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"Oh right, I forgot to ask about the ship..."
After leaving Morgan le Fay's room, Asher slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering he'd forgotten to ask Morgan about it again. But he decided to forget about it for now. Morgan was always in the palace anyway, so the important thing now was just to confirm she wasn't troubled by anything.
After all, something like that couldn't be developed in just a day or two. The immediate priority was still to find the internal traitor.
Asher had just left the palace and walked for a while in the garden when he quickly saw Guinevere, led by a servant. She was wearing a light pink dress that revealed only her fair calves, and pink low-heeled sandals on her feet. Her platinum blonde hair flowed gently in the wind.
He had originally planned to go to the hall to see if Guinevere had arrived, but now, it saved him an extra trip.
Guinevere seemed to sense something and raised her head, her soft bangs lifting to reveal her beautiful emerald eyes. Upon seeing Asher, her eyes brightened slightly, but due to the servant by her side, she maintained her composure.
The servant bowed slightly, "King Arthur."
Asher nodded. "You may go. I have something to discuss with Princess Guinevere."
Once the servant had left, Guinevere's previous composure and politeness faded considerably. She walked up to Asher with her hands behind her back, a gentle smile on her face.
"Arthur, is there something you need?"
Is he here because of the dance last night? Or does he have another purpose? Guinevere wondered.
"Are you comfortable staying here?" Asher asked with concern.
Guinevere nodded. "Even if I'm not used to it, I have to stay, don't I? After all, I saw that scene last night. You're probably afraid I'll leak information or something?"
Asher neither confirmed nor denied, just nodded slightly. "My apologies. I'll have someone safely escort you back later."
"Arthur is really prone to feeling guilty," Guinevere said, quickly smiling as she observed the apology on Asher's face. "Don't worry, I don't really want to go back that early either."
Guinevere tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and raised her eyes. "Everyone here has been very welcoming to me, and your court steward told me many stories. I found them quite interesting."
"That's good." Asher nodded.
"Did Arthur come to find me suddenly for something? Or was it just a chance encounter?" Guinevere asked with a smile.
"Your father sent an envoy to see youā¦ I was originally going to have my subordinates inform you, but since I ran into you, I'll just tell you now," Asher said.
"An envoy from my father?" Guinevere showed a thoughtful expression. "It seems he's still worried about me here?"
Guinevere quickly smiled again. "I'll just talk to the envoy. Arthur, could you take me there? In fact, I'm not very familiar with the environment here, and it would be troublesome if I got lost."
"No problem. I was planning to go there anyway." Asher nodded, agreeing readily.
After walking along a small path with Guinevere for a while, the two soon arrived in the palace hall. A very young-looking man sat quietly in a chair, waiting. Beside him sat two others: one was Gawain, and the other was Agravain.
Even the two Knights of the Round Table couldn't help but take an extra look when they saw Guinevere enter the hall. This girl with platinum blonde hair flowing over her shoulders was already so captivating now; it was clear without even thinking that she would become a beauty capable of overthrowing kingdoms when she grew up.
"King Arthur." Upon seeing the young man beside Guinevere, all three stood up to show their utmost respect to the King.
Asher nodded slightly. "I've brought Princess Guinevere. If King Leodegrace has anything he wishes you to convey, you may tell her now."
The envoy hesitated slightly, then glanced at the two beside him.
The two clearly understood what was implied. Gawain smiled. "I still have some political matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
After saying that, he nodded to Asher and turned to leave the hall.
Agravain also nodded slightly and followed, leaving.
However, the envoy still didn't speak, just secretly glanced at the King before him again.
Asher clearly understood what was implied. His mouth slightly opened, about to leave, but Guinevere shook her head and said, "You can just say whatever you need to. There are no outsiders here."
As she finished speaking, she tilted her head to look at Asher and smiled sweetly, her smile full of warmth and healing.
Guinevere knew very well that if only she and the envoy were present, Asher might worry that she would say something negative to the envoy. Therefore, keeping Asher there would put him at ease and prevent him from having any suspicions about her.
As he watched the gentle smile on the girl's face, Asher immediately understood her meaning and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This girl is really clever.
Since Guinevere had said so, the envoy no longer hesitated and conveyed King Leodegrace's message.
In fact, what the envoy said was no secret. It was pretty much what Asher had guessed. King Leodegrace was merely worried that his daughter was being held hostage, which was why he specifically sent the envoy. Now, seeing Guinevere in a normal state, even happier than before, the envoy finally felt relieved.
After all, Britain was now much stronger than during King Uther's time. King Leodegrace's kingdom was essentially just a country slightly larger than a tribal territory. Ultimately, this country was also within British territory and would sooner or later belong to King Arthur. King Leodegrace was probably worried that King Arthur intended to hold his daughter hostage to further his agenda.
"King Arthur, I'll be returning now." The envoy bowed slightly. "Also, you don't need to bother sending anyone to escort me."
Asher nodded, watching the envoy leave, a thoughtful expression on his face.
It seems that after the two tribes came under British control, other tribes and small nations are starting to feel uneasyā¦
But it's not surprising. After all, if things continue at this pace, other small nations and tribes will either surrender or face a slow death. King Leodegrace's concern for his daughter is understandable.
Even if Asher were to personally guarantee that he wouldn't completely wipe out other tribes, but instead use a "cooperative" approach to achieve mutual benefit, those people wouldn't believe it.
After all, even in so-called "cooperation," the true ruler would still be King Arthur. And if the kings of those tribes did nothing but watch King Arthur repel the foreign races, even if they heard King Arthur's promise with their own ears, they would still feel uneasy.
Because they had always been passive observers, King Arthur wouldn't trust themāsuch thoughts would arise in the hearts of these kings.
Although they were currently in a "cooperative" state, Asher actually didn't mobilize many tribal forces each time, mostly relying on his own troops.
Asher was slightly stunned, then suddenly thought of something, and his eyes slowly lit up.
Ultimately, the initial direction was wrong. From the very beginning, it shouldn't have been about borrowing the troops of the tribal kings to repel the foreign races, but rather letting them repel the foreign races themselves.
Let them earn battle merits, and he would also take actionāthat's how it should be.
Asher's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something.
"Arthur, are you thinking about something?" Guinevere asked, blinking in confusion as she watched the smile gradually appear on Asher's face.
Asher turned to look at Guinevere. The girl's usually gentle small face now held a hint of confusion, and Asher's face was reflected in her clear emerald eyes.
"Does this world have a merit system?" Asher asked.
"Merit?"
"Simply putā¦ honor gained from establishing military achievements." Asher said, then looked at Artoria, who had silently entered the hall and was standing nearby.
"Lily, issue an order. Prepare some silver metal materials for me."
Artoria was slightly startled. "What do you want to do?"
"Create honorsā¦ or rather, medals," Asher paused, then continued.
"Grand Knight Medals."
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