who has finally found herself; and on the other side is the icy witch with a face full of abstinence but who has reached her breaking point.
"Oh dear, I thought it was a single-player walkthrough, but it turned into a multiplayer battle in the British Royal Court. Arthur, you have to do your best!"
Guinevere was not intimidated. She nodded slightly, a gentle yet unyielding smile playing on her lips.
"I will try my best to adapt, madam. If we're only talking about 'endurance,' I won't lose to anyone."
She looked up at Arthur, her smile deepening.
She doesn't need to compete with anyone; she just needs to stand by Arthur's side.