Southern Realm, Avalon Island.
"...In short, I’m afraid we’ll have to take some forced measures."
Morgos finished speaking, picked up the honey water on the table to soothe her throat, and waited for a response.
However, after some time, there was no response from either side.
She put down the cup and looked over.
Her two sisters, one of whom was looking down at the floor with a flushed face and behaving bashfully, and the other was gazing upward at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, idly studying the structure and aesthetics of the beams, as if these matters were more interesting than the significant event of the Mother Goddess’s return.
Morgos’s face darkened, and she slammed the table immediately:
"What did I just say? Are you even listening seriously?"
Morgan and Vivian, startled by their elder sister’s severe scrutiny, lowered their heads guiltily.
Seeing this, Morgos felt a wave of exhaustion.
Since returning from Camelot, her two sisters—one always daydreaming and giggling over an old notebook, and the other’s passive avoidance increasing, now showing some insincere compliance to her words.
And all these changes seemed to stem from their continuous interactions with a certain person.
It had to be admitted that the Origin God was indeed skilled at handling women, unknowingly exerting such deep influence on her two sisters.
If she couldn’t rely on them for the moment, she could only take matters into her own hands.
Morgos sighed and said solemnly:
"The Mother Goddess’s return is obstructed, I’m preparing to activate the second plan."
Morgan was taken aback at this:
"Wouldn’t that be too aggressive? If it angers Merlin, we might find ourselves at odds with Rome, the Nordic, and Greece, possibly sparking warfare..."
"There’s no choice in that matter. The longer time drags on, the higher the growth of the [Container] becomes, and the stronger its control over the [World]. If she continues to mess around, she might turn from guest to host, transforming the Mother Goddess’s divinity into her own nourishment. I will never accept a mortal replacing the deities to become the ruler of the Celts!"
Morgos replied coldly, her attitude firm.
After speaking, she did not wait for her sisters to object, and directly waved her hand to rotate the star disk over Avalon Island.
Tens of thousands of starlights reversed, the lake surface churned violently, revealing a stone staircase leading directly to the lake’s bottom.
Morgos stepped down the stairs one level at a time and reached the crystal coffin surrounded and wrapped by sixty-six Celtic astrolabes at the lake bottom.
Taking a deep breath, the Enchantress raised her hands with the Golden Curse Blade and plunged it into the coffin lid.
Dense divinity particles condensed into tangible liquid gold, crazily pouring into the coffin.
Accompanied by the rhythm of a heartbeat, a pair of empty and icy golden eyes slowly opened.
Time flew by, and several years passed since the Barton Mountain battle.
Although the White Dragon Vortigern, the incarnation of calamity, had already fallen, the filth within the earth veins had not been fully removed, and abnormal events still sprouted sporadically across Britain.
Some were magic beasts causing havoc, some were the Wild Hunt revived, some elves fallen into depravity, and some odd life forms coming to challenge the Round Table Knights...
These frequent troublesome occurrences, while unable to shake the authority of Camelot and the Knight King, rendered the affairs in the Royal Palace extraordinarily busy.
The indirect victim in this situation was Luo En himself.
No other choice, Altria’s skill in balancing and managing was rather immature, or else the Round Table Knight Order wouldn’t eventually split in the future; as her teacher, to avert such outcomes as much as possible, he had to step in occasionally, handling thorny political affairs and imparting experiential lessons on governance to Altria based on concrete examples.
Finally, after spending three days resolving the accumulated troublesome issues of three months, Luo En sighed with relief, slumping on the seat and calling out to the doorway:
"Altria, come for class."
A figure walked in, bringing the snacks and meals prepared by the kitchen.
However, it was Bedivere.
"The King is not here."
"Conway River. A magic beast named Water-seeking Beast appeared there. It has occupied the upper reaches of the river, causing a large-scale flood and spreading plague. Many local people have died because of this, and they lack the means to resolve this monster, hence appealed to Camelot, beseeching the Holy City to dispatch Round Table Knights to eliminate this creature. The King, having spare time, personally led a team there."
Hearing this reply, Luo En was slightly relieved.
The Water-seeking Beast, also known as Avank, is a large creature with a serpent head, leopard belly, and lion hindquarters, symbolizing chaos. It also possesses claws resembling those of a deer or hare. When it runs fast, its abdomen emits the sound of over forty hounds barking.
According to Celtic mythology, it primarily dwells in the Conway River Avank marsh, is incredibly sturdy and huge in build, and possesses rapid running speed, preferring life in water, it can create floods or spread plagues; any human injured by the Water-seeking Beast will catch a plague, inevitably leading to death.
Furthermore, as a product of ancient magic, it is conceived from the earth by powerful magic, impervious to blades or bullets.
Therefore, even if the local populace assembled forces, attempting to exterminate this monster with ordinary human weapons and strength, they would find it difficult to kill it, hence resorted to seeking aid from the Holy City Camelot.
Having consumed a piece of snack, Luo En continued asking:
"When will she return?"
"The King didn’t say, but it shouldn’t be too long, Sir Lancelot accompanies her. With their combined effort, dealing with a Water-seeking Beast is a piece of cake."