Chapter 618：

Grey said in a panic.

Don't mention, being hit by Altria like this made her feel a little urinary.

"That's it," Altria's holy cyan eyes looked at Grey, with a gentle smile on her delicate face, and said: "Then go quickly, and then go to sleep again."

"Um... that... I'm afraid of the dark, and I'm afraid of ghosts... So, so..." Gray lowered his head and said with a blushing face: "Can you... accompany me?"

"Of course." Altria nodded and said gently.

Altria raised Grey into the toilet, while she waited outside the toilet.

"That... are you still there?" Grey asked cautiously.

Altria said, "I'm here, I'll always be, don't be afraid, Grey."

"Um..." Grey buried her head.

This kind of company, this kind of real care by others made her heart tremble slightly.

That person will accompany her, not because she is the resurrected body of some hero, but because she is Grey.

This is something she has been pursuing but can't get.

But what is ridiculous is that this person who really cares about "Grey" is the one whose body is about to be resurrected.

How ridiculous?

Grey came out of the toilet, blushing, and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, Your Highness. You were allowed to accompany me."

Altria said softly: "Don't say that, this is not a shame. And I also want to thank you for lending my body to my boarding house. Okay, go back to sleep."

"Hmm..."

Grey and Altria walked to the room.

"Speaking of which, why did Your Highness go to the room of the Princess?" Gray asked.

Altria's head drooped slightly, her eyelids drooped, and she said, "Looking at that child...reminds me a bit of my child."

"Do you have any children?" Gray asked strangely.

Altria nodded and said strangely: "I am a woman, of course I have children."

"Mordred?" Grey asked.

Altria nodded.

Grey said strangely: "However, historical books and biographies say that Mordred is the witch Morgan Lefy, who drugged you and gave birth to a rebellious son..."

"It's not! That's mine! That child, it's mine!" Altria said displeasedly: "I really don't know who wrote it, let me see, I must kill him with a single sword!"

Grey Quandang didn't hear it, and instead asked: "Mordred finally destroyed the dynasty and killed you. Don't you hate her?"

"She didn't start... and how could I hate her?" Altria said with a bit of sadness, "I never hated Mordred, let alone angry with her."

"Mordred...what kind of person is it?" Gray asked.

Altria said, "That child is a stiff-mouthed child like the Princess. It's just..."

"Just?"

Altria said: "It's just that the child is easy to feel lonely, so sometimes he is very clingy, but sometimes he is very reluctant to contact others. When she sticks to you, you care about her, she will be angry, and then Tell you to do your own thing. When she is unwilling to contact people, if you ignore her, she will show a crying expression again..."

Altria couldn't help but smile, then lowered her head again, a little sad, and said, "So, I never understood that child from beginning to end...I am a failed mother."

"That's it..."

Grey was in a low mood and whispered in her heart: "I really envy her for having a mother like you."

Altria claims that she has never understood her child, and how can she understand her parents and relatives?

Regarding her as the body of the resurrected knight king Altria Pendragon, even the so-called blessing is just to bless her to be chosen as the body of the resurrection.

No one had ever blessed her to be born as Grey, but was born as the body of the Knight King.

This is true of her people, her parents, and even her sister who adopted her later.

Grey is not needed.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that she has become as inferior as she is now and dare not contact with others...

"What are you thinking about, Grey?" Altria asked.

"Ah...no...nothing." Grey replied in a panic.

"Go back to sleep." Altria said.

"Um..." Grey nodded.

Grey walked into the room, turned his head and glanced at Altria who was standing outside the door.

The cold moonlight passed through the thin window screens, leaving a faint silver water pattern on her gentle and pretty face.

Gray couldn't help asking: "You...you will always be there, right?"

"You are my Master, and I will always be by your side, Grey." Altria said.

Grey was relieved.

As long as the king is still there, she will feel at ease.

Because as long as the king is still there, it means that there is still someone, and another person is blessed because she is Grey.

It turned out that she was not afraid of ghosts, nor was she afraid of the dark.

I'm just afraid, there is no one beside me.

What a coward, Grey!

Grey said inwardly.

Yad sighed in her pocket.

Maybe that's all right.

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