This was the national day of Great Britain.
The legendary first king continued the great divine era.
He fought against the dragon, quelled internal strife, and pacified foreign enemies.
The medieval Britons would tell legendary epics around the bonfire, allowing future generations to remember their glorious past.
They would know what kind of land they stood on.
They would understand how hard it was to achieve the current happiness and peace.
As a race that even the world deemed would perish, it was that king who led them to break all impossibilities.
They flowed with the proud bloodline of Britain.
The king's brilliance would always accompany them.
"Your Majesty, there is something I wish to report to you. You will definitely want to know about this good news!" Bersac reported.
"Oh? Good news, tell me more."
Moran raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Through his perception, observing the subjects busy with the celebration outside, he sat in the main seat at the center of the British sanctuary.
Britain still revered the worship of kings.
The church attempted to spread faith in Britain, but the results of this plan were far worse than those cardinals had imagined.
It was clear that in Britain, where the king was equivalent to a god, for the Britons, their king was much closer to them than the so-called God; that was not an abstract concept.
"Your queen, our ancestor... Lady Morgan le Fay! We believe she has also reincarnated in Britain!"
"You mean... Morgan... she has reincarnated?"
Moran's expression slightly changed.
The beautiful face he saw before eternal sleep flashed in his mind like a movie scene.
His breath momentarily caught.
Meeting his wife again in the modern world was undoubtedly the greatest wish Moran held in his heart right now.
"Ha! Mother is here too!?"
"Mordred, you... don't want your mother to come?"
"Of course! My mother is top-notch when it comes to snatching men; even if you and I join forces, Iris, we might not be able to win against my mother!"
Mordred's expression was quite uneasy.
Like a child worried about losing a toy, this left Moran momentarily at a loss for words.
However, thinking about it, it was indeed not wrong.
Morgan's potential possessiveness ranked among the top among women; she was the type who would cling tightly to her target once she set her sights on it.
Counting the past affairs.
Every time Moran thought of Morgan, he couldn't help but feel a tingle, which showed how outstanding she was in every aspect.
"Well... this is indeed quite challenging..."
"My mother is formidable; she calculates ten steps ahead with every move. Even knowing that my father is fickle, she still accepts this and has tightly held onto my father's heart until now!"
"This... this is really..."
Even Iris couldn't help but exclaim.
For a moment, admiration and envy surged faster than jealousy.
Wasn't that the realm she wanted to achieve?
"Ahem, let's not talk about these things! Also, don't lead Iris astray! Be careful that your mother hears these words; she won't hesitate to give you a lesson!"
Moran immediately shut down the gossip between the two girls.
Although what Mordred said was the truth, family matters couldn't be discussed .
Not to mention, there were others present.
Family scandals should not be aired in public.
"Um... both Sister Iris and Mordred are amazing... and that cool Sister Melusine... all the women around the teacher are impressive..."
Sakura looked at Moran and the others discussing.
She had such associations.
"Um... this is the worst... the teacher is too fickle!
Isn't this just running around flirting everywhere? I thought he would have more of a magus's charming demeanor!"
"Sister, I think the teacher is already very handsome!"
"That's two different things! I definitely won't look for a man like the teacher in the future; that kind of life would definitely be very troublesome!"
Rin turned her head away, blushing.
As if feeling ashamed for her teacher.
"If that's how you think, then I can become the teacher's bride, right? I don't want to conflict with you..."
"Eh... Sakura, are you serious...?"
"I really like the teacher; I don't think the teacher's fickleness is a flaw because whether it's Sister Iris or Mordred, they all seem very happy around the teacher, right?"
Sakura said naively and romantically.
Although she was just a young child, she could keenly perceive the emotions of those around her.
"If I have to say... it's that the teacher is too gentle... he always treats every girl around him sincerely... that's how I feel... I like such a teacher!"
Rin looked at Sakura, who boldly expressed her feelings.
Then she looked at her own lack of honesty.
For the first time, she felt she lost to her sister in some aspects; she couldn't express her feelings so directly.
"However, if Sister also likes the teacher, I have no confidence to win against you... after all, I'm not as outstanding as you..."
"Not at all, Sakura, you are a wonderful child!"
Although Rin felt a hint of bitterness in her heart.
She still chose to encourage little Sakura while feeling envious of certain qualities in her sister.
It was uncertain what paths these two sisters would take in the future.
On the other side, back to Moran.
"Bersac, you say Morgan has reincarnated in Britain.
If what you say is baseless nonsense, then the punishment I will impose will be quite terrifying."
"Your Majesty, I would never dare to deceive you; that child has grown up under the watch of the Blackmore clan. We are certain she bears the blessing of the island of Britain and is the vessel of your beloved queen!"
Moran couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly.
He didn't remember Morgan ever mentioning this to him.
If Morgan had a way to resurrect in this day and age, Moran believed she certainly had the means.
Because he was well aware of his wife's abilities.
It all depended on whether Morgan had this intention.
Considering that Morgan often liked to surprise him, one couldn't deny that she might have prepared this move behind the scenes.
If it really was Morgan returning.
Then Moran would undoubtedly be happy.
"That's right, that child is in the village; her body has been changing since ten years ago, as if she has received a blessing.
Her beautiful silver hair and her exquisitely beautiful face, without a doubt, resemble the visage of Queen Morgan!"
Bersac's eyes sparkled with excitement.
They were descendants combining the bloodlines of both Moran and Morgan.
Now, a descendant exhibiting this phenomenon had appeared.
If the queen of the first king truly resurrected among their clan, it would undoubtedly be the highest honor.