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"You should have a plan ready, right?"
Morgan Le Fay asked Milo calmly.
Only she and Milo were in the room. Asher had gone out for a stroll with Artoria earlier, and Guinevere had gone to instruct the servants to prepare clothes for Morgan.
"Of course, after all, this doesn't require much of a plan," Milo said with a smile. "It's just about calling out Duke Bell and another tribal chief. My father had a good private relationship with Duke Bell before he died, so it won't be difficult to trick him out. As for the other person... I naturally have my ways."
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll wait for you on the south side of the manor," Morgan Le Fay said.
"Mm, please rest assured, I'll definitely be able to bring them out. However, making them swear an oath might be up to you," Milo smiled sweetly.
"Princess Morgan, it should be no problem, right?"
"You don't need to worry about such things," Morgan said indifferently.
"That's for the best," Milo said, then stood up and prepared to leave the room, but Morgan called her back.
"Wait here first. Someone will send clothes over in a moment."
Milo was slightly startled.
Send clothes over? Why would she make me stay here?
"You're dressed too conspicuously. It might affect the plan later. I've already had Guinevere prepare less noticeable clothes for you. You can change into them in a moment," Morgan Le Fay said casually, playing with a strand of her hair.
"..."
Too conspicuous? Clearly, she just didn't want her to dress too beautifully and tempt King Arthur, right?
Milo's eyes held indignation. Morgan raised her gaze and looked at her coldly, "Do you have an objection?"
"No... None," Milo averted her gaze.
Changing clothes or whatever didn't matter. Anyway, she'd have plenty of opportunities in the future, as she lived in the room next to King Arthur's.
The main goal this time wasn't to increase King Arthur's favorability but to help him acquire new territories by bringing the territories controlled by those two chiefs, who were suspected of colluding with foreigners, under his control.
"By the way, you should know to keep this secret," Morgan said again.
Milo nodded, "Can't let King Arthur know about this... I understand."
Milo was actually a bit confused by Morgan's thoughts. Even if King Arthur knew they acquired the territory through dirty means, it wouldn't change anything, would it? The deed was already done, and there was nothing he could do even if he was unwilling.
However, Morgan was extremely firm about concealing this plan from King Arthur, which greatly puzzled Milo.
Morgan didn't explain much, merely squinting her eyes, enjoying the brief tranquility, waiting for Guinevere's clothes to arrive.
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Asher stood on the palace balcony, staring blankly at the garden below.
The reception hall must be quite lively now. By tomorrow, even the garden would be bustling, as tomorrow was Guinevere's birthday banquet.
"What are you thinking about?" Artoria's voice came from beside him.
Asher looked back, his eyes slightly surprised.
Artoria had also changed into a ball gown at this time, her face shedding its usual stern expression, and her demeanor gaining a gentle elegance. Even in the darkness, she looked exceptionally captivating.
"What's wrong?" Noticing Asher's gaze fixed on her, Artoria asked, puzzled.
"It feels quite rare; I think this is the first time I've seen you in a dress," Asher said, unable to resist looking at her a few more times.
Normally, Artoria, as the court steward, often stayed by Asher's side, which meant he rarely paid much attention to the girl. Seeing her in a ball gown today, she looked like a completely different person; her demeanor had entirely changed.
"The attendant just sent it over, saying Guinevere prepared it for me, so I tried it on," Artoria replied.
She then stared closely into Asher's eyes for a moment, "Your eyes are darting around. Are you shy?"
"Lily, can you stop being alert when you shouldn't be? It's embarrassing for me," Asher said helplessly.
"So you are shy?"
"I think any normal person would be shy when an opposite-sex person is this close, so..." Asher pressed his hands on Artoria's shoulders, pushing her away slightly.
"A little distance would be better!"
"Shy with opposite-sex contact? But I think I'm fine now," Artoria said.
Asher: "..."
Why does that sound perfectly logical? To Artoria, he was indeed of the opposite sex.
"You really haven't changed at all. Next time, it's better to pay a little more attention," Asher said, seeing Artoria in a daze, then asked:
"Are you still thinking about something?"
"I thought you only liked mature women like Her Imperial Sister or your Shishou, but now I realize my previous thought was wrong," Artoria's tense little face inadvertently broke into a faint smile.
"So you don't just like mature women."
"Why does it sound like I'm a l*li-con?" Asher couldn't help but retort.
"No... you're not a l*li either." Then, he glanced at Artoria twice more.
He suddenly remembered the first time he saw Artoria. At that time, she seemed to be wearing a dress, standing by the sea, facing the sea breeze, a hint of a smile on her face.
Just like now.
"You seem to have grown a lot taller," Asher reached out, trying to compare their heights. Artoria's height seemed to be catching up to his.
"Compared to Her Imperial Sister, I'm still not mature enough," Artoria said calmly, shaking her head.
Asher nodded softly, "Indeed, compared to your Imperial Sister, there's still a big difference."
Just in terms of bust size, there was a big difference.
Artoria subtly frowned.
"Are you angry?" Asher tried to ask.
"No, it's just your imagination."
Artoria turned her face away, looking at the view outside the balcony.
Seeing Artoria's reaction at this moment, Asher more or less had an idea.
Clearly, she was indeed angry.
But she really had no reason to be angry. After all, Lily hadn't pulled out the Caliburn yet, but her growth potential was still very high.
Moreover, she was quite charming as she was now.
"The ball gown suits you very well," Asher suddenly said. "Perhaps you can try wearing this type of clothes in the future. It's very charming."
Artoria's previously tense expression softened a bit, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently curved into a faint arc, but she still shook her head, "Such attire isn't suitable for combat. It's only for occasional wear at such events."
"That's truly the remark of a pragmatist..." Asher thought to himself.
Artoria always seemed to prioritize whether something would benefit her. If there was no benefit, she generally wouldn't bother doing it.
"Wearing clothes that restrict movement is meaningless," Artoria continued.
"But it looks good, doesn't your Imperial Sister wear dresses every day?" Asher said.
"Good-looking, huh..." Artoria fell into a brief silence, seemingly contemplating something.
"I'll think about it," she said after a moment.
"You're changing your mind already?!" Asher was somewhat surprised.
He had thought Lily would flatly refuse.
"Thinking about it carefully, if I, as court steward, always stay by your side, dressing better would also be more beneficial to your image," Artoria said.
"And I'd be more pleasing to the eye too," Asher added.
Artoria glanced at Asher, then averted her gaze to the scenery outside, saying nothing.
"It's really awkward when you suddenly stop talking, Lily," Asher said, feeling a bit awkward at the situation.
But Artoria still remained silent, her gaze fixed in a certain direction.
"Is that Sir Milo?"
Asher followed Artoria's gaze.
Pink hair, and attire much more subdued than during the day, revealing hardly any skin. However, Asher still recognized her from her back.
It was indeed Milo.
And beside Milo were two men, whose backs also looked somewhat familiar.
"They seem to be tribal chiefs?" Artoria's eyes sparkled with thought.
"Why are they walking together?"
Asher shook his head. "I don't know... But since we've run into them, let's follow them and see."
"Wait for me here. I'll be right back," Asher said. After thinking for a moment, he placed his crown and cloak in Artoria's hand. "You can take this back to the room for me for now."
"I want to go see too, and I have to protect you," Artoria said with a frown.
"Our strengths aren't that different, and I might not even be in danger. Just cover for me. If Sister Morgan asks, just say I went for a walk," Asher said, then stepped onto the railing and leaped from the balcony.
He landed lightly on the ground, chasing in the direction Milo had disappeared earlier, and soon vanished into the darkness.
Artoria looked at the crown and cloak in her hand, thought for a moment, and decided to follow Asher's instructions. She turned and left the balcony.
Soon, Artoria returned to the room, but couldn't help but feel confused when she pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
Why wasn't Her Imperial Sister here either?
Artoria couldn't help but wonder.
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Asher tried his best to hold his breath all the way, quietly following behind Milo.
This girl still had some strength; he might be discovered if he wasn't careful.
Fireworks returning, what on earth was Sir Milo up to?
Calling two tribal chiefs out to talk at this hour... Could it be that she was also one of those colluding with foreigners?
No, if that were the case, the imprisoned foreigners should have already revealed Milo's name as well.
Also, what exactly are they talking about now?
Since just now, Milo and the other two tribal chiefs seemed to be talking about something, but because of the distance, Asher couldn't hear what the three of them were saying at all.
Asher followed the three of them all the way, and after an unknown period of time, he finally saw them stop.
Asher stopped in time, hiding behind a bush, observing the three in front of him.
No, I still can't hear clearly enough.
Should I get closer?
Just as Asher thought this, he suddenly heard footsteps.
In the silent manor, the sound of footsteps made the two tribal chiefs feel increasingly uneasy. They were about to turn and leave, but Milo held them back with a smile, still saying something.
As the footsteps gradually approached, Asher squinted, looking at the woman who was slowly emerging from the shadows. He was first startled, then quickly sighed to himself.
So that's how it is?
Asher smiled helplessly and quietly turned to leave.
"What's wrong?" Milo turned to look at the woman beside her. In her impression, Morgan Le Fay was always the kind of woman whose heart would never waver no matter what, but she clearly saw a hint of panic in Morgan's eyes.
Morgan shook her head, retracted her gaze, ignoring Milo. Instead, she turned to look at the two men trying to escape, and said coldly, "Give up. You should know why I had Milo bring you out."
Duke Bell screamed in horror: "King Arthur will not let you off! You've violated his orders without permission! He only sent people to monitor us, and you actually acted privately!"
"Are you saying that if he finds out I acted privately, he'll dislike me?" Morgan said thoughtfully.
"Of course! Let us go now, and what happened tonight will be as if it never happened!" The other man beside Duke Bell tried to bargain with Morgan, saying urgently, "And what good will you do for King Arthur? You're just expanding King Arthur's power, it's no benefit to yourself! Let us go, and we can find a way to make you King Arthur!"
"Make me King Arthur?" Morgan Le Fay repeated.
"Yes, make you King Arthur," Duke Bell took over, staring at Morgan Le Fay, alluringly saying, "King Uther was unwilling to pass the throne to you even on his deathbed. You must have harbored resentment all this time, right? This is only natural. Anyone would feel unbalanced being robbed of the King Arthur position by a mere brat who pulled out the Caliburn halfway, and a flirtatious brat at that."
"Flirtatious?" Morgan's eyes showed a bit more interest. "Go on."
"To be honest, my son Bert said this evening that you liked King Arthur... Of course, I severely disciplined that insensible boy afterwards, but later, based on my observations and analysis, King Arthur very likely covets your body, so please be extremely careful."
"Really?" Morgan Le Fay's eyes, staring at Duke Bell, shone with an unusual light.
"Absolutely! I carefully observed King Arthur's gaze today, recalling his behavior as he entered the reception hall, and found that several times he secretly shifted his gaze to you, and several times it lingered on your chest. Clearly, he harbors improper thoughts about you. Such a king is simply not worthy of being king, to covet the beauty of the former king's daughter!" Duke Bell said this, paused slightly, then continued.
"The only one who can become king is you, Princess Morgan."
Morgan suddenly laughed. Few people had seen her laugh. Milo didn't understand why she laughed, nor did the other man. Only Duke Bell showed a look of triumph. He was a very observant person, deeply aware that this princess had always coveted the throne. At this moment, as long as he prescribed the right medicine, letting her know that he had decided to support her in becoming King Arthur, he would naturally survive this night safely.
"You said earlier that King Arthur indeed harbored improper thoughts about me?" Morgan asked again.
"Absolutely," Duke Bell nodded solemnly. "That young king harboring improper thoughts about the former king's daughter is truly unforgivable!"
"Considering you just gave me some good information, I'll make you suffer a little less," Morgan's previous smile gradually faded. She gently patted Duke Bell's shoulder.
"Swear an oath, and I'll let you go."
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