Unlike the tense standoff in the wilderness, the newlyweds inside Camelot's Royal Court were still carrying on the awkward atmosphere from earlier that day.
Arthur shook his head, trying to calm down.
Guinevere could tell Arthur seemed to want to say something. She smiled. "My king, what is it you want to say? As your wife, I'll listen carefully."
Arthur froze for a moment and scratched the back of his head, feeling the long-forgotten urge to fiddle with his ahoge.
Arthur pondered what to say, while Guinevere waited quietly beside him with a smile.
Arthur gave a wry laugh and sat down beside Guinevere.
"My queen, what I want to tell you is a truth that will be unbearably cruel to you. Even so, do you still want to know?"
Guinevere took Arthur's hand and kissed the back of it. "I am yours, my king."
Arthur took a deep breath. Under Guinevere's blushing gaze, he took off the formal clothes he wore over his other garments.
What was revealed wasn't a muscular physique, but the truth Arthur had concealed from an entire kingdom.
"This is what I wanted to tell you, my queen, Guinevere." Bandages wrapped around Arthur's chest, concealing the monarch's secret.
Guinevere stared at Arthur, her pupils contracting as an expression of disbelief came over her face.
"King Arthur... is a woman?" she murmured, covering her mouth.
Outside Camelot.
Tristan grabbed Iseult by the shoulders. "Princess, are you trying to bring shame upon my chivalry?"
Iseult sobbed softly. "I just didn't want you to die, Sir Tristan. Please forgive me."
Anno paid no mind to the lovers' quarrel nearby, nor did he regret failing to kill Tristan. Instead, he looked toward someone who shouldn't have been there.
"Merlin, what are you doing here?" Anno asked, his tone fairly