"You go on ahead. I'll be there shortly."
So Sovell said.
King Ban did not insist. After a few polite words, he followed Bedivere to the dining hall.
The moment the two rounded the corner of the corridor, countless petals drifted through the window and gathered into a human figure behind Sovell. In a voice that sounded both mocking and delighted, the figure remarked:
"Not bad. You patched up your story already."
"Of course. You taught me."
Though Sovell was smiling, he refused to concede the last word.
As far as Sovell was concerned, deceiving King Ban and everyone else was something he had no choice but to do.
As long as the truth that "King Arthur" was a woman remained hidden, Artoria's legitimate right to inherit Britain's throne would remain unquestionable in the eyes of the world.
Although Europe was not particularly opposed to female monarchs, if the candidates for the throne included both an eldest daughter and a second-born son, the throne would go to the son.
But once the truth that Artoria was not a second-born "son" came to light, she would lose her legitimate claim, and the crown of the heir apparent would pass to Morgan.
"Coming? Let's eat."
"Hahaha, no thanks. There's a young girl waiting for me in the south of the city."
With that, the figure scattered into petals again, drifted out the window, and vanished.
"You bastard of a teacher. One day, a woman's going to be your downfall."
"Your Majesty King Arthur, you repelled six rebel lords with the strength of a single city! Truly, heroes emerge young! Hahahaha!"
Oh, great. Drunk again.
Before he even entered the dining hall, King Ban's laughter gave Sovell a sinking feeling. He pushed open the doors and saw King Ban and Kay bouncing