Although Arthur's analysis of the dream had actually already reached over 50%, he still put on a surprised expression and said to Sister Maeve, "That won't do. I have to go back, I mean..."
"Don't worry too much, boy. I'll help you think of a solution."
"In that case, thank you so much, um..."
"My name is Maeve~"
"Okay, Sister Maeve~"
Hearing the beautiful young man sweetly and softly call her name, Maeve felt incredibly happy. So, she moved on to the next step of her plan.
"Before that, get a little rest, boy."
As she spoke, she took out a wine flask that gave off a cloyingly sweet fragrance. "Would you like some of this mead?"
She looked at Arthur expectantly, imagining the delightful developments to come—drinking—then entering a blissed-out state—then this and that, until she devoured him cleanly, hehehehe...
However, things did not develop as she had hoped.
Arthur did not agree. He did not even continue pretending to be innocent, instead looking at her with an odd gaze.
That look seemed to say, That's it?
Author's Note:
Maeve's seduction skills actually aren't that impressive. Other than having good hardware, she relies on aphrodisiacs. She's a trashy woman too.
I looked at everyone's choices and comments, and thought it over myself.
I still think "working hard to update on Hedgehog Cat" hurts "Yuewen" more.
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Furious Rebuke of a Trashy Woman
With the magical aptitude that would one day let him become a Caster, Arthur immediately identified the ingredients and effects of the "mead" Sister Maeve had produced. His gaze toward her instantly darkened a little.
Arthur knew she was Maeve and knew of her exploits. The reason he was still willing to get tangled up with her under such strange circumstances, aside from coveting her body, was to exchange techniques.
Maeve relied on her charm to toy with men and achieve success. Arthur was the opposite.
In a sense, they were colleagues.
So wasn't it perfectly normal to pick up some techniques from a colleague?
Arthur wanted to see exactly how Maeve seduced men. How she tempted them, how she used words, abilities, and schemes to make men serve her.
All of that could be incorporated into his own skillset. When he woke up the next day, he could make Little Mo happy too. She would not need to worry or work hard; the moment she opened her eyes, she could enjoy the finished product. What good fortune.
Even at a time like this, I haven't forgotten my little sister. I really am a good big brother.
Arthur was quite pleased with himself.
However.
What was the result?
That's it?
What happened to the techniques?
What happened to the rhetoric, schemes, and emotions?
She had actually gone straight for aphrodisiacs?
That was it?
This woman really was...
"What trash."
Arthur's expression turned dark.
As Maeve made surprised, questioning noises of "Eh? Eh?", he stood up and looked at her as though she were garbage.
"I thought that, as a legendary queen, you would surely have some grand wisdom to offer when I came before you. I never expected you to bring out something so crude!"
Maeve: "?!?!"
She did not know why, but after Arthur spoke those righteous words, Maeve felt terribly guilty. She even had the feeling that she would eventually die of a heart attack after coughing up three liters of blood.
That guilty feeling only grew stronger with Arthur's next words.
"The Age of Gods declines, and Gaia brings disaster. Thus the German tribes rise one after another, seizing Rome and brutalizing all living things. Therefore, in the Senate, rotten wood holds office; within the temples, beasts feast on stipends... All right, none of that seems to have anything to do with you."
Maeve: "Then why the hell did you bring it u—"
"—Silence! How dare a lewd bitch yelp and bark here!"
Arthur continued righteously.
"I have long heard of your life. You are the Queen of Connacht, known as the amorous maiden and the eternal lady. When a bishonen like me comes before you, you should have treated me gently. Beneath the flowers and moon, we should have confessed our feelings, whispered sweet nothings, and been affectionate..."
Maeve: "Isn't that too much trouble...? Why not skip the steps and go straight to home base..."
"—Shut up!"
Hearing this trashy woman say that, Arthur's dissatisfaction only intensified.
"You should have lent me a hand. Yet instead, you used aphrodisiacs with wicked intentions! Your sins are grave, intolerable to heaven and earth!"
Maeve: "Is it really that serious...?"
He directly ignored her small protest and continued his concluding remarks to Maeve in a righteous tone.
"Green tea queen, pink-haired bitch! You have already fled far into the Inner Sea of Stars, so what face do you have left to seduce me?! I have never seen anyone so shameless!!!"
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving the badly shocked Maeve standing there in a daze.
By the time she came back to herself and realized Arthur had played her—he had cursed her out and then run away—Arthur had already vanished without a trace.
"So..."
She stared blankly for a while longer, mulling over the matter—
"So that child saw through me... and then rejected me...?"
"No, that's not right. He even toyed with me!"
"He wasn't bewitched by my charm at all! On the contrary, he looked down on me and thought I was an idiot!"
"Ah, aaah! I was humiliated by that little bastard!"
"That little bastard, he, he, he... actually didn't want to 〇 me!!!"
Maeve was so furious she nearly went mad. From the look of her, it was as though Arthur were the one who had committed an unforgivable crime.
If Arthur appeared before her right then, she would definitely use her own "methods" to teach Arthur a proper "lesson."
"Bastard, bastard, Artorius, was it?! I'll remember you! I'll get revenge!"
"I absolutely, absolutely have to make him mine!"
At the same time.
Having left the spring where Maeve was bathing, Arthur continued onward, feeling somewhat regretful.
If Maeve heard his current muttering, she would not need to be so angry. Her charm still worked on Arthur.
It just was not as effective as she thought.
"Ah, ah."
"If I'd known, I shouldn't have left so decisively."
"Even if I couldn't learn any seduction tricks, I could still fuck her for free. What would have been so bad about that? Really... It's not like I'd have to take responsibility."
"Ah, ah, I regret it, I regret it. Is it still too late to turn back now?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Arthur ultimately decided to forget it.
Losing that much face just for a free Dragon Lance containment device was still a bad deal.
"Besides, that woman probably hates me now. If she gets the chance, she'll likely make trouble for me... But whatever. She's trapped in the Inner Sea of Stars, and she isn't a god. She'll probably die in another two years and then head for the Throne of Heroes. It won't be that easy for us to meet again."
With that thought, Arthur put the matter of Maeve behind him and began thinking about something else.
—The place he was currently in really was a dream. But it was not the carriage leading to Avalon.
"Did the situation change because I'm in Ireland?"
Arthur thought, So it connected to a corner of the Inner Sea of Stars related to Ireland. In other words, the Holy Spring where Maeve is?
"If that's the case..."
Arthur thought of a possibility.
"If so, could I also use this method to reach the legendary Shadow Country?"
"Hmm... Maybe I can give it a try?"
Arthur made up his mind. In his head, he thought, Shadow Country, Shadow Country, Shadow Country...
Then he walked forward.
But nothing happened.
"Was I wrong?"
After thinking for a while, he decided to try another method.
Purple Old Woman, Purple Old Woman, Purple Old Woman.
As he thought that, he continued forward. He felt that this would definitely get him beaten up by a certain Purple Old Woman, but no matter what, his mission of finding the Shadow Country would be complete.
I really am a genius.
Thinking happily and walking happily, Arthur gradually began hearing Little Mo's voice by his ear.
"Big brother, big brother, big brother..."
The voice grew clearer and clearer.
"Don't make trouble, Little Mo. Your big brother is doing something important..."
After replying like that, Artorius woke up.
Author's Note:
Updated, la la la.
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The Future of the Celts
He was still lying on his bed in the marching tent. Mordred was beside him.
Although Mordred could no longer share a tent with Arthur after revealing her identity as a Himekishi, there was no problem with her quietly sneaking in during the middle of the night.
Every morning, Arthur's wake-up service was also one of Little Mo's happiest moments, second only to sparring and practicing swordsmanship during the day, and practicing swordsmanship and sparring at night.
But today, Little Mo sensed that something was wrong.
Arthur still had not woken up.
Feeling somewhat worried, she could only wake him by physical means. Of course, that was after magical methods had failed to produce any effect.
"Mordred..."
Arthur woke up.
"Sorry, big brother. But if you don't get up soon, everyone else will be awake."
As Little Mo spoke, she turned around. "I'm going back first. Hurry up too, big brother."
After saying that, Little Mo silently turned and left, leaving Arthur alone.
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