Sigh, what a mood killer...
In the gazebo, Kay watched Samael and Morgan enter, then turned to look at the Lion King, who sat primly drinking tea without noticing the awkward silence in the slightest. He could not help but shake his head helplessly.
Ever since Artoria had grasped that lance during Britain's moment of peril, her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. Her actions, too, had gradually come under the control of reason, while her emotions had grown ever fainter. Ordinarily, few things or external influences could stir her feelings.
Morality, ethics, and humanity's joys and sorrows found it difficult to move her or earn her empathy.
As her subject, Kay was in no position to say much, nor did he have the ability to change anything.
But as her older brother, there were some things Kay had to say, even if facing this sister's divine majesty made his scalp tingle and left him under immense pressure.
"My King, do you dislike those children?"
"Rationally speaking, I would not call it dislike..."
Artoria set down her teacup and looked toward the little fairies bustling about in the courtyard, her expression calm. Especially when she saw Freya, who had been preparing food earlier, a faintly gentle curve appeared on her face.
Kay let out a quiet breath and gave her a grave reminder.
"Then you should not have said that to Lady Morgan!"
"Why not?"
"They are fairies too! I can see that Lady Morgan has not only adopted them, but loves them as well. By saying something like that in public, were you trying to make Lady Morgan draw a line between herself and her adopted daughters?"
Seeing that this lofty deity still looked confused, Kay, with a pounding headache, had no choice but to expose the heart