"Do you have any plans for your future?"

"Wang.... I don't know.... My life has been disrupted since the mutation, and I don't know what to do..."

Gray replied very reservedly.

She was still fidgeting in the face of Moran, and this was the first time in many years that she had established normal communication with others.

Well, Yard, that guy isn't human.

"In that case, do you want to see the outside world? I can take you out if you want to. "

"Huh.... But the rules of the clan..."

That's when Grey reacted.

The man before them is the king to whom their people are loyal.

And the rules are for him.

"Hehe, Belsack, I'm going to show Grey the world outside the cemetery, what do you think?"

"Your commandment is the Word. It's a great privilege to be by your side. We don't have any problem with that. "

Belsack said with his head bowed.

Even the parents with Grey are the same.

"Look, you don't need to care about the rules, just follow your own ideas. I'm not going to make it difficult. "

"King 24... You are.... Because of this face of mine .... That's why you care so much about me.....?"

Grey said this, her little head drooping.

The expression was still gloomy and sad.

She thinks that the former king, like her parents and patriarchs, all regarded herself as the noble princess.

"Grey.... How dare you do this....!"

Magdalena looked up with an angry face.

Moran is not only the ancestor of a clan in their eyes, but also the eternal king representing Britain, and is faith.

It is a great privilege to bestow such a blessing.

As a descendant and courtier, she should simply accept it and show her love to the king.

Now, Grey dares to question the favor.

Magdalena repented of her daughter's stupidity, and her husband wanted to ask the king for forgiveness because of his poor discipline.

Grey was like a scared bunny.

She clutched her skirt tightly and pursed her lips.

What the girl actually wants is simple, she just wants people to see her true self.

She just wanted to find herself.

If people can't even find themselves, then the saddest thing in this world is it.

"It's okay, I don't care.

You say, am I so concerned because of this face of yours?

Hehe, I'm not going to deny that. Grey, you look too much like my wife. And I, too, love my wife. "

Moran responded positively to Grey.

These words hit the nail on the head of Grey's pain.

If everyone just wants to see Princess Morgan, then what is the meaning of her life in the past ten years?

Her own life as Grey -

Could it be that it simply exists as a sacrifice?

What is the meaning of her joys and sorrows?

A haze of loss haunted Grey's face, and a pang of pain welled up inside her as if she had been torn apart.

And yet—

"But I don't just care about you because you look like Morgan.

In my eyes, you are still a citizen of Great Britain, a descendant of my and Morgan's bloodline.

Grey, you are such a similar offspring....

What's wrong with me loving and forgiving my people and my children like this?"

Moran's words echoed through the room.

It wasn't just Grey who was shocked by Ling Ran's words, but even Belsack and the others were the same.

In a word, stop everyone's emotions.

They felt a close bond by blood and a loving gaze of the kings for their people.

"You're not Morgan, you're Grey Brackmoa. I know this better than anyone else.

You are one of the Tomb Keepers of the Brakmoa, who have kept the King's commands, and who can please me and even Britain. Even if you are not my wife, I want to lend a helping hand to take care of you when I see a troubled and painful descendant like you, so what's wrong with that?"

Moran said with his hands on his chest.

There was no wavering in that sight.

Dispel the gloom that lingers on Grey's face.

That's right, Moran was watching Grey.

It's not that I'm looking at my own princess.

For the first time in more than ten years, Grey, who had not felt herself, was not afraid of her face.

"Woooooo

It's a cry out loud.

After all, it's just a young girl. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Cry as much as you want, confusion and hesitation are also part of life. This is the bitter medicine of life....."

Moran stroked Grey's head.

Warms the girl's scarred heart with love.

At the same time, he also muttered to himself.

Sure enough, in the face of a girl who is sad and crying like this, he has no choice at any time.

See Morgan who once faced loneliness.

I saw her constantly trying to get the love of her parents, and I saw her longing for light even in the dark.

Moran, like that strong Morgan.

Knowing that Morgan had suffered as much as Grey in the past, one was not accepted by anyone, the other was not watched by anyone.

Too similar, too close.

It's just that Grey is much younger than Morgan.

Pure goblins are generally unable to give birth to children by biological means, but they have the theory of reincarnation.

The first elves will treat the reincarnated next generation as children.

And Morgan also has goblin blood.

If Morgan had given birth to a daughter who inherited the blood of the elves, she would have been very similar to Grey.

It's a pity that Gareth and Gawain took them as children.

The blood in the body is more human.

"What's the matter, can you answer me back to 107 now?

It doesn't matter what choice you make, Grey. I believe that even if you stay in the Blakmoya cemetery, it will never be the same again.

You will not be wronged again. "

Moran's words reached the ears of Belsack and the others.

At the moment, they feel ashamed.

They had always ignored Grey's will, believing that they could just welcome Princess Morgan back.

Don't blame them, the Brakmoya have held out for too long.

For thousands of years, it has been waiting.

The beliefs of the Brakmoya clan are too religious, and the sense of mission and faith makes them dilute their family affection.

As a courtier, he is undoubtedly excellent.

But they are also blood relatives of Moran's descendants.

Britain simply gives blessings, and the Brackmoya want the princess to return, and everyone is expecting good things.

Moran couldn't blame them.

It can only be said that fate played a hateful joke.

"Wang.... I want to follow you. "

Grey said, looking up.

It was a beautiful face wet with tears.

She felt the light that dispelled the gloom in her heart, and gave an answer from her own will.

Only the king is looking at himself.

Grey always felt like she would cry if she didn't pay attention. She wiped the moist corners of her eyes casually, bowed her head and bowed her head again and again.

"O king, please guide me. "。