The Greece Antagonist

"The Mist Forest is too remote, I'm not used to living there."

"Then how about Londinium? Or Camelot? I can build a castle for you in either of those places."

"That's too much trouble; I prefer wandering around."

Hearing the other party repeatedly find reasons to refuse, Morgan frowned and asked directly:

"Tell me, what do you want? Wealth, power, divine position? As long as I can do it, I'll fulfill it for you!"

What if I wish to annex the Celtic lands?

Luo En sighed inwardly but did not say it out loud.

Because he understood that this was an impossible request.

Whether it's Greece, Nordic, or Celtic, they all have reached a critical moment of life and death; even choosing two out of the three, he's destined to stand on the side opposing Celtic.

Seeing that Luo En has not answered for a long time, Morgan fell into contemplation.

A person who does not seek wealth, power, or strength, yet possesses the wisdom to shift the balance...

What does he truly want?

Gradually, a trace of confusion and... gloom appeared in Morgan's eyes.

"Asking others is not as good as asking yourself."

"?"

"If you want to stand at the top, you must learn to walk independently. I can help you for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Plus, I'm used to being lazy, spineless; I can't carry such heavy responsibilities. However, since you sincerely seek my guidance, in consideration of our previous relationship, I won't stand idly by."

Luo En paused and said in a deep voice,

"How about this, if you have any confusion about settling disputes, governing a country, or magic spells, you can ask me, and I'll do my best to answer."

"So, you want to teach me — how to think?"

"Teaching someone to fish is better than giving them a fish. Compared to being an all-encompassing caretaker, I prefer to be a more relaxed teacher who gives the problems students need to face to them to solve themselves."

"Then, what is the cost?"

"To a teacher, teaching a student who surpasses oneself is the best gift."

"Don't worry, I'm not worse than Vivian!"

Morgan smiled confidently and proudly.

Luo En glanced at his new pupil and snorted lightly:

"Don't be happy too early. Let's be clear, I only teach during the journey. Once this is over, I haven't decided where to go next; if you can reach me, then we'll talk."

"If you're willing to come to the Mist Forest, you're welcome anytime."

"We'll see."

Tossing out an ambiguous statement, feeling the doubt from Morgan completely dissolve, Luo En secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, he reacted quickly enough and muddled through.

Otherwise, he might have aroused the suspicions of this Celtic Death Goddess about his motives.

If things went wrong, it might pull the rug from under him, gradually uncovering his true identity and purpose.

Just as Luo En was organizing his thoughts, considering how to prepare a make-shift lesson for the new student Morgan, a stream of golden flame rose in the night, converging towards Morgan like a rushing river of stars.

Ancient and cryptic chanting drifted along with the wind, becoming ever louder.

"The Savin Festival has arrived."

Morgan looked up at the night sky illuminated by countless flames and murmured.

This was the new year celebration of the Celts, where residents often dressed in various costumes, either going out singing and dancing, decorating homes, or enjoying a lavish dinner with family and friends.

At this time, several bonfires would be ignited in the squares, and the white-robed Druids responsible for hosting the ceremony would become busy, either sending out small wooden pieces or small bone tiles inscribed with Ogan Tree Rune to relay blessings or chanting divine words and casting spells to purify and bless passing residents.

After the ceremony, the Druids would distribute the still-burning embers from the bonfires to each household to light new kitchen flames.

These flames were meant to keep the home warm and ward off evil spirits.

Just as light follows darkness, new life is nurtured in death.

In Celtic cultural philosophy, only at this moment do [this world] and [otherworld] remove barriers, where deities and humans, monarchs and subjects, departed souls and the living revel together, free from the hatred and identity divides of conflicts and battles.

Suddenly, Morgan felt an inexplicable impulse, raised her hand to coalesce the flames sacrificed to her and the faith into a mass of golden starlight, and offered it forward:

"I haven't prepared any apprentice gift; let this be my present to you."

The golden starlight merged into Luo En's chest, conveying the celebration and blessings that defy identity, race, and strength differences of this land.

Pressing his warm chest, feeling the divine power surging within, Luo En looked at the impulsively-minded Morgan who used this as an apprentice gift, suddenly finding it all amusing and exasperating.

It seems that Celtic's traditional Savin Festival is the future Halloween restructured by Christianity?

Dears Death Goddess of the Celts, aren't you aiding the enemy?