[These nobles what gives them the right to speak of cooperation with ?]
In the beginning, Huang Silang had indeed wanted to collaborate with Zhang Mazi.
But if Zhang Mazi had compromised on certain things, he would have simply beco another Huang Silang.
Lot and Morgan had never known the aning of compromise.
One was one, two was two.
Perhaps it wasn't the most mature approach, and it might invite countless hardships.
But the future was always shaped by idealists like them.
"I "
The nobleman looked at Morgan, desperate to say sothing.
But before he could, Lot had already ordered the knights to drag him away.
A defeated noble had no right to demand attention.
For those who dared to rebel, there was only one fate.
Once the nobles had been removed, Lot clapped his hands.
"Well then, we've dealt with the obstacles. Now, it's ti to et the remaining nobles."
[Sigh… Things didn't go as I expected. Artoria didn't end up fighting Vortigern to the death instead, we're the ones who had to deal with them. When will my slacker life ever begin?]
Morgan couldn't help but smirk.
Oh, is my husband, still dreaming of slacking off?
Slacking is so boring. If you're going to slack, why not slack with ?
Good thing you're a king. If you were just so knight working under soone else, you'd have been kicked out ages ago.
With that thought, she mounted her warhorse and followed behind Lot.
Now was the mont of greatest glory one Morgan had long awaited.
But as she thought of her father, King Uther, she fell silent.
Father… Your life was indeed honorable. But Lot and I we'll do even better.
Filled with such resolve, she took a few steps forward only to see a lone figure blocking their path.
Lancelot.
Hmph. Finally showed up, huh?
The mont Galahad spotted Lancelot, his grip on his sword tightened.
"Have you co to fight ?"
Lot stared at him, speaking calmly.
Go ahead. If you dare raise your sword, I'll just unleash Gala on you.
"No, of course not. I've only co to apologize for my past mistakes."
Lancelot shook his head.
"It's true I was deceived by those nobles."
Morgan, intrigued, asked him:
"Then, will you pledge yourself to Lot and ?"
She had high expectations for Lancelot's swordsmanship.
Compared to her Lot, he was considerably stronger.
Lancelot shook his head again.
"For now… I have no intention of swearing allegiance to anyone."
"Oh."
Morgan's expression instantly turned frosty.
If you're not here to serve , why should I bother talking to you?
My Husband loves , speaks sweetly, and is devilishly handso why would I waste ti on a man who abandons won like you?
From what Morgan knew, Lancelot was the scum who had abandoned Gala.
Watching Morgan's face shift like a Sichuan opera mask, Lot couldn't help but chuckle.
My wife… really is sothing else.
Morgan shot him a glare.
What?
This is just how I am.
Affection is reserved for you alone.
For everyone else, I'm just a creature of cold calculation.
Lancelot, baffled by her reaction, felt a pang of frustration.
My charm isn't bad among n, is it?
Looks-wise, I'm only slightly worse than Lot at the very least, I'm not inferior to those guys behind him.
So why is it that in Britain, n look at with hatred and won with disgust?
What's going on?
His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed Galahad drawing his sword.
"May I ask… what exactly have I done to offend you?"
Lancelot addressed Galahad directly.
"Nothing. I just think you're scum."
Galahad replied coolly.
"Scum?!"
Lancelot looked utterly bewildered.
I don't even have a lover!
How could I possibly be scum?
I haven't done anything!
He blinked, as if hoping Galahad would provide a clearer explanation.
But Morgan, seeing Gala's stance, waved a hand dismissively.
"Enough, Gala. Let's move on."
"Yes, Lady Morgan."
Galahad imdiately sheathed his sword and fell in step behind Lot and Morgan.
Leaving Lancelot standing alone, utterly lost.
…Why?
anwhile, in the nobles' district, the remaining aristocrats were plunged into despair.
"How could they dare to do such a thing?!"
One of them cried out in panic.
News of the radical nobles' failed rebellion had spread, and now, all of them trembled in fear.
What kind of person was Morgan?
In their eyes, she was vindictive to the bone.
Even without reason, she would find a way to crush the nobility.
Now that she had reason wouldn't she exterminate them all?
We're innocent!
We just wanted to negotiate with Lady Morgan!
Now, thanks to those fools, we're all dood!
Panic consud them.
And then they heard it.
The thunder of hooves as knights surrounded their mansions.
It's over.
Our end has co.
Trembling, the nobles shuffled outside only to face Morgan and Lot on horseback, gazing down at them with cold authority.
So of the nobles' legs gave out, and they collapsed to their knees.
"Now then I intend to beco Queen of Calot. Do any of you object?"
Morgan declared, her voice ringing with triumph.
The nobles shook their heads frantically.
No objections! None at all!
Just spare our lives!
Morgan suppressed a smirk.
Lot was right.
If you want to open a window, people will resist. But if you threaten to tear off the roof, they'll gladly let you open the window.
[This is what it ans to earn your standing and your coin with dignity.]
Lot watched the nobles submit, inwardly pleased.
Morgan and Lot exchanged a glance.
Good. As of now, the obstacles to Morgan's ascension have all but vanished.
The tide of history cannot be reversed she will rule Calot.
As for rlin interfering?
Unlikely.
That old swindler was far too cunning to make such a direct move.
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