Other than "girl," Arthur could make out nothing.
There were two possibilities.
The first was that this girl's feminine power was simply too overwhelming. Her very profession and defining trait might have been "female." Or rather, "female sex."
The other possibility was that this girl possessed extremely powerful Magic Resistance, or was exceptionally skilled in magecraft. That was why she had hidden her traits.
No matter which it was, she was no pushover.
Arthur thought to himself, then asked the beautiful girl across from him, "Big sister, are you a Fairy?"
As he spoke, Arthur adjusted himself into the image of an adorable, innocent bishonen untouched by the world. It was a natural protective coloration he used around unfamiliar older sisters.
His question about whether she was a "Fairy" was also a test.
Whether in Avalon or Britannia, Arthur had seen many Fairies. Some were as tiny as butterflies. Some were a little larger, about the size of figurines. The strongest Fairies probably had the build of legally grown little girls. Big-sister-type Fairies like Vivian were exceedingly rare.
Arthur had not seen many of them so far.
"A Fairy? No, I'm not."
The other woman smiled gently as she answered Arthur.
"Then... other than Fairies, are there other beings in Avalon? Succubi?" Arthur proposed another possibility.
"No."
Still smiling, she gradually approached Arthur amid the sound of flowing water.
"Big sister may have been told by many people that she has beauty like a goddess, but big sister is truly human."
As she moved forward, more of her figure came into view. That natural, exquisite beauty struck Arthur with no small impact.
This woman really is a fairy.
Of course, this fairy was not that Fairy. Everyone understood that, right?
As he thought this, the pink-haired female fairy cheerfully stepped ashore. She was already very close to Arthur.
At this distance, Arthur naturally had to continue maintaining the image of a pure young man. Though inwardly he wanted nothing more than to pin this older sister to the ground and berate her for being shamelessly promiscuous, in action, he merely turned his head aside, his face flushed as though he wanted to look but did not dare.
This attitude delighted the pink-haired female fairy.
"Little brother~" She deliberately put on a sad expression and said to Arthur, "Don't you like big sister? Is big sister not pretty?"
"P-Pretty."
Pure · introverted · shy good boy Artorius answered bashfully, "I've never seen a girl as pretty as you, big sister."
That was a lie. By Arthur's standards, this woman was indeed exceptional. But she did not surpass the women in his household.
And by now, Arthur had already made a bold guess. He had figured out this woman's identity.
"If that's the case, why don't you look at big sister some more~?"
"Because that would be wrong."
This time, Arthur spoke with utmost righteousness. "As a knight, I cannot treat a woman so rudely."
If Arthur had been twelve, he could have answered, "Because Mother said it would be wrong." That would have further highlighted his cuteness. But for sixteen-year-old Arthur to say that would have felt too forced.
So he used this righteous line instead.
"I see. What an adorable little knight."
"I'm not little. I'm already sixteen."
When answering this question, Arthur also displayed the particular stubbornness and insistence common among males his age. As he spoke, he unconsciously opened his eyes and looked at her. His large eyes widened, then he immediately turned away even faster. "P-Please put on your clothes before we continue talking."
"Mhm, mhm, yes, you're not a child anymore~"
The pink-haired older sister laughed happily. "So don't worry, I've already put on my clothes. Please open your eyes and look at me properly, adorable boy~"
"I see."
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, then opened his eyes.
Yes, indeed, she had "properly" put on clothes.
Fluffy white clothing, boots, a white crown, and a white swimsuit-like outfit with an extremely high degree of exposure—less clothing than seductive lingerie.
As expected of this moon world. Though it was clearly the Middle Ages, it had such "modern" attire. It was simply...
"Ahhh!"
After pretending to be stunned for quite some time, Arthur frantically shut his eyes again. He waved both hands wildly before him as if trying to swat something away.
"What is this? What is this?!"
As Artorius Pendragon shouted, the Evil Dragon Prince and great Germanic Warlord felt his hands seize two soft, fluffy marshmallows.
"Mmmh~"
Then came the older sister's delighted moan. Amid that pleased sound, her favorability toward Arthur rose sharply once more.
—Of course, this too was within Arthur's calculations.
Heroic Spirit Arthur gained the C-rank skill Discernment Eye (Female): able to see through the basic information of most girls.
Author's Note:
Today's first update. It's the last day of the May Day holiday. Did everyone spend it well?
Did you visit any interesting places?
Did you get lovey-dovey with your beloved girlfriend?
Did you go out and have fun with good friends?
Did you do anything meaningful?
Don't waste your youth, everyone.
Also, I deleted all the comments about balance. If they kept increasing, they would pollute the review section. I hope everyone understands.
Maeve: I'm So Lucky, He's a Pink Pretty Boy
Maeve.
Queen Maeve.
The Queen of Connacht in Ireland felt as if she had found a treasure.
Ah, calling herself the "Queen of Connacht" was already a thing of the past.
It had probably been quite a long time. In any case, like anyone who had left enough of a mark in the Age of Gods, possessed enough strength, and did not want to die, she had come to the Inner Sea of Stars, this unbearably boring place.
Maeve felt so miserable she was nearly going mad. If this boredom continued any longer, she might as well kill herself.
Though after suicide, she would be unable to continue doing "this and that" upon reaching the Throne of Heroes. After all, under the Counter Force's control, the Heroic Spirits on the Throne of Heroes were rather dull too.
But at least she could feel something.
Men from all ages—past, present, and future—were all on the Throne of Heroes, weren't they?
Just thinking about it made her happy.
Thus, Maeve had already decided that if she remained bored for a few more years, she would kill herself.
Of course, her current gloomy urge to die had vanished.
Because she had encountered a bishonen.
An exceptionally pure bishonen.
A "Prince" perfectly suited to her girlish dreamlike pink.
He had beautiful golden hair, lovely frost-silver armor, and innocent, spirited azure eyes.
He was the prettiest, cutest, and most handsome boy she had ever seen.
"Ah, the gods heard my prayers and sent this child to my side? Hehehehe~"
Maeve no longer wanted to die at all.
Now, all Maeve wanted was to be lovey-dovey with this pure child and make him hers.
Thinking this, with "love" already beginning and her heart rippling with delight, Her Majesty the Queen decisively pinned Artorius beneath her.
She could sense that this child was very strong. He was no inferior to any great hero she had ever seen. Even compared to that "man," he was not inferior in the slightest—perhaps even greater.
But because she was an adorable, soft pink older sister, and because at close range he had smelled her soft, fluffy scent, the boy did not want to hurt her. So he did not use force and simply let her suppress him.
Arthur: "Hehe."
Pleased with herself, Maeve happily enjoyed the boy's weak protests of "Let me go..." She felt as though she was about to climax.
What an incredible child.
While pretending to be shy, Arthur did not forget to adjust his demeanor. He played the sort of person who "held firmly to his beliefs, but was not without desire."
His earlier protests, closed eyes, and blushing had all been part of the performance. His currently raised knight's lance, displayed as a sign of respect, was the same.
After feeling the size of the Dragon Prince's knight's lance, Maeve revealed a delighted expression.
Though inwardly she wanted nothing more than to do this and that to Artorius right now, she truly obediently got off Arthur.
The reason was that Maeve had her own aesthetic principles.
If she forcibly pounced on him now, the adorable boy on the ground would most likely resist only halfheartedly.
But what would that be?
That would be perversion—perverted lustful-woman behavior. It did not suit her aesthetics or her pleasure at all.
No matter what, she would not do something so mood-killing in front of such an adorable boy.
So she would use seduction. She would make this adorable young knight hers in both body and soul. Then she could enjoy him slowly.
The days in the Inner Sea of Stars won't be boring anymore. Hehehe.
She thought happily, I don't know why this child came here to me. But since he has fallen into my hands, he belongs to me.
She had a feeling.
Though she had lost every lover, beloved, husband, fiancé, and the like, as long as this boy Artorius remained by her side, she would be the victor.
A feeling that "this boy is worth more than Cú Chulainn" welled up within her, making her somewhat carried away.
"So, how should I proceed with winning him over?"
While Arthur pretended to be both wary and shy, while also calculating how he should escape, she changed out of her swimsuit-style outfit and into a lovely fur coat. She also casually flicked her little whip, making it snap and crackle.
It still looked somewhat improper, but at least she was clothed.
Seeing this, the "boy" breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to remain calm.
"My name is Artorius Pendragon." He introduced himself first. "I am the heir to the Kingdom of Britannia, as well as the general of the Roman Empire's Germanic War Zone!"
As he spoke, the aura of a general, dictator, and powerful warrior flashed past in an instant, making Maeve's eyes shine.
Powerful men were also a bonus in her eyes.
"Then, big sister, may I ask where this is, and who you are?"
If he was strong, handsome, and pure, then he could not possibly be any better.
Arthur's two special attacks were equally effective against Queen Maeve.
His special attack against older noblewomen, and his special attack against venomous women yearning for love... Perhaps it was precisely because such special attacks existed that Artorius always attracted these "strange women."
"Hehehe." After admiring the bishonen for a while, Maeve happily answered his question. "This is my home, adorable young knight," she said.
"As for how you got here~ I don't know either.
All I know is that ordinary humans cannot reach this place, and once they arrive, they cannot return."
"Huh? I can't go back?!"
"Or rather, it's very difficult to go back."
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