As evening approached, this accidental gathering came to a satisfying end for both hosts and guests.
Artoria was the last to set down her empty plate. She elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, rose from her seat, and, under everyone's watchful eyes, walked to the end of the table and naturally grabbed Samael's hand.
"Come back to the palace with me."
Smack!
However, accompanied by a crisp slap, Morgan expressionlessly knocked Artoria's hand aside.
"Why?"
"He's my teacher. What's wrong with me inviting him?"
"He's also my chief knight! As my vassal, his allegiance is to me! Don't you think you should ask for my opinion first?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow and once again slapped aside Artoria's outstretched hand.
Artoria's expression darkened as she reached out again.
"I am the state. Legally speaking, everything here belongs to me."
"Sorry, but there's already been a Glorious Revolution. That's outdated. We have a constitutional monarchy now, and I have more power than you!"
"I appointed you. I have the right to impeach you."
"Then submit a motion first. We can talk after it passes through both houses and the Round Table."
Morgan met her blow for blow verbally, mercilessly batting away that restless paw as she fiercely defended her sovereignty.
After several exchanges, the sisters found themselves unable to do anything to each other. They locked eyes and fell into an awkward silence.
In the next instant, Artoria and Morgan moved at the same time. One attacked, the other blocked, and the battle swiftly intensified.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
For a moment, afterimages crisscrossed above Samael's head amid crisp impacts, setting off bursts of air explosions.
Chaotic gusts swept through the room, sending tablecloths and plates flying everywhere and leaving the scene in complete disarray.
However, the Horned God, Fou, and Sir