Artoria Pendragon looked at Lot with panicked eyes.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest.
Her feet unconsciously retreated backward.
"Your Majesty, please don't!"
With an expression as if she were about to be violated, she pleaded fearfully to Morgan.
"Enough nonsense let see!"
Morgan's grin grew even more nacing as she began making grasping motions with her hands.
"Your Majesty Morgan, please mind your dignity!"
Artoria continued backing away as she spoke.
Seeing this expression, Morgan burst into laughter.
Then, she waved her hand dismissively and said to Artoria, "We're both won what's wrong with a little mutual touching?"
"Ah !"
Hearing Morgan's words, Artoria's expression instantly froze. At the sa ti, her cheeks flushed bright red.
I'm done for. I've been found out.
This was the only thought remaining in Artoria's mind.
anwhile, on the other side, Lot's expression was also one of surprise.
[Is my wife really planning to reveal this matter? Well, that's fine too. Still, dear, is it really okay to tease your little sister like this? "We're both won what's wrong with a little mutual touching?" Then again, this is the advantage of being female. When won touch won, it's called "the citrus is thriving." But if n touch n, they're labeled as perverted old homosexuals. The gender discrimination is truly staggering.]
Morgan shot Lot a glare.
You! isn't this exactly what you were thinking just now?
Hmph, just watch what I do.
Morgan stepped forward again and forcefully knocked on Artoria's chest with her hand.
Her face then took on a look of disappointnt.
"What a pity. Your developnt is truly tragic. Artoria, where has all that food you've been eating even gone?" Morgan shook her head regretfully.
At the sa ti,
she was inwardly delighted.
Ah, this is the physique befitting the Pendragon lineage!
What nonsense like Gawain? Those are aberrations!
I refuse to acknowledge them!
Also, I rember that husband of hers once told Artoria would undergo another growth spurt after wielding the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad. If that happens, wouldn't I seem smaller by comparison?
Dammit
How can that be allowed?!
According to the asurents that husband of hers took,
I'm definitely a D-cup.
If a D-cup still looks small, what kind of world is this?!
Morgan suddenly felt like crying.
"Your Majesty, please behave with dignity!"
Artoria, subjected to Morgan's antics, grew even more flustered.
Lot watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.
Since Morgan's actions were all over the clothes, he didn't need to avoid the scene out of propriety.
[Hahaha, the legendary King of Arthur reduced to such a state this is truly hilarious. Ah, watching my wife bully my sister-in-law is endlessly entertaining.]
You incorrigible !
Morgan shot Lot another glare.
Then, she turned her attention back to Artoria.
"I've known your gender for a long ti,"
she said with a smile.
"Ah? You've known all along?"
Artoria couldn't help but ask.
"Of course. What in this world could be hidden from … or from Lot, for that matter?"
Morgan proudly began, then rembered Lot was present and added him to the statent.
"Then… you still allowed to beco the leader of the Knights of the Round Table?"
"Of course. Why would that be a problem?" Morgan replied, tilting her head in confusion.
"I chose you because your abilities are unmatched you possess the qualifications to perfectly serve as the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. Why wouldn't I place you in that position?"
"As for being a woman…"
Here, Morgan paused, then smugly pointed at herself.
"If we're talking about won, am I not one as well? If I can beco the King of Calot, what's wrong with you becoming a knight of Britain?"
"But… isn't that due to Your Majesty's lineage?"
Artoria continued in a small voice.
In this world's human society, authority was still primarily held by n.
Only soone as wise as Her Majesty Morgan, or with martial prowess matching Queen Scáthach, could earn the reverence of n.
Later, there was Gawain, but what was Gawain's status? The daughter of Lot and Her Majesty Morgan. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
In other words, the crown princess.
And herself?
Just an ordinary person.
How could such a vast gap ever be compared?
Ever since obtaining the two holy swords, Artoria had felt nothing but trepidation, terrified that her performance on the battlefield might prove inadequate. For this reason, she had trained relentlessly to hone her skills.
Hearing her sister speak like this, Morgan laughed and said to Artoria,
"What if I told you that your lineage is the sa as mine? How would you react?"
"Ah ?"
Artoria's expression remained one of bewildernt.
Not because she didn't understand, but because the idea struck her as utterly unbelievable.
Too absurd.
Wasn't I just an ordinary knight's foster child? How could I share the sa blood as Her Majesty the Queen?
Unless
Artoria's face paled as she considered the possibilities.
Seeing the change in Artoria's expression, Morgan reached out to examine her face.
"If we didn't share the sa blood, why do you think we look so alike?"
she asked Artoria.
[That's not necessarily true. Sotis, the "Saber face" is just a quirk of this world.]
Lot continued his internal comntary.
Hearing this, Morgan turned and shot him another glare.
You this has nothing to do with you right now.
"Your Majesty Morgan… you're not joking, are you?"
Artoria still refused to believe it and pressed Morgan for confirmation.
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