Chapter 46: The Uncharacteristic White Dragon King
[Camelot].
In this country filled with noble knights, Morgan's existence was like an anomaly.
"Conspiracy."
This was a word she often had on her lips.
This red dragon princess, born of noble blood but having witnessed too much human suffering due to the fall of her kingdom, always suspected others with the greatest malice.
When she met someone, she would first subconsciously judge them as a villain. Then she would think about what kind of conspiracy this villain was brewing and what harm it would cause to her side.
—This was undoubtedly a rather terrifying way of thinking, which had caused quite serious negative consequences for both herself and others.
It was precisely for this reason that, even though she was very beautiful and had a prominent identity as "King Uther's daughter" and "King Arthur's elder sister," most of the knights in the kingdom kept a respectful distance from her and rarely interacted with her.
She, who didn't like to interact with people in the first place, was happy with the peace and quiet. She found a very remote palace for herself and never went out except to handle the official duties assigned to her by Artoria.
But today, having unexpectedly interrogated a crucial piece of intelligence from a Saxon captive, she had no choice but to go out.
...
Morgan headed to the palace where Artoria was.
Originally, according to Artoria's own wishes, she actually disliked living in such a luxurious palace—she felt that the slightly cramped little wooden house from before was just right. She could handle political affairs and also quickly step out of the room to communicate with the villagers.
But Merlin, with excuses like "a king must have a king's dignity" and "the people will take the king as their goal and be proud of the king's life," persuaded her to move into this castle and make it the temporary royal palace of the Kingdom of Camelot.
In the palace's great hall stood a huge round table that could seat over a hundred knights at the same time—this was a congratulatory gift from Guinevere's father to Artoria. Along with it came Guinevere, who had already become a close friend of Artoria.
By the way, that princess, who possessed both elegance and wisdom, held a very high status in the hearts of these knights, countless times higher than Morgan, who was also a princess.
Knock, knock—
Morgan stood outside the meeting room door and knocked.
"Come in—"
Artoria, as the king, said subconsciously, her head still buried in the mountain of official documents on her desk, never looking up.
Knock, knock—
The door was not opened. The knocking continued.
"Ah, it's my royal sister!"
Artoria had a sudden realization, quickly stood up from her desk, and walked to the door of the meeting room.
Morgan never entered this meeting room.
In her own words, she hated this kind of "chaotic" place—even though right now, there was only Bedivere, a single knight, assisting Artoria with political affairs inside.
Another person who did not enter this meeting room was Guinevere, but the reason she gave was "this is the sacred domain of the knights, and even as a princess, she cannot offend it"—see, now you know why she was so adored by the knights, while Morgan was disliked by them.
"Is something the matter, royal sister?" Artoria asked with some seriousness.
She knew that under normal circumstances, Morgan would never take the initiative to find her. For her, a severe socially anxious person and a homebody, to come out, something important must have happened.
"Mm," Morgan nodded, her face grave, and took out the intelligence she had interrogated from the Saxon captive:
[The Usurper King Vortigern issued a royal decree early last year, forbidding all his Saxon subjects from continuing to invade Celtic lands to the west.]
[Violators will be executed without mercy.]
"Eh?"
...
This was an unbelievable piece of intelligence.
Because at first glance, it seemed as if the Usurper King was now afraid of Artoria's power and was trying to use the narrow plain between the Cambrian Mountains and the Cornwall Peninsula as a boundary to divide the ruling territories of the Celts and Saxons, continuing the so-called "dual kings ruling Britain" situation.
But on second thought, the situation didn't seem right.
Early last year—the "Battle of the Ten Kings" hadn't happened yet. Artoria and her people were holed up in that mountain valley, eating hard-to-swallow black bread!
And, thinking carefully about the recent situation, the actions of the Saxons didn't seem to match the content of this royal decree.
According to scout reports, the Saxons, who had been quiet for nearly ten years, seemed to be stirring again recently. They repeatedly invaded the borders of the Celtic kingdoms in squads of a hundred, plundering the villages located near the borderlines.
To curb this passive situation, Artoria had already ordered her sworn brother to lead a hundred-man elite cavalry unit to specifically hunt down these Saxon robbers.
—This sworn brother of hers was an expert at hunting in the mountains. Returning to the lush forests was like returning home for him.
"But, all the evidence indicates that what the Saxons are doing does not match this so-called 'White Dragon King's Decree'."
"What do you think?" Morgan posed this question to Artoria.
The answer was obvious.
"Either the Usurper King is deliberately trying to confuse us, setting up a feint."
"But that's unlikely—he has many ways to set traps, there's no need to resort to such a laborious and unrewarding method."
Conspiracies also had to consider costs and benefits; no one would engage in a losing trade. And if this was a conspiracy, Artoria's side would lose almost nothing. On the contrary, the White Dragon King's side would lose both territory and the hearts of his people.
"Then there's only the second possibility left."
"For some unknown reason, that Usurper King genuinely wants to negotiate for peace."
"But... with his current strength, he can no longer suppress the ambitions of his subordinates to continue expanding!" Morgan said thoughtfully.
And when she looked up again, her eyes, which were always filled with conspiracy, began to sparkle with a sharp light.
"He is weak."
"I don't know for what reason, but right now, he must be very weak!"
"Liya, there may be some risks hidden in this, but this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"We must find out what exactly happened there. And then—"
At this point, Morgan paused.
The flames of revenge were already burning fiercely in her eyes.
"Strike him while he's down!"
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