Everyone's Thinking About Serious Matters-Only Morgan's Thinking About Lewd Things (Please Vote!) / Artoria, Don't Eat Food That's Been Thrown at You

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Everyone Was Thinking About Serious Matters, While Only Morgan Was Thinking Dirty (Please Vote!)

On the city walls, King Arthur made her decision after a brief moment of thought.

Though it was somewhat improper and beneath the dignity of a monarch, she still decided to personally leave the city and welcome her dearest eldest child.

Yet beside King Arthur, apart from Queen Guinevere and her sister Morgan le Fay, whose intentions were unclear, there was not a single important figure.

At its Peak Period, the Knights of the Round Table had possessed three hundred knights. Now, only twenty remained, along with a small number of guards.

The other knights had either gone throughout Britannia in King Arthur's name to intervene in and maintain the balance between the various regions, or thrown themselves into the search for the Holy Grail.

The Tower of White Chalk seemed somewhat desolate. Even the red dragon banners atop the walls hung limply.

Everything seemed to foretell that Britannia's Pendragon dynasty was about to set like the dying sun.

Thinking of this, Arthur felt weighed down.

"Being the ruler of a fallen nation is not a good title."

Thinking that, he swung down from his horse—

According to diplomatic etiquette, as the supreme commander of the Germans, he should have remained reserved. When facing King Arthur of Britannia, he should have appeared even more arrogant to display the greatness of the Roman Empire.

But Arthur did not care about that sort of thing.

When the gates of the Tower of White Chalk opened wide and the drawbridge was lowered, Arthur eagerly stepped forward as his Father King Artorius I and mother Guinevere emerged together.

"Father King, Mother."

At least at that moment, Arthur was sincere.

He greeted them first, then embraced them and kissed them.

"I missed you both so much."

"..."

Seeing her child, now taller than herself, elegant and handsome, grown into a beautiful young man, Artorius I revealed an emotional expression as well.

At least for that moment, she forgot her fear that Britannia was about to perish. She forgot her immense responsibilities, immense pressure, and immense sense of helplessness. She simply immersed herself in the joy of reuniting with her beloved child.

Like Arthur, she embraced her own child. Feeling the change in their relative heights, Artorius I felt slightly disappointed. Before, she could rest against the top of Arthur's head. Now, she could only lean against his chest.

The Sword of Selection had already broken. Yet the Star Holy Sword, a higher existence than the Sword of Selection, remained in her control. As a result, her body had not continued growing.

She was still the same as when she was fifteen, without the slightest change. In terms of height, Arthur had already surpassed her.

If he keeps growing, then when Arthur hugs me in the future, I probably won't be able to match his height anymore. She lightly kissed Arthur's cheek and could not help thinking so.

"Ahem."

Perhaps feeling that Arthur and his Father King had been embracing for too long, and that the scene was far too warm, a certain Morgan le Fay beside them felt as miserable as if she had swallowed dozens of pounds of high-purity lemons. She could not help coughing lightly, reminding them to mind themselves.

Then she was ignored.

Neither Arthur nor his Father King paid her any attention. They continued enjoying their familial reunion, making up for the longing of two years apart. It made Morgan le Fay feel as if she had drunk a mixed juice of grapes, lemons, oranges, smoked plums, sour pears, and green apples. Her teeth ground together with a creak as the double crown on her head seemed to grow heavier and heavier. The Pendragon father and child were far too dismissive, treating her as if she did not exist.

"These past years must have been hard on you, Father King," Arthur said to Artorius I in a voice full of feeling.

"It has... been hard on you too," his Father King sighed upon hearing that.

Setting aside whether they approved of each other's actions, both knew that the other had suffered over the past two years.

Arthur's suffering was physical. Whether conquering the world or governing it, neither was something that could be accomplished easily.

Though Arthur had strong material desires, he had not fallen into decadence. At least, not yet. He devoted the vast majority of his time to work. He worked eighteen hours a day, trained for five hours, and rested for one hour... Fortunately, he was a dragon and could live like that. Otherwise, he would have died from overwork long ago.

Father King was different. Father King was mentally exhausted.

With Britannia fragmented, and no war or outside pressure, there were few areas where the various kingdoms would allow Artorius I to intervene. Camelot was merely a small kingdom. Its methods and means of administration were extremely crude. Father King did not have much daily government work to handle.

But the pressure was immense.

Britannia's rise and fall rested upon her shoulders. In a chaotic world without hope, one could imagine the pressure she had to endure.

What saddened Arthur somewhat was that, aside from the original story, he had also become one of Father King's sources of pressure.

Whenever Arthur created a "glorious war" somewhere in Europe, Artoria would feel that it was her responsibility.

"Fortunately, everything can still be saved."

Looking at her beloved child, who gazed at her with deep respect and affection, she thought this to herself.

Though many things had changed, Arthur's love for her had not. That gave Artoria the illusion that she could persuade Arthur to turn back.

"Unfortunately, all of this still has to continue."

Looking at his Father King, who gazed at him with boundless affection, Arthur sighed inwardly.

His Father King was still the same as ever, an innocent and lovable person. He did not know whether her upbringing and way of thinking had imprisoned her mind, or whether, on the day she drew the Sword of Selection, her mind had stopped growing alongside her body.

In any case, this person had not changed at all...

Before reality, a shadow appeared over the warm scene of the father and child's reunion.

Apart from the people involved, no one else sensed it.

Guinevere merely watched from the side with relief. Morgan le Fay, on the other side, gritted her teeth as she enjoyed the pleasure of a double palace.

If Arthur knew what she was thinking, he would definitely look down on her.

After all, everyone else was thinking about serious matters, while she alone was thinking dirty thoughts.

Under such circumstances, it would not be wrong to say that Morgan le Fay was trash.

After all, she was the sort of person who could misunderstand anything and turn it into something dirty.

The Pendragon family had such thoughts. The knights all had their own thoughts as well.

Behind Arthur, Wolf Girl Gareth was simply moved by the affection between father and child. Little Mo was somewhat envious, while Galahad, the sensitive young man, vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Can the rift between His Highness and Her Majesty truly not be erased?"

His mood grew increasingly heavy.

Author's Note:

A new day.

Over the past two days, there have been some new confirmed COVID cases around the country again. Looks like there is no way around it until the whole world is over it.

And the weather has gotten hot again. Everyone, take care to avoid heatstroke.

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Artoria Refuses Food Given in Contempt

Camelot's reunion dinner was rather unremarkable.

Even though it was meant to welcome Arthur back to the palace, Father King could not produce anything decent to entertain distinguished guests.

At the Tower of White Chalk, the only thing available in unlimited supply was magically created Black Bread, which had no virtue whatsoever besides being plentiful and filling.

It was hard as stone, dry, and so coarse that it scratched one's throat. One could not help worrying whether eating too much of it would cause esophageal cancer.

Aside from Father King, nobody in the world liked eating it. Arthur had even once heard Father King say, "Honestly, after eating too much of this stuff, I'm getting a little tired of it too."

Upon hearing that, Artorius stared at his Father King with an extremely shocked expression, making her feel somewhat embarrassed.

"What? Is there something wrong with Father King having something she does not want to eat?"

She deliberately put on a majestic appearance, wanting to suppress Arthur a little. But Arthur had been too shocked at the time, so it did not work very well.

One could imagine that if you entertained guests with food that even Father King had grown tired of eating, you could just wait for the whole world to cut ties with you.

Fortunately, Father King had a good child.

Arthur had long anticipated this awkward situation. He merely clapped his hands, and the prepared chefs and servants began bringing in dishes one after another, filling the tables at the fastest speed.

There were hearty dishes such as roast suckling pig, whole roast lamb, and stewed beef, as well as next-generation Western delicacies like foie gras, caviar, truffles, and lobster. There were next-generation pastries such as pies, apple pies, cakes, and candies, along with all kinds of juice and wine.

To accommodate everyone's tastes, Arthur even had traditional grand dishes of the era, such as roast swan, roast peacock, and roast dolphin, brought out as well. He made sure to satisfy every guest's needs.

Seeing table after table of feasts fully worthy of a king, Artoria swallowed hard while her expression became increasingly stern. The way she looked at Arthur also became increasingly severe.

"Arthur?!"

"What is it, Father King?" Arthur smiled gently, as though he had not noticed Artoria's anger and dissatisfaction.

"Why—this is far too extravagant!"

The one thing that reassured Arthur was that before saying this, Artoria dragged him into a corner, trying to minimize the impact.

Though in some sense, that was merely drawing attention to it.

The careless people who paid no mind might have missed it. But to more perceptive people, Artoria's actions were even more conspicuous.

For example, Mordred, who had been watching Arthur and Artoria all along. Even with delicious food before her, it did not divert much of her attention.

For example, Galahad, who had just discussed a somewhat excessive topic with Arthur and was feeling uneasy.

And Morgan, and Guinevere...

Fine. Every important person present in Camelot had noticed their conversation.

"This is far too extravagant. Why invest so many resources into holding a banquet?"

"Because it makes everyone happy."

Faced with Father King's righteous question, Artorius answered with a matter-of-fact expression and a matter-of-fact response, leaving Artoria stunned for a moment.

She had not expected Arthur to answer her like that. Before this, whenever she educated her child, he had always looked like he was listening seriously, obedient and sensible—of course, she did not know that all of it had been Arthur's act, intended to lower her guard.

"How could everyone be happy?"

Though she tried hard to suppress her anger, Artoria's voice still rose unconsciously:

"The people are suffering from hunger. Even though we have changed our policies, reclaimed new land, and adopted new agricultural policies and measures, Britannia's food problem still has not been resolved because of the weather.

"When the people cannot even fill their stomachs, we are holding a grand feast, drowning in wine and meat. That is wrong!"

"Father King."

Arthur lowered his voice slightly. "Please calm down. Everyone is watching."

Upon hearing that, King Arthur hurriedly glanced around. Sure enough, because her voice had been too loud, many people were looking over unconsciously.

"Whatever it is, can we discuss it after the banquet is over, Father King?"

Artoria: "..."

Having become the one ruining the mood, she glared at Artorius indignantly. He, meanwhile, wore a gentle and helpless smile, as though soothing a cat whose fur had stood on end.

So in the end: "Fine..."

Artoria still gave in—not gave in, merely compromised for the time being. She was only holding back her temper and anger temporarily, waiting to unleash them after the banquet.

With that thought in mind, she ate desperately again today, stuffing herself without restraint.

Unlike Arthur, a dragon who evenly distributed his "desires," Artoria seemed to have put all her points into "appetite."

While everyone happily enjoyed the rare delicacies Arthur had brought, Artoria desperately ate bread—

The kind mentioned before: rock-hard Black Bread.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it."

The air around her was filled with delicious and sweet scents. Everyone else was happy. Only Artoria was suffering. She looked as though everyone had joined together to bully her.

Everyone noticed this strange sight, and the cheerful atmosphere faded considerably. Many still felt awkward, lowering their voices when they spoke.

"My king."

The one who appeared beside Artoria now and gently tried to persuade her was naturally Queen Guinevere.