Merlin was a procrastinator today as well.
At the same time, Arthur was in the Tower of White Chalk.
The empty corridors made it easy to move around. It was especially convenient to get things done when there were few people around—particularly the sort of things that could not be seen in public.
Arthur was heading for Morgan le Fay's bedroom.
Although Merlin was a guy who never spoke like a human or did anything human, and his earlier guess had been wrong, he had at least stumbled onto the right answer by accident.
Arthur really did have a connection with Morgan le Fay. He had even resolved to form a deeper relationship with her.
There was no helping it.
Merlin was useless, while Vivian and Scathach could not exert their full strength on the surface of the world because of the concentration of True Aether. Therefore, Morgan le Fay was the best choice.
But...
"I remember what she told me before was... hmm..."
Earlier that day, Morgan had run into Arthur on the road, and the shameless enchantress had uttered the wicked words, "Come find me tonight."
Arthur was certain that if she wanted him to visit her, it was definitely not so he could tuck her blankets in. After all, she was not Little Mo or Gareth.
If only it were really that simple.
After all, Arthur was a pure, kind-hearted good boy. He treated others kindly, enjoyed helping people, and gave generously. He took everything that made people happy seriously. But the problem was not that simple.
"Forget it."
After hesitating for only a few seconds, Arthur made his decision.
"It was not gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting too long."
He strode toward Morgan le Fay's room. Upon arriving, he pushed open the door, and a fragrance like orchids and musk drifted over on the breeze, making Arthur dizzy for half a second.
"Alchemical perfume. The high-end kind. Its purpose goes without saying."
Thinking that, the Evil Dragon Prince walked inside and shut the door behind him.
The room was dimly lit by magical lamps glowing with a faint pinkish-purple light.
That dim, suggestive light focused on one side of the room, on a bed draped in gauze curtains. More precisely, it shone upon a breathtaking beauty dressed scantily, her skin smooth, firm, delicate, and porcelain-like.
That was Morgan le Fay.
After Arthur entered, she smiled happily at him, then slowly raised her beautiful leg as though showing off—or perhaps provoking him.
From top to bottom: translucent nails, tender pink little toes, smooth fair insteps, alluringly curved arches, well-proportioned long legs that were slender without lacking softness, and finally, a full, round, beautiful backside.
The sight of it all made one want to swallow it in a single bite.
Bare feet, huh.
At the end of the day, ice cream might taste good, but it also gave people room to cheat. Those whose feet were not pretty enough could use black stockings or ice cream to enhance themselves and cheat... Only women with the very best natural conditions dared to show off in public, displaying their little feet like Morgan did.
"What a temptress."
Arthur could not help sighing.
The women of the Pendragon family—Mordred and Artoria were both wonderful, but they still seemed a little immature. When it came to the best figure and the most evocative allure, Morgan le Fay was indeed unmatched.
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You Brat, Did You Pocket All the Benefits the Counter Force Gave Me?
"What are you standing there like an idiot for? Come over."
Arthur was obviously not standing there like an idiot, but that did not stop Morgan le Fay from happily fantasizing and even winning herself over in her own mind.
This child has already been completely captivated by me, she thought happily.
He is now at my feet.
He is completely mine.
Artoria, my foolish little sister, this time it is your elder sister's perfect victory.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
And then it would be time to exercise the victor's rights and enjoy the spoils of war.
Though that was not the case at all.
"Stop acting horny."
If he could, Arthur wanted to say that to her.
He wanted to swiftly crush Morgan's delusions and teach her a profound, unforgettable lesson, letting this woman know who was truly the dominant one and who truly controlled the situation.
After all, Artorius was a fair, upright, kind-hearted man. He treated good women gently and properly disciplined bad women. He would not change his attitude toward her just because her bare feet looked good and her little feet were pretty.
A lesson still had to be taught.
He still had to be nasty when necessary.
A promise still had to be kept.
Of course, at the same time, he had to give this woman a little sweetness, a little hope, so she would not become embarrassed and enraged enough to hate him.
Morgan le Fay was not what Arthur wanted. As he had said, she was only so-so. If circumstances had allowed, Arthur could have shown her in minutes just how terrifying the Evil Dragon Prince's diving attack was.
"I came to see you about serious business."
Arthur walked to the bedside and said that to her.
"Sure, serious business~"
"It really is serious business—don't forget your promise to me, Morgan."
Arthur told her solemnly, "I need you to come somewhere with me right now. You know about the Holy Grail, right? My plan needs its energy—not for you to use the Holy Grail directly. We only need to extract part of the Holy Grail's energy and store it.
"You can do that, right? Tell me you can, right?"
"..."
Artorius simply laid out his purpose directly, lest Morgan start making more wild associations in the direction of horny stuff.
He said everything in one breath, his expression, demeanor, and tone all utterly serious, making Morgan understand that he meant it.
So.
Morgan le Fay: "..."
Camelot's enchantress widened her eyes and stared at Arthur in disbelief, as if she were saying, I've already taken my pants off, and you're pulling this on me?!
"..."
Arthur was helpless.
Arthur did not want this either.
But Arthur had no choice.
He took a small step forward and leaned close to Morgan's ear.
"Don't worry."
The handsome young man spoke beside Morgan le Fay's ear in a magnetic voice.
"Once this is over, I will give you the compensation you want."
The warm breath made half of Morgan's body go weak.
That, too, was a helpless measure.
More than ten minutes later.
"So this is the Holy Grail, huh... Hmph..."
At the camp by the River Seine, the Knights of the Round Table immediately grew vigilant when they saw that Arthur had actually brought Morgan le Fay. Merlin, on the other hand, wore a delighted smile, as though he were pleased that his prophecy had come true... Come to think of it, your clairvoyance really was just for decoration, wasn't it?
"Hmph."
Even if Morgan was low-tier, had negative leadership, and was responsible for providing Father King with leadership buffs, she was still a member of the Pendragon family. Seeing the Knights of the Round Table draw their swords and raise their spears, watching her warily, Morgan le Fay remained entirely calm. She merely snorted and looked down at them with disdain.
She was someone with a strong sense of class distinctions. She had never considered becoming friendly with the Knights of the Round Table.
By status, she was a Princess, while these people were knights serving her family. They were completely unqualified to be mentioned in the same breath as her, all right?
Seeing that Morgan was not very cooperative and did not intend to speak, Arthur could only step forward himself.
"Don't worry. Lady Morgan is here to help us."
Hearing Arthur say that, both Morgan and the Knights of the Round Table were dissatisfied.
The former disliked the way Arthur addressed her. The latter were shocked and baffled. How had he brought an evil villain like Morgan le Fay here?
"Rest assured, everything is under my control. Right, Lady Morgan?"
Arthur could naturally see the Knights of the Round Table's concerns. So as he spoke, he looked toward Morgan le Fay.
"..."
"Hmph."
Morgan snorted again. She did not answer Arthur directly, but her meaning was clear: yes. She accepted Arthur's statement.
That let the Knights of the Round Table breathe a sigh of relief, though they were still confused.
Even the strongest Knights of the Round Table did not want to provoke a big shot like Morgan too much. After all, mages and knights existed on entirely different levels.
As for their confusion...
"Your Highness, just how did you manage it? How did you make someone like Morgan le Fay obey your every word?"
None of the other Knights of the Round Table could understand it no matter how hard they thought. Sir Bos, however, quietly joined Merlin in pointing at Arthur and whispering among themselves. The air was full of cheerful vibes—and killing intent from Arthur and Morgan le Fay.
"Ahem."
Unlike someone as shameless as Merlin, Sir Bos immediately put on an honest smile after being glared at. He pretended to be a simple, honest man and gestured to Arthur, as though saying, "After you."
He was very confident—supremely confident.
In fact, the other Knights of the Round Table were the same.
None of them believed Morgan could lift the Holy Grail. So let her try. If they even glanced at her twice, they would consider themselves losers.
What they did not realize was that Arthur had not called Morgan over because he coveted the Holy Grail itself. He only wanted to take a little advantage of it.
But...
"Go on, Lady Morgan."
Arthur called Morgan that, and she snorted before taking one step, then two, then three—then, under Arthur's puzzled gaze, she reached out and grabbed for the Holy Grail.
As a member of the Pendragon family, Morgan le Fay loved nothing more than telling self-righteous people "no." Showing off and slapping faces was a required course for a Princess.
Didn't you say I couldn't lift the Holy Grail?
Fine, then I will lift this Holy Grail today!
Then she failed to lift it.
"..."
Morgan le Fay fell silent for several seconds, then continued trying.
She planted her feet firmly, rooted herself like an old tree, spun her magnetic field at 990,000 horsepower, and unleashed all her boundless martial prowess. Like Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow tree, she even used the strength she had imagined using to do 〇〇〇 with Arthur—yet she still could not lift it.
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