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Chapter 667: Chapter 63 Lancelot’s Curiosity Chapter 667: Chapter 63 Lancelot’s Curiosity Lancelot awoke once again, only to find that he had not arrived in the Emerald Prairie of his dreams.

“What’s…

going on?”

After opening his eyes, he realized he was still lying on the dry, desolate grey prairie of the Shadow Nation.

The sky was still the familiar colorless shade of grey and black.

In theory, once Lancelot truly died, the knights of the Silver-Crowned Dragon…

his former comrades and brothers-in-arms, were supposed to ride across the Rainbow Bridge from the Dream Realm and escort his soul to the domain of the Silver-Crowned Dragon.

The towering mountain range where the snowflakes fluttered was the home of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, located in the Crystal Mountain Range.

Notable guests would visit from time to time, and there was a great library gifted by the Great Sage where knights could read and study; ordinarily, the knights would ride their horses across the Emerald Prairie at the foot of the mountains.

There, by the sunlit lakeside, the view was eternally beautiful, a stark contrast to the Shadow Nation where Lancelot had lived for over four hundred years.

This place was close to the Fairy Kingdom, and occasionally lost fairies would wander in.

Some, taken by the beauty, would stay, becoming the musicians and poets of the Authority Domain.

There were also fairies from the Shadow Nation who occasionally came to bathe in the lake, meeting the valiant knights they admired.

Had it not been for the promise to Merlin years ago, Lancelot would never have stayed in the somber, lightless Shadow Nation to hone his martial skills.

Only in the timeless, undying shadow of the Shadow Nation could Lancelot be resurrected through the grand ceremony of “Shadow of Avalon.” After all, the ceremony itself drew upon the queen of the Shadow Nation’s power of resurrection and bodily reconstruction.

…Looking back now, it seems death might have been preferable.

Yet if he died now, his four hundred years of arduous training would appear to have been in vain.

Once in the Emerald Prairie, those old brothers he hadn’t seen in four hundred years would probably laugh at him.

At this thought, Lancelot couldn’t help but reach up to press his forehead, feeling a throbbing headache.

“Eh?”

It was then that a gentle and mature voice reached him, “Lancelot?

I heard you were gone?”

With a sinking feeling in his heart and some reluctance, Lancelot opened his eyes, “Morgan…?”

Silvery-blue hair, eyes as clear as sapphires—it was the elf witch who’d now taken the form of a fairy.

She was Gavin’s biological mother and Mordred’s foster mother.

Smiling softly, she reached out her hand as if to help him up.

She was friends with Vivian and had once studied magic under Merlin through Vivian’s introduction.

And Lancelot knew a secret—that Morgan had once been involved with Arthur, who had been incarnated as a mortal.

After all, the war with the Supreme Heaven was not the only battle in which Arthur had fought.

He too had been mortally wounded and dying, and it was then that Morgan had healed him.

As a witch of the Domain of Love, her healing methods naturally had a witch’s flair.

What gave Lancelot chills even more was the notion that Morgan seemed to have taken a liking to him.

Although she first rose to the Emerald Prairie as an emissary of the Silver-Crowned Dragon…

when she learned Lancelot planned to go to the Shadow Nation to seek training, she followed right behind.

Morgan had since become an apostle of the Shadowy Celestial Marshal, often appearing alongside Vivian.

Even though Morgan had only shared a momentary bond with Arthur, and the Silver-Crowned Dragon had kept out of it…

Lancelot still wouldn’t risk wagering on the boss’s view of her.

Despite Morgan showing him gestures of interest multiple times, Lancelot never dared to touch her.

After all, he still hoped to return to the Emerald Prairie after death.

“…Seems like something went wrong, the situation is a bit troublesome.”

Lancelot cleared his throat with a cough, did not take Morgan’s hand, but instead sat up himself from the prairie, “It seems I indeed was summoned to the Material Realm by the ‘Shadow of Avalon’ ritual…

but then I was immediately sacrificed as an offering, and my newly revived body was taken by the Breaker of Sieges.

I then met some people…

and suddenly I came back.”@@novelbin@@

“The Breaker of Sieges?

The Erinyes?”

At the mention of this name, Morgan was surprised, “Are you sure?”

“…What’s wrong?” Lancelot realized something was amiss.

“She just died, and the Bear Celestial Marshal has gone mad.”

“Died?”

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, “Who killed her?”

“Don’t know.”

“…She didn’t resurrect?”

Lancelot was shocked, “Can’t we just ask her after she resurrects?”

Theoretically, Phantom Demons are immortal—in this sense, the Material Realm is like an incubator.

Once a soul has ascended to a Phantom Demon, it can exist forever in the Dream Realm.

Those souls that have not ascended will be shattered and randomly reshaped.

After repeated cycles, the number of Phantom Demons would naturally increase.

Unless a Phantom Demon’s power is devoured by another of its Path, a dead Phantom Demon should rebuild its body from the Dream Realm; even utterly destroyed, at worst, it would turn into a Phantom Demon Egg and be reborn from the Material Realm.

“Here’s the problem,” Morgan spoke gravely, “She did not resurrect from the Dream Realm—it seems she’s turned into a Phantom Demon Egg.”

Turning into a Phantom Demon Egg meant a complete and absolute death, stripped of all power.

In Lancelot’s view, even if one were to resurrect from a Phantom Demon Egg state, it would not be the same existence as before…

with only a blur of old memories intact, the only clarity remaining would be the memories of the host of this life.

“…Strange.”

Lancelot murmured.

He subconsciously thought of the ritual that had briefly summoned him.