It was roughly the end of the 5th century on the island of Britain.
As human history gradually established itself, the Age of Gods began to fade, and the island of Britain only retained the final afterglow of the Age of Gods.
Morgan, the ten-year-old princess of Camelot, snuck out of Avalon.
Since infancy, she had been taken to the land of fairies, Avalon, to be raised, and had never seen the outside world.
Having finally found a rare opportunity to run out, she was definitely going to have some fun.
If possible, she also wanted to take a look at Camelot and meet her father, King Uther.
But unfortunately, little Morgan hadn’t even had the chance to embark on her journey before she encountered an obstacle.
A figure exuding an evil aura stepped out from the bushes ahead.
The person’s attire was extremely strange, their behavior abstract and utterly baffling.
It looked roughly like this.
“Did a little girl drop from the sky?”
The person muttered something in a language little Morgan didn’t understand, and then walked toward her.
Watching this humanoid creature of unknown origin approach, little Morgan actually wanted to run away.
But alas, her body wouldn’t listen to her, she couldn’t move her legs at all, and could only stand frozen in place.
“Little one, what is your name? How old are you this year? Do you remember where your home is? Are you lost?”
“Don’t worry, don’t be afraid, I’m not a good person… No, I mean I’m a bad person—that’s not it either!”
“What I mean is, I am a helpful Knight of the Sun, and I can take you home.”
The person squatted down to look little Morgan in the eye, trying his best to make his tone friendly and trustworthy.
But looking at the treasure chest head on his neck, with a large tongue hanging out from between two rows of sharp teeth, little Morgan was even more terrified.
If her mental fortitude hadn’t been far beyond that of an average ten-year-old, she probably would have already burst into tears.
‘Not a good person…
Are the bad guys in Britain already this rampant?
They don’t even bother to hide it anymore.’
Little Morgan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and felt that she had regained control of her body.
She secretly gathered magic, preparing to teach this monster a lesson for daring to scare her.
Morgan, having grown up in the land of fairies, had mastered a vast amount of magic.
And because she was the true heir to the mysteries of Britain, her magical power was vast enough to be called terrifying.
Don’t think she’s easy to bully just because she’s young.
Then, two beams of magical power shot out rapidly from the magic circle, striking the strange man heavily.
Nothing happened.
It was just like a Magikarp using Splash.
“Huh?” Little Morgan was dumbfounded; had her usually infallible magic really had no effect at all?
What kind of monster was this thing with a treasure chest for a head?
“Eh?”
“Magic? And quite high-level grand magic at that.”
The strange man was somewhat surprised, his treasure chest head looking up and down at little Morgan, the large tongue sticking out from the chest bobbing up and down, which was inexplicably amusing. This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.
“To be able to use grand magic so proficiently at such a small size, your magical talent is quite good.”
The strange man was delighted to find such a talent: “I am the Knight of the Sun, known as ‘Despicable Soul Five’. Are you interested in becoming my disciple?”
Little Morgan was stunned.
Taking a disciple?
And how did ‘despicable’ and’sun’ get linked together?
Looking at the other party’s bizarre treasure chest head, she was ten thousand percent unwilling and shook her head frantically to refuse.
But an unexpected voice sounded.
“Good, since that is the case, from this moment on, you are my disciple.”
Gwyn nodded with satisfaction, the large tongue on the treasure chest head swaying left and right accordingly.
“Ah?” Little Morgan was frozen.
I refused so clearly, how did you figure out I was interested?
Could it be that in the eyes of this monster, shaking one’s head actually means agreement?
Thinking of this, she immediately began to nod frantically like a chick pecking at rice, wanting to use this to indicate refusal.
However—
“Good, very spirited! To be so in agreement with becoming my disciple, I certainly didn’t misjudge you.”
“Tell me your name. Your name is destined to be passed down through the ages, engraved upon the eternal monument, and known to all living beings!”
“Because you have become my disciple.”
“Feel honored by this.”
“From now on, you are the direct descendant of the Witch of Izalith, the grand-disciple of the Chaos Daughter Klana, and the personal disciple of the King of Pyromancy.”
Gwyn talked to himself as if no one else was around, as if he completely disregarded little Morgan’s own thoughts.
Forcibly taking a disciple.
Facing this scene, little Morgan’s face turned pale.
I don’t want this!
A witch’s descendant?
I don’t want to be a witch!
I am going to be the ruler of Britain, how can I become a witch?
And what is this Chaos Daughter, King of Pyromancy, it doesn’t sound like anything good, who would want that?
But the strange man before her gave her absolutely no room to refuse.
Little Morgan looked ashen, feeling her life was plunged into darkness.
If she had known that sneaking out of Avalon would lead to meeting this weirdo, she would have just stayed obediently in Avalon.
“What is your name?” Gwyn asked again.
“My name is…”
In this instant, several names popped into little Morgan’s mind.
Vivian, Morgan le Fay, Morgause…
But in the end, she didn’t tell him any of her real names, but instead casually made up a fake name to fool him.
“Ash, my name is Ash.”
Finally, he nodded to indicate he had remembered it.
So you do know the real use of nodding!
Little Morgan was filled with indignation, harboring a grudge against Gwyn for disregarding her wishes and forcibly taking her as a disciple.
Gwyn didn’t know this and just asked: “Ash, so do you have a place you want to go now? Home, or do you want to go somewhere else?”
Little Morgan pondered.
Home or going somewhere else?
Right now I just want to get rid of you, you weirdo.
At this moment, she actually had the thought of returning to Avalon.
But having finally managed to come out, she was a bit unwilling to just go back like this.
No matter what, she was only ten years old, and still very playful.
Especially since she was raised by fairies.
Fairies… they were a group of creatures that were hard to judge.
To put it simply, they were incorrigible mischief-makers.
You couldn’t say they had no moral character, but you could say they didn’t have much.
To be honest, little Morgan didn’t really want to go back and live with the fairies.
“I want to travel, to go around and see different places in Britain,” she said.
“Go around?” Gwyn stroked the bottom of his treasure chest head.
“That suits me perfectly.”
“But wouldn’t your family be worried about you?”
“You are so small. Even if you are with me and won’t be in any danger, I think you should tell your family.”
You are my biggest danger, little Morgan said in her heart.
As for family, she first thought of King Uther.
She had never met this father since she was born; why the hell would she notify him?
Then she thought of those fairies… there was even less need to notify those guys.
Besides, she had snuck out herself; wouldn’t notifying them be walking right into a trap?
Selling herself out?
Not even someone with severe brain damage would do such a thing.
“There is no need. I only have a father I have never met since I was born, and I don’t even know what he looks like.” Little Morgan’s voice turned cold by several degrees.
“I see, a deadbeat dad.” Gwyn immediately imagined hundreds of words of melodramatic plot in his mind.
“Since that’s the case, let’s go.”
“The sky is already getting dark. We need to reach the nearest village before sunset, otherwise we’ll have to spend the night in the forest.”
“Although it doesn’t matter to me, you probably can’t stand spending the night in the wild.”
“With beasts howling and mosquitoes buzzing, you’d only be able to spread some things on the ground to sleep.”
“In this godforsaken place, the mosquitoes even grow this big.”
Gwyn felt that the fading of the Age of Gods wasn’t entirely a bad thing; at least without such dense magical power, things like mosquitoes couldn’t grow as big as a palm.