Morgan's Brain Is Trembling / You and Merlin Together Are a Terrible Influence on Morals...

And as a feudal noble, you naturally understood this custom perfectly. Bathing together always meant something was going to happen.

Morgan entered the bath with you, half willing and half reluctant.

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Morgan had no way to defy King Uther's orders. Even though she resisted, she could only comply with your demands. Under the dual stimulation of body and mind, Morgan went from somewhat resistant to half willing and half reluctant.

Talent: Unyielding Bravery activated.

Bai Ming: Wait? Unyielding Bravery activates now? What are we even fighting?! Don't just activate talents randomly!

Even though Morgan had begun to yield, she still resisted when you were about to break through her final line of defense.

However, you quickly tamed Morgan as though taming a fierce horse.

You learned a skill.

Bai Ming: Fuck, is she some wild mare or what?!

After her defenses were breached, Morgan's attitude toward you went from complicated to extremely complicated. Morgan began actively seeking pleasure from you.

Day after day passed, and day after day, you and Morgan indulged in pleasure.

You heard that King Uther had elevated Igraine to queen, and Igraine's belly grew larger by the day.

You went to King Uther's court and formally met Merlin for the first time.

"First meeting, the renowned Earl Joslin Brando, the court's foremost knight."

The white-haired man in white robes, holding a staff, greeted Bai Ming. Bai Ming replied, "First meeting, the renowned great sage and Court Mage, Merlin."

The two exchanged awkward pleasantries with fake smiles.

Merlin said, "Your feat of charging alone into Tintagel Castle is admirable. I imagine our king must value you greatly, or he would not have betrothed Morgan le Fay to you."

Bai Ming replied, "Not as lethal as Archmage Merlin's high-level prophecy that she would surely become pregnant tonight."

Ascended prophecies could sometimes be more terrifying than curses.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze.

Merlin gave a hollow laugh and shifted the topic to King Uther's child.

"I heard our king intends to entrust his child to you for training."

"So what if he does?"

"According to my plan, the king's child should have been entirely raised and taught by me. Still, if you wish to teach the child, then do so. But in matters of magecraft, I imagine you cannot handle it, Joslin. Could you let me teach the child?"

Bai Ming merely wondered whether he could punch this bastard in the face right now. After thinking it over, he gave up. At the very least, he should wait until his king was dead before beating up this smug-looking bastard.

You memorized Merlin's appearance.

You agreed to Merlin's request, then entered the court alongside him.

"My knight, my Magus!"

Upon seeing them, King Uther said, "No need for ceremony. Igraine was originally the wife of a defeated man, and making her queen has already drawn much discontent. Yet I wish for my child to inherit the throne smoothly. Do you have any ideas?"

"My king!"

Merlin said, "Sir Ector, whom I know, is a sincere and dependable man. He possesses estates throughout England and Wales, and he greatly respects you. You may ask him to raise your child. Once the child grows up, the child can return to court and inherit the throne."

Bai Ming said, "My king, do not have the child baptized immediately after birth. That could leak the news. The child should be handed over to Sir Ector before being baptized."

King Uther nodded. "Then I shall leave everything to your arrangements."

You felt Merlin was plotting something, but you did not care.

Every day, aside from drilling troops, you stayed glued to Morgan and explored the flexibility of the human body. Morgan's desire was immense, and you happened to be able to satisfy it.

Morgan's favorability rose.

Morgan's attitude toward you changed from extremely complicated to love and hate.

Hatred and favorability could not cancel each other out. However, Morgan considered that you had only fought for your liege, so she redirected most of her hatred toward King Uther.

Morgan told you that the two of you should go to a monastery to learn something. You went with Morgan to the monastery. After hearing of it, Merlin came to stop you and said that if you wanted to learn magecraft, you could study with him, and he would teach you without reservation.

You casually learned some flower-blooming magecraft from Merlin. Most of your attention remained on Morgan, who was studying magecraft at the monastery, and you followed Morgan in learning magecraft.

In truth, you did not love Morgan all that much. You simply could not forget how, long ago, Morgan had firmly declared that she would take revenge on you. You were merely keeping an eye on her.

Of course, you did not know that Morgan no longer intended to take revenge on you, just as Morgan did not know that you were actually monitoring her.

Time passed. Queen Igraine finally gave birth, and you and Merlin delivered the child, wrapped in a gold-threaded swaddling cloth, into Sir Ector's care.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, two years went by. King Uther fell seriously ill, enemies invaded from the north, and Merlin advised King Uther to personally lead the campaign despite his illness. You finally found an excuse to beat Merlin senseless.

Morgan's favorability toward you greatly increased, but you still remained wary of her.

Afterward, you headed north with Sir Ywain and Sir Blastes. Before setting out, Morgan could not resist your insistence and was brought onto the battlefield by you.

You encountered a massive enemy force at St. Albans.

Talent: Unyielding Bravery activated.

You led a fearless force of heavily armored cavalry in a slaughterous charge through the enemy ranks, while Eufis and Brastias struggled desperately and had already been driven into a last stand.

After you left, Merlin still goaded King Uther into personally going to the battlefield.

Once King Uther arrived on the battlefield and personally commanded the forces of Eufis and Brastias, their front stabilized.

The northern army's lines began to collapse.

You achieved a resounding victory.

But after King Uther returned, his illness worsened further, to the point where he could not even speak. For several days straight, Merlin avoided you, but with Morgan's deliberate assistance, you caught Merlin every time and beat him viciously.

You beat Merlin three times. Merlin swore in God's name that this had nothing to do with him; it was simply King Uther's fate.

You stopped beating Merlin, but Merlin did not know that. He still went out of his way to avoid you.

The ministers decided to ask the great sage Merlin for advice. Thus, Merlin had no choice but to cast an illusion over his bruised and swollen face and enter the court, risking another beating from you.

With Merlin's help, King Uther clearly spoke his final words, then died.

King Uther did not wish for his child to obtain the throne through his protection. He hoped the child could win it openly and admirably. Until then, you would oversee all authority in the Kingdom of Camelot.

You began endlessly wrangling with every powerful lord, while Merlin quietly hinted that you could begin teaching King Uther's child.

After considering it carefully, you decided to have Morgan teach King Uther's child alongside you. You thought it would surely be interesting.

Morgan's brain trembled. She had no idea what was going through your head for you to ask her to teach the younger sister who shared her mother but not her father.

You and Merlin Together Were Simply Ruining Children Morally

"I've already shown you plenty of respect by not killing her. Now you want me to teach her? Are you serious?"

Morgan was extremely agitated, but Bai Ming answered with certainty, "Yes, Morgan. I want you to teach her magecraft. At the very least, Merlin cannot be allowed to teach her alone. But NIIT knows me well—I am not skilled at magecraft."

"A reason. I need a reason."

After thinking for a moment, Bai Ming said, "Merlin's original plan was to turn King Uther into Duke Tintagel and have him sleep with your mother, then arrange for your father to die in humiliation. So you should thank me. I let your biological father die on the battlefield like a warrior."

To Morgan, those words were shameless beyond measure. Yet she could not deny them at all. Morgan agreed to your request and promised that she would teach King Uther's child when the time was right.

As King Uther's child—a girl baptized and named Arthur by a priest, whose true name was Artoria—grew up, you became irritated by the wolf-like greed of Camelot's nobles.

After discussing it with your close friend Eufis, you prepared to act against those nobles.

During this period, Morgan, with whom you had been continuously engaging in deep exchanges, became pregnant.

This was beyond your expectations. Unable to make sense of it, you ran near Sir Ector's home and beat Merlin up.

However, Merlin was innocent. Morgan had cast a prophecy upon herself.

Still, you felt you had not beaten Merlin for nothing, because he truly was skilled at mocking others. Under Merlin's taunts, you grew even more determined to thoroughly deal with those nobles.

When Artoria was four years old, the second year after King Uther's death, you mobilized troops and purged a powerful lord within the Kingdom of Camelot.

Talent Stele Shift activated.

To eliminate all future trouble, you not only killed that lord but slaughtered all of his descendants, confiscated all his property, reclaimed his territory for the kingdom, and, to prevent any ill-intentioned Magus from doing something to their corpses, burned the cemetery where that lord's family was buried to ashes.

Many nobles began denouncing you. They even manipulated public opinion to attack you. Even Morgan thought you were somewhat cruel, but you believed it was a necessary sacrifice.

Not long after, all the denouncing nobles suddenly fell silent, because you spread word that eliminating reactionary forces required no evidence, only a position. Whoever stirred up unrest was colluding with the enemy. Though the nobles did not know who this enemy you spoke of was, none wished to be the first to stand out.

Compared to King Uther, who would listen to reason and merely punish them as a warning, you would truly kill them by any means if you disliked a word they said. They did not want to suddenly lose their lives in their sleep.

Time passed, and Morgan gave birth to your child.

A hermit possessing miraculous power came to your door and personally blessed your and Morgan's child. A priest named the child Gawain, his full name Gawain Jo Brando.

Bai Ming: Wait, why isn't he called Bai Wen?

Because you wanted to call him JoJo, he was not named Bai Wen. Instead, you chose the surname of this identity of yours.

When Gawain was born, he received the Sun's blessing and inherited your talent, Unyielding Bravery. He was a lively child.

You did not intend to train Gawain personally. Instead, you chose a gentlemanly knight renowned throughout the Kingdom of Camelot to train him. Morgan felt your thinking was rather abnormal. In battlefield tactics and martial prowess, almost no one in Camelot was your equal, yet you wanted to hand Gawain over to someone else for training.

When Artoria was six, you formally began training Artoria as a warrior. You gave Artoria an intense training regimen. Fortunately, as a descendant of the Red Dragon, Artoria's body was unexpectedly strong and powerful. Determined not to disappoint your expectations, she gritted her teeth and endured it all.

Artoria trained with you during the day and trained with Merlin in her dreams at night. She had very little time to rest, which troubled her slightly. Thus, Artoria received a week of rest. During that week, you dragged Morgan along and beat Merlin viciously, leaving him temporarily unable to harm respectable women. Artoria was able to rest well every night.

Merlin's magecraft lessons were moved to the daytime, when Artoria was not receiving knightly training. Morgan also joined in teaching Artoria, though Morgan taught her little regarding magecraft. Most of what she taught was court etiquette.

You had to admire Merlin's good temper. Even after you beat him like that, he could still come over with a grin and chat with you while acting like a smug bastard.

Even after being beaten up, Merlin was still grinning. "Sir Joslin, it seems you truly value the king's child. Could it be that, while acting as regent, you have never entertained the thought of taking the throne for yourself?"

"Hah... up earlier than a chicken, asleep later than a dog. Merlin, do you enjoy being abused?"

Bai Ming dearly missed the days when King Uther was alive. Back then, your life had been easy—drilling knights, training, sleeping with Morgan, and fighting wherever King Uther pointed. You did not have to carry an entire kingdom on your shoulders as you did now.

Not to mention that the end of the Little Ice Age, the imminent end of Britain's Age of Gods, and the Red Dragon representing the Welsh defeating the White Dragon representing the Saxons had all converged at once.

"Mm... some people really do enjoy the feeling of being humiliated and abused..."

"If you teach Lily any of the filthy nonsense in that head of yours, I guarantee that thing of yours will be separated from you forever."

"How terrifying~" Merlin grinned shamelessly. "But I'm not that kind of shameless fellow."

"You'd better not be."

Soon, Artoria turned sixteen, and during that time, you and Morgan had several more children.

Perhaps because of you, Morgan was not particularly obsessed with the throne or Britain. Her only thought was to find an opportunity to imitate the way you burned other nobles' family cemeteries and set King Uther's tomb ablaze.

Morgan believed that while your methods lacked the cruelty needed to terrify nobles, they were satisfying.

Your sons were Gaheris and Agravain, and your daughters were Mordred and Gareth.

Mordred was born in a way you could never have imagined.

Under the upbringing of you, Morgan, and Merlin, Artoria grew into an outstanding knight. But in this era, there was no such thing as a queen. Thus, under the influence of Morgan's magecraft, Artoria appeared to the outside world as a handsome boy.

Furthermore, because you ensured Artoria got proper rest and provided her with sufficient nutrition, by the age of sixteen she was ten centimeters taller than she had originally been—164 centimeters—and her figure was somewhat better as well.

Over those ten-odd years, Morgan fully realized just how unreliable you and Merlin, those two bastards, truly were. She was also glad that you had handed the other children over to other knights to raise.

Your teaching group—consisting of you, who possessed only bravery and justice among the eight knightly virtues, and Merlin, who had no morals whatsoever and loved seeking amusement—did teach genuine skills, but morally, you were simply leading children astray.

Artoria had only avoided growing crooked thanks to Morgan's corrections and Artoria's own upright nature.

Mordred: Father, You're More Suited to Be King Than That King Arthur

Time passed. After a ceremonial sword-pulling election, you finally welcomed the retirement you had awaited for more than a decade.

But the retirement you received was not quite what you had imagined. Artoria said something about consulting Joslin for internal affairs and Brando for external affairs, dragged you back to court, and, despite your objections, raised you from earl to duke—the pinnacle of noble rank.

Bai Ming: Fuck, did Artoria turn into Liu Shan?

The nobles who had just begun to emerge, hoping to demand benefits while Artoria's power and position were unstable, all vanished in an instant.

The moment you saw Merlin's smug grin, you understood what had happened. You tried to beat Merlin up, but Merlin's escape skills had improved greatly, and you failed to catch him.

You had no choice but to assist Artoria in court. Since you could not bear to suffer alone, you dragged all your children into the court to work under you—though you did not summon your two daughters, Mordred and Gareth, into court.

Because Artoria had ascended, your daughter Mordred had many complaints about it, but she never let you know.