My Mother, King Arthur

Today, Merlin is also a procrastinator.

At the same time, Arthur is in the Tower of White Chalk.

The empty corridors make it easy to move around; it's easier to get things done when there aren't many people. Especially for those shady things.

Arthur is going to Morgan's bedroom.

Merlin, though he doesn't speak human language and doesn't do human things, and his previous guesses were wrong, he did accidentally hit the mark a little bit.

Arthur does have a relationship with Morgan le Fay. He even has the resolve to form a deeper relationship with Morgan.

There's no helping it.

Merlin is useless, and Vivian and Scathach can't exert their full power on the surface world due to the real Aether concentration. Therefore, Morgan le Fay is the best choice.

But...

"I remember, what that guy told me before was... hmm..."

Earlier today, Morgan and Arthur met by chance. The seductive enchantress shamelessly uttered the wicked line: "Come find me tonight."

Arthur confirmed that if she wanted him to find her, it certainly wasn't to tuck her in. After all, she wasn't Little Mo or Gareth.

If only it were that simple.

After all, Arthur is a pure, kind, good child. He is kind to others, helpful, and generous. He takes seriously anything that brings joy. But the problem isn't that simple.

"Forget it."

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Arthur made his decision:

"Keeping a lady waiting is not gentlemanly."

He strode towards Morgan le Fay's room. Upon arrival, he pushed open the door, and a scent like orchids and musk wafted out, making Arthur dizzy for half a second.

"Alchemy spices, the high-class kind. The purpose is self-evident."

The Evil Dragon Prince thought this as he walked in and closed the door.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by magic lamps emitting a faint pinkish-purple glow.

Such dim and ambiguous light focused on one side of the room, on a bed draped with a veil. More precisely, illuminated by the light was a great beauty, dressed scantily, with smooth, firm, delicate skin like porcelain.

That was Morgan le Fay.

After Arthur entered, she smiled happily, looking at him, slowly raising her beautiful leg as if to show off, or perhaps to provoke.

From top to bottom, it was her translucent toenails, her delicate pink toes, her smooth, fair insteps, her alluringly curved arches, her well-proportioned, slender yet shapely legs, and finally, her full, round buttocks.

All of it made one want to devour her whole.

Bare feet.

Ultimately, ice cream is delicious, but it also allows for cheating. Those with less attractive feet can cheat by wearing black stockings or ice cream... Only women with the best conditions dare to show off in front of others, displaying their feet like Morgan.

"What a true Fae,"

Arthur couldn't help but sigh.

The women of the Pendragon family. Mordred and Artoria are both excellent. But they still seem a bit immature. If we're talking about the best figures, the ones that spark the most imagination, it's still Morgan le Fay.

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Chapter 76: You brat, did you skim the benefits the Counter Force gave me?

"What are you standing there foolishly for? Come here."

Arthur wasn't standing foolishly, of course, but that didn't stop Morgan le Fay from happily imagining and even strategizing.

"This child is completely captivated by me," she thought gleefully:

"He's my subordinate now."

"He's completely mine."

"Artoria, my foolish sister, this time, it's my perfect victory."

Hmph hmph hmph hmph.

And then, it was time to exercise the victor's right and enjoy the spoils.

Although, not exactly.

"Stop being so perverted."

If Arthur could, he would say that to her.

To decisively shatter Morgan's delusions and give her a profound and unforgettable lesson, to let this woman know who was the dominant one, who was in control of the situation.

After all, Artorius is a fair, upright, and kind man. He treats good women gently and teaches bad women a lesson. He wouldn't change his attitude towards her just because her bare feet were appealing or her toes were beautiful.

The lesson still needed to be taught.

He was still going to be harsh.

He would keep his promises.

Of course, at the same time, he had to give this woman a little sweetness, a little hope, so that she wouldn't become enraged and hate him.

Morgan le Fay was not what Arthur wanted. As he said before, she was just like that. If the current situation allowed, Arthur would have shown her in an instant how terrifying the Evil Dragon Prince's dive attack was.

"I've come to you for something serious."

Arthur walked to the bedside and said to her.

"Oh, something serious~"

"It's really serious—don't forget your promise to me, Morgan."

Arthur said to her with utmost seriousness, "I need you now, come with me somewhere—you know about the Holy Grail, right? My plan requires its energy—not for you to use the Holy Grail directly. Just draw some of its energy and store it.

You can do it, right? Tell me, you can do it, can't you?"

"..."

Artorius, to prevent Morgan from having any more suggestive thoughts, directly stated his intentions.

He blurted everything out in one breath, his expression, demeanor, and tone all conveying extreme seriousness, making Morgan understand that he was not joking.

So.

Morgan le Fay: "..."

The enchantress of Camelot's eyes widened, and she looked at Arthur with disbelief. It was as if she was saying, I've already taken off my pants, and you're doing this to me?!

"..."

Arthur was helpless.

Arthur didn't want this either.

But Arthur had no choice.

He stepped forward slightly and leaned close to Morgan's ear:

"Don't worry."

The bishonen's magnetic voice echoed by Morgan le Fay's ear.

"After this is over, I will give you the compensation you desire."

The warm breath made Morgan's entire body go soft.

This was also an act of desperation.

More than ten minutes later.

"So this is the Holy Grail, hmph..."

At the campsite by the River Seine, seeing that Arthur had brought Morgan le Fay, the Knights of the Round Table became vigilant. Merlin, on the other hand, wore a delighted smile. He seemed pleased that his prophecy had come true... Speaking of which, was your Clairvoyance just for show?

"Hmph."

No matter how low Morgan's Leadership stat was, or how it was negative and only served to provide a leadership buff to the Father King, she was still a Pendragon. Seeing the Knights of the Round Table draw their swords and spears, their expressions wary, Morgan le Fay remained unhurried. She let out a cold snort and looked at them with a condescending gaze.

She was a person with a strong sense of class. She never considered mingling with the Knights of the Round Table.

By status, she was a princess, and these people were her family's knights; they were completely unqualified to be compared to her.

Seeing that Morgan was not cooperating and did not want to speak, Arthur could only step forward and say:

"Don't worry, Lady Morgan is here to help us."

Hearing Arthur say this, both Morgan and the Knights of the Round Table were displeased.

The former was unhappy with Arthur's address to her, while the latter were surprised and confused. Why had they brought an evil villain like Morgan le Fay?

"Don't worry, everything is under my control, right, Lady Morgan."

Arthur could see the worries of the Knights of the Round Table. So, he said this while looking at Morgan le Fay.

"..."

"Hmph."

Morgan snorted again. She didn't answer Arthur directly, but her meaning was clear: "Yes," she accepted Arthur's statement.

This relieved the Knights of the Round Table, and at the same time, they were somewhat confused.

Even the top Knights of the Round Table didn't want to provoke a powerful figure like Morgan. After all, magicians and knights were on different levels.

As for the confusion...

"Your Highness, how exactly did you manage to make Morgan le Fay obey your every word?"

The other Knights of the Round Table couldn't figure this out no matter how hard they tried. Sir Bos, however, quietly pointed at Arthur with Merlin, the air filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the killing intent between Arthur and Morgan le Fay.

"Cough, um."

Unlike someone as shameless as Merlin, Sir Bos showed a simple and honest smile after being glared at. He disguised himself as an honest man. And he made a gesture to Arthur: "Please."

He was very confident, brimming with self-assurance.

In fact, the other Knights of the Round Table were the same.

No one believed Morgan could lift the Holy Grail. So let her try; we'll eat our words if she succeeds.

However, they didn't expect Arthur had called Morgan over not because he coveted the Holy Grail itself, but merely to gain a small advantage.

It's just that…

"Go ahead, Lady Morgan."

Arthur called out to Morgan. She snorted, took a step, then another, and a third—then, under Arthur's strange gaze, she reached out her hand and cupped the Holy Grail.

As a member of the Pendragon family, Morgan le Fay's favorite thing to do was tell self-important people "no." Showing off and putting others in their place was a mandatory skill for a princess.

You said I couldn't lift the Holy Grail?

Fine, I'll lift this Holy Grail right now!

Then she couldn't lift it.

"..."

Morgan le Fay was silent for a few seconds, then continued to try.

She planted her feet firmly, rooted like an old tree, her magnetic field spinning at 990,000 horsepower. She unleashed her boundless martial arts, like Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow tree. She even used the strength she'd anticipated using with Arthur—and still, she couldn't lift it.

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