Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 194: Six Years Later

"My lady, it is time."

"Uh?" Mina's voice woke me from my sleep. I was lying on the soft, comfortable bed along with my sister, who had her hand around my stomach, as usual.

"What time is it, Mina?" I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes and sitting up.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"It's half past eight, my lady."

"Already?!" I said, wide awake as I snapped my eyes open. Today was the day, the big day that I had been working on for six years.

"Yes, my lady," the maid nodded.

"I need to get ready, and quick."

"I prepared a warm bath for you, my lady," my personal maid said, with a small, kind smile on her lips as always.

"Thanks," I said, smiling, before taking a peek at my sleeping twin sister. "Victoria, wake up. We are going to be late for the ceremony."

"Huh... five more minutes," she said, mumbling something before turning around and burying her head in the pillow.

"Ugh, sis, wake up, please." I tried shaking her but to no avail. My sister was a heavy sleeper, and very few things could wake her up.

"I'll handle this, my lady."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Nodding, the maid gently walked towards the bed and pulled the blanket, exposing the glorious, naked body of Victoria.

"Hey... it's cold."

"Victoria, wake up," Mina said. Her tone was gentle, and the smile on her face was the kind and polite one, yet the look in her eyes was a lustful one. I could see a sparkle in her gaze as it scanned my sister's naked, sleeping body.

"Five minutes, Mom," Victoria replied, still not opening her eyes.

"Sigh... Do I have to do this?" Mina sighed, shaking her head as she raised her hand high in the air, and a second later…

SLAP!!

"Ouch." The loud slap echoed in the room, and Victoria's body flinched as she jumped out of the bed, with her big, round breasts bouncing and her beautiful ass on full display.

"Mina, I told you many times, don't slap my ass!"

"It's the only way to wake you up," the maid replied, shrugging. The smile on her face didn't even flinch; instead, it grew a little bigger.

"Sigh, fine."

"Now, both of you hurry up, or else you will be late... and what are you doing, Lady Morgana?" Mina asked, turning her head and noticing that I was lying on my back on the big, fluffy bed.

"Mina, wake me up too," I said, pouting. The look in my eyes was full of cuteness as I shook my ass a little.

"..."

"I'm not going to slap your butt, my lady."

"But why, Mina, why?" I asked, looking sad. "You did it for Victoria, so why not for me?"

"Lady Victoria is a kind and innocent girl, and you, my lady, are the devil incarnate that couldn't go a day without sinning," the maid replied, rolling her eyes as she sighed in annoyance, her cheeks a little red.

"Aww, but you love my devilish side," I replied, flashing my cutest smile as I played with my boobs and nipples. "Don't you want to taste them again, Mina? I know how you love eating them. Don't you want some?"

The maid's eyes followed my hands as I slowly played with the two perky mounds, the tiny rose-colored nipples. The look in Mina's eyes grew intense, and the heat began showing. Her face and cheeks became bright red, and I could tell that she wanted to say something. However, the look on her face wasn't one of a horny bastard; it was of anger—or maybe both. I don't know.

"Go bathe!" she ordered. Her tone was fierce. "NOW!"

"Hehe, I know, Mina. I know."

Not wanting to suffer the wrath of my maid, I quickly jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom, letting Mina help Victoria.

Six years had passed since my sister and I came here to Castle Dracula. It had been a long and boring period, but a fun one at the same time. Not much had happened, except for the fact that I had to train every day from dawn till dusk under Sir Walter and the other knights. The old man really didn't joke around when it came to training, and I was forced to spend most of my days and nights running around the training field, lifting heavy stones, and getting my ass kicked by the knights.

The training was hard and very annoying, but fun at the same time. After some time, I realized that in my "true" past, I did train with the knights. The techniques, the skills, and the moves I used were the exact ones they taught me—at least the basic moves. When I grew older and got the hang of it, I began showing my real strength and quickly dominated the knights, becoming the first young female captain in the history of Wallachia County.

My parents were really proud, especially my father since he was a knight too. As for my sister Victoria, she suddenly got interested in swords and asked me to train her two years ago. To my surprise, she was a fast learner. But I guess I should have expected that. When it came to learning, Victoria was what everyone could call a prodigy.

In a matter of three years, she was able to catch up to our teacher's level. Math and science weren't a problem for her, and the teacher couldn't follow her when she asked about the theory and logic behind things.

After she learned all she wanted to learn, she moved to experimenting on her own. Grandpa loved it and even built a huge lab for her the moment he knew about her talent and expectations. The old man never missed a day to spoil his little granddaughter and even gave her a lot of money.

Sob!... more than me... Sob!

And don't get me started on management. My sister was a monster. She knew everything about the people in the county and the nobles around us—where they lived, their jobs, their wealth and status—and she was always a step ahead of any problem or crisis that was coming. Hell, even the ministers couldn't stop coming to her for help.

So, in short, my sister was queen material. She was the smart one, the one that the country needed, and the one the people loved and respected. Sadly, my Grandpa didn't allow me to give the crown to her all because I was the oldest by just a few minutes. But I know the real reason.

Victoria is kind. Too kind. The kind of person that would forgive the world no matter what. And this kind can't rule. A king or queen needs to have a certain cruelty, to make sure that those who betrayed them would suffer and never try to betray the kingdom again.

Cruelty that I was known for.

My Grandpa knew all along about me killing the red-haired maid and didn't say anything for six years. The dumb me forgot the knife in the maid's room and didn't take it with me. That knife was a part of a custom-made silverware set. The first use of them was that night, and the ones that my sister and I used were scaled down for kids.

My Grandpa instantly knew that the one who killed the maid was either me or Victoria. Since the silverware was expensive, he personally stored them away and made sure to only take them out when important guests were coming. The maids couldn't enter the room, so the knife was stolen during dinner, and it was only him, me, and my sister.

Grandpa asked me why I did it last year, and I told the truth. And you know what? He hugged me and said that I did the right thing, and the red-haired maid deserved it.

"My lady, hurry up, please," Mina called from behind the door. She was busy preparing my clothes while Victoria was taking her time.

"Coming."

I washed my hair and body, making sure to clean myself and not leave a spot untouched. After fifteen minutes, I stepped out, a towel covering my now-developed body.

"Finally," Mina said. The look on her face was that of a woman who was forced to wait for a whole hour, yet I knew better—that the maid was just pretending and didn't really mind. I liked her.

"Here, put it on."

"Sure."

My personal maid helped me put on the fancy silver armor that was made for me—a gift from my aunt Maria, actually. We got close—really close—after I helped her with taming her sissy son a little. How? Well... we ripped the shit out of his ass with a horse-sized strap-on, and from there he was more obedient. The man was a time bomb and had to be dealt with, or the county would have suffered a lot of rumors, and rumors are more deadly than a blade.

Oh, did I tell you that I had one fucked-up, sick, and crazy ancestor?

Vlad the Impaler, also known as the Dragon, was a crazy fucker. The dude didn't give a shit and impaled a lot of people, from enemies to his own people, and may or may not have drunk their blood.

"Done," Mina said, and the armor was fully on. Staring at my reflection, I realized that this armor was similar to the one I saw myself wearing in the big portrait in Nightmare Tower.

"Ready, sis, for the big day?" Victoria asked, stepping closer and staring at me with her usual cute smile. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress matching the color of our eyes.

Today was our eighteenth birthday, and the recognition of me, Morgana Tepes, as the new countess.

"Of course, my dear sister."

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