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"Are you done with your work?"
Gawain was just finishing his day's work. When he finally had some free time, he stretched his arms and turned to Agravain, who was sitting nearby, asking.
"Mm... almost," Agravain snapped out of his thoughts, tapping his pen lightly on the table, a contemplative look on his face.
After a moment, he murmured to himself, "It's truly hard to understand why Mother doesn't want us to seek out King Arthur? She didn't even let us accompany them to this birthday banquet."
"That woman must have her own thoughts. Even if we speculate now, it might not be correct," Gawain smiled. "And with her there, Arthur won't be in any trouble."
"You believe that woman will protect Arthur?" Agravain frowned, "That's quite a naive thought, Gawain."
Gawain was slightly taken aback, then quickly smiled, "Pay more attention to the people around you, Agravain."
He wasn't the naive one; Agravain was.
"What do you mean?" Agravain asked.
Gawain just shook his head, saying nothing more.
If he continued speaking now, and Mother found out, she would probably find him an eyesore.
To survive under that woman's thumb, one needed to know how to read the room.
"By the way, are you feeling better now?" As if sensing that Agravain was about to continue the previous topic, Gawain casually changed the subject.
Agravain shuddered slightly, as if remembering a terrifying memory.
"I'm fine..." He stood up and walked to the window, adding, "At least for now, it seems fine."
Gawain's words reminded Agravain of the fear brought by that woman's physical and mental torment that day.
Injured and then healed, even if the body wasn't wounded, the mental devastation still remained.
Arthur actually called this witch "sister" and even thought she was kind-hearted?
Whose sister is so kind-hearted?
"I'm still not at ease. That woman rarely leaves Camelot Castle, but this time she actually went with Arthur to celebrate Princess Guinevere's birthday. She must have some purpose..." Agravain continued.
"There must be a purpose, but I think it's fine even if we leave it alone," Gawain said with a smile. "Trust me, Arthur will be fine."
At least in terms of personal safety, there would definitely be no problem.
Agravain sat back down in his chair, looking out the window, and murmured to himself, "Counting the time, they should have reached Leodegrace's country by now, right?"
"I hope they have a safe journey," Gawain whispered.
"Yes, I hope Arthur returns safely."
"No, I mean..." Gawain turned to look at Agravain. "I hope those tribal chiefs and nobles have a safe journey."
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Asher and his companions walked along a spacious road. He glanced at Guinevere beside him; the girl's face was as gentle as ever, and she didn't seem to feel anything special about returning to her "home."
"You don't seem to miss it at all?" Asher asked.
For some reason, he always felt that Guinevere's steps seemed a little heavy throughout the journey.
Guinevere glanced at the dignitaries around her. Among them were the children of tribal chiefs and some nobles from Leodegrace's country, every one of them from the upper echelons, and without exception, all of them had come to celebrate her birthday.
She retracted her gaze, smiling and shaking her head, "At first, when I knew I could come back, I was a little excited, but now I don't feel anything anymore."
From the moment she saw these people, that initial expectation had vanished.
"So-called birthday celebrations are merely venues for politicians to interact with each other," Morgan Le Fay said indifferently. "Such celebrations are better off without."
"You're very clear-sighted, Princess Morgan," Guinevere turned to Morgan, a strange glint in her eyes.
"That old man used to do similar things," Morgan Le Fay chuckled, "but he never celebrated my birthday again after that."
It was several years ago, Morgan herself couldn't quite remember which year specifically. At that time, she was still King Uther's daughter, and every birthday was used by King Uther as an occasion to interact with politicians.
She even heard King Uther mention things like "marriage alliances."
But from a certain year onwards, King Uther never dared to hold any more so-called birthday banquets.
From the day she was possessed by the Goddess of Death and they became one, there was no longer anyone who could interfere with her thoughts.
Guinevere showed a thoughtful expression, as if she had thought of something, and a hint of loss quickly appeared on her gentle little face.
She didn't have Morgan Le Fay's strength, nor her decisive personality.
Although she didn't know what Morgan had done, just imagining it — to make King Uther later stop celebrating Morgan's birthday — one could roughly guess.
The few of them chatted as they followed the attendant in front into the palace.
The birthday banquet was scheduled for tomorrow, but many nobles had already arrived early today at King Leodegrace's invitation.
They conversed with each other, friendly smiles on their faces, but what they were truly thinking was unknown.
Soon, someone noticed Asher's group entering the reception hall. Their gazes fell on Asher, who was walking in the very middle, wearing a golden crown.
It was truly hard not to attract attention, as this was King Arthur, the true King of Britain.
But some of their gazes soon couldn't help but turn to the woman beside Asher.
Morgan Le Fay.
The politicians' eyes held a wary expression. They had all heard of this woman, a witch widely rumored among the nobility. Even during Uther's lifetime, he couldn't command his daughter to do anything, let alone now that Uther was deceased.
Besides these wary gazes, there were also some clueless young nobles who looked at Morgan with fervent eyes. Although she was a witch, they were different from their fathers; they had all been spoiled since childhood, and more or less harbored a small fantasy about this perfectly shaped woman.
Of course, there were also noble maidens looking at Asher with starry eyes. Girls in their prime naturally dreamed of a beautiful and dreamy romance, and King Arthur was naturally the most suitable protagonist for such a romance.
However, the few girls beside Asher now were too dazzling. Even though Artoria and Guinevere were dressed more conservatively, their beauty, even with simple attire, could not be hidden.
"King Arthur." King Leodegrace was originally conversing with the politicians entering the reception hall. Upon seeing Asher and the others, he said something to the person he was talking to, then walked towards Asher.
King Leodegrace was an old-looking man. The closer he walked, the wider the smile on his face became.
"King Leodegrace, I apologize for being busy with state affairs and not having visited you sooner," Asher said with a gentle smile.
Even knowing it was an excuse, Leodegrace's smile deepened, and he said with a laugh, "On the contrary, I apologize profusely for not being able to find time to visit you due to guarding against foreign invasions."
"Foreigners are our common enemy, it's understandable," Asher nodded.
Asher naturally couldn't believe such words. Everyone knew these things tacitly, but they wouldn't openly state it.
"Sir Milo, long time no see," Leodegrace looked at the pink-haired girl beside Asher and said with a smile.
This girl dared to directly offer her territory to Arthur; this courage was not something every tribal chief could do.
However, whether her investment would eventually pay off, no one could guarantee now.
"Long time no see," Milo said with a smile.
Leodegrace's gaze passed over Artoria and fell on Morgan Le Fay beside her. His previous smile stiffened slightly, then he nodded slightly towards her in respect.
Morgan ignored him, calmly retracting her gaze. She was mostly uninterested in these matters and couldn't be bothered to cultivate relationships with these people.
"I imagine you are all very tired from your journey. I will have the servants escort you to your respective rooms to rest," Leodegrace didn't care about Morgan's attitude. After speaking, he gestured with his eyes to the maid who had been waiting nearby.
The maid stepped forward and said respectfully, "I will take you to your rooms now."
By this time, it was already dark. The magnificent, brilliant lights illuminated the reception hall. From time to time, subtle glances were cast their way. Asher pretended not to notice, nodded, and the group followed the maid out of the reception hall.
"Aren't you leaving, Princess Guinevere?" After taking a few steps, Asher looked back at Guinevere, who was still standing in place, her small face looking a little dim.
Guinevere glanced at her father, then turned to Asher and smiled, "You go first. I need to stay here."
She was the protagonist of this banquet. Even if the banquet hadn't started yet, she needed to stay here. She knew this even without King Leodegrace telling her.
Leodegrace looked at Asher, then at his daughter. His tone was much softer than usual, and he said gently, "You've been delicate since childhood, and you've been traveling for half a day. You must be tired, right? Go and rest with King Arthur and the others. Your father can handle things here."
Guinevere was startled. Seeing the gentleness on King Leodegrace's face, she quickly nodded obediently, showing a bright smile, "Then I'll go down first, Father."
After speaking, she walked towards Asher, but for some reason, her steps were noticeably lighter than when she first entered the hall.
"Thank you," Guinevere whispered as she walked beside Asher.
Asher just smiled, saying nothing more.
He could somewhat tell from Guinevere's reluctant expression when she said she would stay. As a friend, he naturally helped if he could.
He himself disliked crowded places like this, let alone having to chat with a bunch of unfamiliar nobles.
And when the group left the reception hall, the nobles who had been observing Asher began to chat in low voices again.
However, their conversations were almost entirely focused on King Arthur's attendance at the banquet.
"King Leodegrace, indeed your prestige is great, even King Arthur himself came to celebrate your daughter's birthday," Duke Bell walked forward with a smile. Beside him was a young man, seemingly around twenty years old, wearing a luxurious robe, looking elegant like a young gentleman.
"King Arthur is willing to give this much face, probably just because he has a good relationship with my daughter," Leodegrace said with a smile in his eyes. This situation was clearly what he most desired to see.
"It is rumored that Princess Guinevere is one of Britain's top beauties. After seeing her today, I realized the rumors were true," Duke Bell still maintained his smile.
Leodegrace was obviously well aware of his daughter's beauty, so he could only smile and shake his head, not dwelling on the topic.
He glanced at the young man beside Duke Bell, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"This child is born of my wife and I. I intended to bring him to meet the great beauty of Britain, but now it seems this plan might be difficult," Duke Bell laughed heartily.
He understood now: this old, cunning fellow probably wanted to put his daughter on the throne as queen, which was why he hadn't urged Guinevere to return when he learned she planned to stay in Camelot Castle for a while.
In the past, this king almost doted on his daughter like a precious jewel in his palm, so how could he let her stay by a young boy's side for so long?
But if that person was King Arthur, it was understandable.
Upon hearing this, Leodegrace merely smiled noncommittally, not refuting Duke Bell's words.
He indeed intended to arrange a match between his daughter and King Arthur, and from their conversation and glances today, their relationship seemed quite good.
If things developed this way, she would likely have a great chance of becoming queen.
After all, from his observations just now, among the girls around Arthur, probably only Sir Milo could compete with his daughter.
As for the court stewardess next to King Arthur, she looked too young, clearly not within the scope of concern.
And Princess Morgan... needless to say, that woman couldn't possibly fancy a child like Arthur, who was not even sixteen. After all, whether that woman even had the concept of "love" in her mind was still debatable.
"What are you thinking about?" Duke Bell asked, looking at Leodegrace's thoughtful expression.
"It's quite strange, why would that... witch follow Arthur?" Leodegrace deliberately lowered his voice when he said "witch."
"Could it be that King Arthur is being threatened?" he then offered his speculation.
Duke Bell's smile faded a bit, and he shook his head, saying, "Merlin once said that whoever pulls out the Caliburn will become the true King. How could King Arthur possibly be threatened by a mere witch?"
Leodegrace's eyes grew even more confused.
"Then why is she accompanying King Arthur? It seems she's responsible for protecting King Arthur, right?" Leodegrace said, with a hint of jest, "Could it be that even the witch obeys King Arthur?"
Duke Bell merely smiled, saying nothing.
He couldn't possibly believe that witch would obey anyone else's words; such a thing was completely unimaginable.
"Father, I always feel they are very close. Could it be... a secret lover relationship? Or, that witch is interested in King Arthur and wants his body or something? That's why she came to the banquet with him?" Duke Bell's son, named Bert, who had been silent, tried to say.
"Nonsense, how is that possible?!" Duke Bell looked at his son, Bert, with disappointment in his eyes. "We are seriously discussing a problem, and you are talking about such unrealistic ideas. No... this is no longer unrealistic, it's a fantasy."
"How can I trust you to inherit the leadership position later if you're like this?"
"He's truly a child with wild ideas," Leodegrace laughed.
"But such a thing is indeed impossible. That tyrannical and ruthless Morgan Le Fay could never like anyone else. She only cares about her own interests," Leodegrace continued.
"Indeed, you've seen my folly," Duke Bell said, patting Bert's head. "We'll be going now. I wish you success."
He was, of course, referring to Guinevere becoming queen.
"Then I shall take your auspicious words," Leodegrace said. As he watched the father and son return to the hall to chat with others, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
That witch followed King Arthur to the birthday banquet because she liked him?
Duke Bell's son must have lost his mind to come up with something like that.
But then again, given that Duke Bell was suspected of colluding with foreigners, he must have had a rough time recently, so it was not surprising that his mind was a bit unstable.
"It feels too tight. If only it could be a little looser."
Morgan Le Fay stood in a room, looking slightly troubled as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
She was wearing a pure white dress, a garment that at first glance felt quite innocent, and one of Guinevere's favorite dresses. Yet, on Morgan Le Fay, it looked exceptionally seductive and alluring. Her full, soft chest was completely unrestrained, as if it could burst out at any moment.
"Isn't there a slightly looser dress?" She turned to look at Guinevere behind her.
"I'm sorry, this is already my largest size dress..." Guinevere's eyes were filled with regret as she finished speaking, the gentle expression on her face fading considerably, looking somewhat defeated.
She glanced at Morgan Le Fay's ample chest, then looked down at her own, sighing softly in her heart, but still maintaining a gentle smile: "I'll have a servant prepare two more suitable dresses for you in a moment."
"Thank you in advance, then," Morgan returned with a smile.
"Why did you specifically change clothes? Aren't you going to change into a ball gown tomorrow night anyway?" Asher sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Morgan Le Fay and asking.
"You wouldn't understand; it's a woman's secret," Morgan said with a mysterious smile.
Inspired by Milo's previous attire, she wanted to wear something more revealing... of course, she couldn't directly tell Asher that.
"Women have many secrets, Arthur," Milo quietly moved to sit beside Asher, her cheek subtly nearing him, "Do you want me to tell you?"
Asher leaned back, reminding her, "You're too close."
"It's fine, I don't mind." Seeing Asher's small eyes seemingly having nowhere to rest, Milo's smile widened a bit, and a sense of delight surged within her.
She was about to continue her playful offense, but at that moment, she suddenly noticed Morgan Le Fay's gaze.
Milo's smile stiffened slightly, and she subtly glanced toward Morgan Le Fay.
After a brief silence, Milo moved back again, maintaining a certain distance from Asher.
"What happened suddenly?" Asher looked at Milo, who was leaving the room, puzzled.
"Perhaps Sir Milo herself realized that her actions just now were impolite," Morgan glanced at Milo indifferently, then smiled and said, "Never mind that, do you think this dress suits sister?"
As Morgan Le Fay spoke, she lifted the hem of the pure white dress, subtly revealing a pair of fair, delicate legs.
Asher's gaze couldn't help but linger on Morgan Le Fay for several moments, unsure where to look first.
It was clearly such an innocent dress, so why did it become so erotic when Sister Morgan wore it?
"Want to get a closer look?" Morgan Le Fay pressed her advantage, taking a step forward as if to approach Asher.
"Princess Morgan, this dress is too tight. If you move like that, it might—"
Guinevere had just said this when she suddenly heard the sound of fabric tearing, and a large expanse of fair skin was exposed.
"Don't look here!" Guinevere reacted quickly and shouted immediately.
"I didn't look!" Asher had already covered his eyes as he spoke, peeking through his fingers.
Then he peeked again.
Do I need to look up to see it?
Asher thought this and was about to look up, but suddenly felt his vision go dark as a pair of hands covered his eyes.
Artoria's voice came from beside Asher's ear.
"See no evil."
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