Guinevere looked at Arthur, who was not tall but stood remarkably straight, as if she had finally understood something.
"The man I married was King Arthur, and I am King Arthur's queen."
She rose too and walked over to Arthur, taking her hand and clasping it tightly.
"No matter whether you're the male Arthur or the Arthur you are now..." She gazed into Arthur's eyes, deep as the universe, and spoke earnestly.
"My queen..." Arthur's body trembled, and he gave Guinevere a relieved smile.
"Then, it's late, my king. Please, go to bed..." An unnatural flush spread across Guinevere's face.
Arthur blinked. "Huh?"
Guinevere had opened the door to a whole new world. She took Arthur's hand and led her straight back to the bed.
"Wait, my queen, wait!... Mmph!..."
After saying goodbye to Tristan, Merlin and Anno returned to Camelot together.
They were about the same height, but one was lean while the other was burly.
"Come to think of it, when we first met, I looked much younger than you." Anno stroked his stubbly chin and sized up his friend.
"But I'm the eternally youthful big brother, Merlin, the Magician of Flowers. Of course I look young." Merlin smiled wistfully. "You, on the other hand, were so young and green back then. Now you look much older."
Anno shrugged unconcernedly. "I'm nearly forty, after all. You wouldn't be wrong to say I look old. As long as this body can still fight for the king, I won't stop."
"There's no war going on now. Are you getting used to staying in the Royal Court at Camelot and handling government affairs?"
"Mm, I'm not used to it." Anno rolled his wrist. "But Sir Agravain has been a great help."
"By the way, I heard Agravain's younger brother came