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Chapter 996: Chapter 349 Morgan’s True Gift

When Miss Aleister was brought to the Hall of Silver and Tin, it was already dusk. The Sun and the Moon were both in the sky at the same time.

Miss Aleister and Leviathan were led to the parlor by an Arbitrator whose name she did not know.

“…Please wait here for a moment. The Queen’s Guard should notify you about what comes next.”

The Arbitrator bowed politely, his tone revealing a relieved sense of relaxation—that this mess was finally over, and next time, let whoever wants to deal with it do so, as he certainly would not.

It was evident that he was extremely afraid of Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Aleister facing off against each other.

One was the Queen of Avalon, the other the present lover of His Holiness, and it seemed that they were also romantic rivals… Judging from those few words, it appeared as if the Queen had made some unreasonably difficult request to Miss Aleister, which she had now completed with integrity.

No matter what he did, he would be blamed for it… One could even say that as soon as he decided to patrol the Port District today, the blame had silently approached him. Now, the best scenario had occurred since Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Aleister had not made direct contact…

Let’s hope at least that it won’t cause a big scene, as it would not be good to see. The Arbitrator thought to himself.

Miss Aleister was not here in Stealth, but had openly passed through customs to enter Avalon… This meant that those who knew of her return were definitely not few. And all the way here, many reporters had come to take photographs…

Given the efficiency of those reporters, he could already guess the headline and the photos on the front page of tomorrow morning’s newspaper—they would surely feature him walking with Miss Aleister on the streets, and there would be photos from every angle.

Sweat drenched his back, oh dear family members.

“You’ve worked hard, Mr. Arbitrator.”

Miss Aleister simply caressed Leviathan by her side, showing a generous and radiant smile: “You will no longer be needed after this.”

“Let’s hope so…”

The Arbitrator murmured to himself and swiftly made his exit like the wind.

After he left, several of the Queen’s Guard arrived as expected.

In their gaze towards Miss Aleister, there was curiosity, scrutiny, closeness… and also caution. But what was conspicuously absent was the animosity one would expect towards the “love rival” of the Queen.

“Her Majesty is waiting for you in the bedroom,” said an Elf with a long silver ponytail.

“…The bedroom?”

Miss Aleister felt a jolt in her heart, and her expression turned unnatural in an instant.

It shouldn’t be, my appearance is still that of Aleister…

After careful consideration, Miss Aleister concluded that the most that could happen was being held in sleep—just like in a dream. She then relaxed.

She needed no guide and walked straight to the front of the slowly advancing Queen’s Guard.

Miss Aleister passed through the corridor, now so familiar to her, and pushed open the door to Isabel’s bedroom.

Isabel was not practicing her instrument as usual, but was leisurely wearing pajamas, lying on the bed, reading a book.

“Long time no see, Alai.”

She smiled, closed the book, and put it aside, casually grabbing a pillow to cover the book’s title.

Miss Aleister glanced at it and noticed that the name of the author not fully covered was “Rose Kelly.”

…An unknown name; is it from a less famous author? Miss Aleister thought while her gaze was involuntarily drawn to Isabel’s attire.

The pajamas she wore were of the style that Aiwass had previously sent from the Holy Nation—a silver-white sheer garment nearly translucent, with dark gold lace trimming at the cuffs and collar. Originally, there should have been a layer of undergarments… but Miss Aleister saw no shape of any undergarments.

Miss Aleister subconsciously swallowed.

—It would have been better if I had returned in Aiwass’s body. She genuinely thought.

This body of “Aleister” was, after all, strong in spirit but not in power…

…Wait, wait a minute?

Miss Aleister hesitated for a moment, suddenly remembering she had another form of incarnation!

She walked towards the Standing Mirror in the room. When she walked out again, she had transformed into the likeness of Aiwass.

Apart from the scarlet color of her pupils, which bore a wicked air, she was a spitting image of Aiwass himself!

“This is—”

“…How can this be?”

The Queen’s Guard, who were supposed to remain quiet and reserved at all times, couldn’t help but voice their shock and awe.

For they could sense—that this was not an illusion or a technique of flesh transformation, but truly Pope Aiwass!

However, Aiwass should be in the Holy Nation at the moment, and he couldn’t possibly be the Son of the Moon!

“Be at ease.”

Isabel’s voice was calm yet authoritative: “Silence.”

With just a few words, the Queen’s Guard regained their presence like mere room ornaments.

Then, she looked towards Aleister who had transformed into Aiwass, and with an unsurprised extension of her hands, her face revealed a joyful smile.

Miss Aleister stepped forward and embraced Isabel: “My Queen… long time no see.”

“…It’s been a long time since I’ve heard this voice, my Knight. I’ve missed it.”

Isabel whispered into Aleister’s ear, making it slightly ticklish—a sensation Aiwass was particularly sensitive to. Whenever Isabel whispered in his ear, he couldn’t help but shiver and even let out a muffled groan.

“Why the sudden desire to return to Avalon? Did you sense something?”

Isabel said with a smiley eye.

Her voice was slow and methodical, yet it was different from what Aleister had expected. He thought his return would be a surprise—Isabel, suddenly seeing him, would presumably run over joyfully, pitter-patter, and like a little cat charge straight into his arms. Instead, she sat calmly on the bed, waiting for him to come and embrace her…

…as if she was the one who missed him. Aleister thought to himself.

Well, maybe a little bit.

She admitted in her heart, both despondent and pleased.

“I need to make a trip to Eagle Cape Village tomorrow…”

Aleister said earnestly.

He then relayed to Isabel all the recent events he had encountered and the concerns he had from his other self.

Initially, Isabel pouted, but she soon listened carefully to Aleister’s words.

When she heard that Aiwass hesitated to advance too soon because of the concerns over their agreement with Aleister, Isabel suddenly laughed.

“Then there’s no need for you two to argue anymore.”

Isabel spoke slowly: “Would you like me to give you a surprise?”

“Surprise…”

Aleister murmured and then suddenly realized: “No way?”

Aiwass and Isabel had shared intimacy only once—and that was almost an entire day. They had agreed to meet on the evening of February 16th, and Isabel had even prepared a fine wine to celebrate and commemorate the occasion.

But on the morning of the 16th, after Aiwass met Morgan, he seemed a bit overexcited. He played with Isabel from day to night.

At the time, Aiwass wondered whether he was influenced by the Path of Love, but he was sure his will was completely clear… it could only be blamed on his own impatience and lack of self-control.

And just like that… Isabel was pregnant from that one encounter?

What kind of sharpshooting was this—

…Or was this the gift Morgan had given him?

[——Lancelot asked me to deliver a gift to you… How do you like it?]

That’s what Morgan had told Aiwass back then.

Morgan, as the lake fairy of the Path of Love, indeed had the power to bestow children. However, later when Aiwass saw the “Morgan’s Wonder House,” he thought that the “dream house” must have been Morgan’s gift to him.

…But now, thinking back, the gift “Lancelot” asked Morgan to give couldn’t possibly be just a novelty house. That would’ve been too bizarre—although Morgan isn’t very serious, Lancelot is quite upright and serious, decidedly lacking in humor.

Even if he didn’t explicitly state what to give… it wouldn’t look good for Morgan to return empty-handed.

On the contrary, giving a child might satisfy that old-timer. After all, Isabel is also his descendant.

With that thought, Aleister gently placed his hand on Isabel’s lower abdomen.

The Power of Love from the Son of the Moon slowly infused through the Blood Qi.

Aleister’s hand had not yet felt another heartbeat, but the Power of the Path of Love effortlessly sensed the strange Life Force circulating within Isabel’s body—it felt as if two people were superimposed on each other. There was no heartbeat, no soul, no Power of the Path, but a clear, palpable Life Force was present.

“Do you feel it?”

Isabel murmured softly: “I can’t even feel it yet.”

“…It might take a couple more weeks for a fetal heartbeat to appear.”

Aleister earnestly advised: “You must take good care of yourself, avoid dangerous places, don’t stay up late and don’t drink alcohol.”

Her feelings were mixed, but she also felt very happy—now, the concerns she and Aiwass had were no longer there!

“I don’t want to.”

Isabel said bluntly: “The only way I can meet with you is through drinking.”

“…Be good. The fact that drinking didn’t affect it before was a stroke of luck. But it can’t go on like this.”

Aleister’s expression was serious: “It’s dangerous for both the child and you.”

Isabel suddenly laughed: “I was just joking… of course, I know. And besides, I have this…”

As she spoke, she showed off the necklace hanging from her neck—suspended from it was a crystal bottle reminiscent of a perfume flacon, inside which was an intoxicating, almost oil-like golden liquid. It looked like flowing honey, brimming with sparkling tiny particles, exquisitely ephemeral.

——That was the liquid soul of Aiwass.

Upon seeing it, Aleister suddenly remembered his prior fixation.

If she wanted to transform herself into Aiwass’s Great Sin Beast, then Aiwass’s liquid soul was an essential ingredient…