Morgan: Damn that village girl Artoria Caster! You're trying to steal my king-consort?! 1W2

Chen Li raised both hands in surrender and explained at a rapid-fire pace.

"None of that matters! What matters is, Master, what happened to your sense of chastity?! Wake up, you're only seventeen! It hasn't even been a month since you formed a contract with me!"

"At this rate, you'll cheat with two Morgans in two months! Four Morgans in three months! Eight Morgans in four months! In the end, you'll become Oberon—the White Dragon, Despicable King Vortigern!"

"As Britain's Red Dragon, I might really have to defeat you!"

Black Saber rudely cut off Chen Li's explanation. She abruptly raised her hand, and the pitch-black Excalibur, howling through the air, came to rest steadily against Chen Li's neck.

—The exact same spot where Morgan had held her blade just moments ago.

"How could there be that many Morgans? That's way too exaggerated..." Chen Li retorted weakly and could only turn pleading eyes toward Cyrene beside him.

However, Cyrene immediately clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head up toward the burning Fuyuki River in the distance.

What a fire. Better than the Fuyuki fire!

Chen Li promptly shifted his gaze again, looking at Algeal.

Feeling her lord's plea for help, Algeal directly closed her eyes and covered her ears with both hands.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, Algeal activated her petrification authority—Algeal had petrified her own ears deaf!

Chen Li looked at Artoria—Blue Saber—with his last sliver of hope, but Blue Saber merely stared silently at the Grand Command Seal on Morgan's hand, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

Clearly, though the two Sabers had different attributes, they stood firmly on the same front when it came to dealing with Morgan.

"Fine, fine... I'll try to persuade Morgan to surrender. If necessary, I'll take some... coercive measures."

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