Political Marriage!
A union forged for political gain, completely disregarding the will of those involved, forcibly sending them far away to a foreign land.
To put it bluntly, a married-off princess was like spilled water—no one cared whether she lived or died.
She was nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool to end wars and facilitate trade between two nations.
But Mordred was willing to sacrifice herself for Britain—willing to marry into China, on the other side of the world!
"Restoring Britain’s glory is our duty!"
"Father, this ti, let bring a bright and prosperous future to Britain!"
Mordred puffed out her chest, her voice brimming with fearless resolve as she declared this passionately.
"Mordred, you’ve truly grown." King Arthur gave a slight nod.
This heartwarming display of familial affection left the Chinese delegation deeply moved.
Clearly, this so-called Knight of Trachery and Pri Minister of Britain was prepared to sacrifice herself for her country.
Zhuge Liang gently fanned himself with his feather fan, so moved that he decided to show just a sliver of rcy.
He would rely acquire Britain’s power grids, railways, oil companies, and so on—all for the sake of bringing happiness and prosperity to the British people.
If you can’t manage these things yourselves, then just hand them over to !
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
See? As the world’s most benevolent strategist, he truly had the common people’s best interests at heart!
He was definitely not the scheming rabbit, always hiding a brick behind his back!
Zhuge Liang cleared his throat. "My... dear British friends, regarding our collaboration, I have three points to propose..."
"What points?" Mordred instantly turned her head, eyes full of wariness.
As a rookie Pri Minister, she was far too green to handle this old fox.
Earlier, I almost carelessly signed a pile of contracts.
Just then,
Qin Shi Huang suddenly waved his hand: "The new video ’The Sacred Round Table Realm’ released by Alaya contains a wealth of information. We shall give you ti to digest it."
This wasn’t rely about giving the other side ti to process.
It also allowed everyone from China to collect their thoughts.
If the eting didn’t adjourn soon, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their laughter!
This ti, Alaya’s revelations were too explosive—it was practically a public flogging of the Knights of the Round Table.
A public execution of reputation!
Even the Chinese delegation could feel the overwhelming awkwardness.
Zhuge Liang smiled faintly: "As His Majesty commands, we shall wait for you to rest before continuing."
"Are you laughing at us?" Mordred gritted her teeth, barely containing her temper.
"No, no. Smiling is simply part of Chinese etiquette. Besides, I was just thinking of sothing happy."
Zhuge Liang calmly fanned himself with his feathered fan.
This was an official eting between two nations—what a brat, unable to keep her cool.
"What happy thing?" Mordred found it harder and harder to suppress her rage.
The public humiliation was already unbearable.
And now, these people seed to be mocking them.
Enough was enough!
If she could nearly stab her own father, why should she fear so foreigner?
Zhuge Liang replied: "China’s economy has grown again."
"..."
Mordred turned her glare to Chen Gong beside him. "And what are you laughing at?"
"Of course, I’m also happy about China’s economic growth!" Chen Gong answered without hesitation.
Though, truth be told, he was even happier to see the great hero Arash, followed by the Sun King Rasses II, and the even more formidable Emiya the Great.
It made him practically drool with admiration—
No, it made him eager to befriend them.
Chen Gong had already beco their devoted fan, ready to rush over and embrace them—
You are all such magnificent heroes!
"I’ve had enough of you! You’re going too far!"
Mordred’s face flushed bright red.
A mighty Heroic Spirit, yet subjected to repeated public humiliation—it was intolerable.
Zhuge Liang remained seated calmly. "No, no, you misunderstand. I truly am just happy about China’s economic rise and our potential cooperation with Britain."
"You were clearly laughing at the whole ti!" Mordred pointed a trembling finger at him.
Zhuge Liang sighed helplessly. "Pri Minister Mordred, we are all rigorously trained professionals. No matter how funny sothing is, we would never laugh."
"...Unless we can’t help it," Chen Gong added.
Zhuge Liang shot him a sidelong glance before quickly emphasizing, "In that case, why don’t you take a break first? We can resu discussions once you’ve composed yourselves."
"Fine. We’re leaving."
Mordred followed her father out of the room.
If she stayed any longer, she might just draw her sword and unleash her Noble Phantasm!
The British delegation, led by King Arthur, filed out of the conference hall.
But the mont they stepped outside, laughter erupted from the room.
Bang—
Mordred turned and shoved the door open again.
The Chinese Pri Minister and Vice Pri Minister both looked at her with solemn expressions. "Is sothing the matter, Pri Minister?"
"Nothing."
Mordred spun on her heel and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
The renewed laughter from inside made her tremble with fury.
"Damn you, Alaya! And damn you, Naless!"
Mordred clenched her fists and strode away without looking back.
This massive exposure of her dark history by Alaya was nothing short of a disgrace for the entire Round Table of Calot.
But it was precisely this incident that gave her the confidence to make her father abandon Naless!
After all, it was the King herself who willingly gave him up!
If the marriage alliance were to succeed in the future, she would defeat that guy fair and square—
And make him cling to her, unwilling to leave her side, whether on the couch, the bed... or anywhere else!
Mordred’s flushed face, initially twisted in anger, suddenly took on a hint of smugness—
If the King were to bow her head and beg for rcy, she might just consider it...
After her departure.
The conference hall erupted in laughter.
They had been holding it in for far too long.
Watching the humiliation of Calot’s heroic spirits while maintaining a solemn facade had been pure torture.
Zhuge Liang, his eyes brimming with amusent, cupped his hands in admiration. "Your Majesty is truly wise!"
Had the Emperor not insisted on the public broadcast, they would never have shattered Calot’s morale so thoroughly.
In war, the strongest fortress falls not to siege, but to the mind!
Now, with their spirit broken, the Britons would be at their rcy.
"Did they really think they could laugh at Us and walk away unscathed?"
Qin Shi Huang’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Back when The First Emperor of All Ages was aired, the Britons had mocked him relentlessly.
But it didn’t matter.
In the end, he had flawlessly displayed the majesty of the Eternal Sovereign, standing alongside his ntor to battle the primordial lifeforms corrupted by eldritch horrors—earning even greater admiration from the masses.
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