"Tap!"
Arthur had been walking around with Tom for quite a while when he suddenly stopped and turned around with a smile.
"Sister, how long do you plan to keep watching? You're always like this."
"Hmph!"
With a soft snort, Morgan stepped out of thin air as if she had appeared from nowhere. Crossing her arms proudly, she asked:
"Arthur! You've returned to Britannia—why aren't you going back to the White Chalk City? What are you doing here?"
Arthur chuckled.
"I'm the King of Britannia. Of course I need to handle the kingdom's affairs. Unlike you, who doesn't manage anything."
"Hmm?!"
Morgan imdiately bristled.
"You can hand the throne to ! I could definitely—"
"No problem."
Arthur replied without hesitation.
"If you're interested, the throne is yours. But Agravain only handles routine work—you can't dump everything on him. A king has responsibilities too."
"…That…"
Morgan froze.
Truthfully, she knew herself very well.
Sches and conspiracies? Governing a nation? She had no skill points invested in any of that. She simply disliked Arthur being king—once because she believed their father favored him. Now? It was mostly habit, sibling rivalry.
But when Arthur genuinely offered the throne, she hesitated.
Arthur laughed softly.
"If you're interested, that's fine—but being king isn't easy."
Being a tyrant was simple. Being a wise ruler was not. Arthur knew Morgan had no real interest in ruling—only lingering resentnt.
"Hmph!"
Morgan snorted irritably.
"You're still as annoying as ever."
With a flash, she vanished as if she had never appeared.
Arthur shook his head with a smile.
"My sister never changes."
Gareth spoke softly beside him.
"Mother has changed a lot. She's completely different from before."
Morgan hadn't truly cared about the throne—fate itself had once pushed her into the role of Arthur's enemy. Freed from that influence in this world, she had returned to her true self. Now she simply didn't know how to interact with her younger brother.
Arthur waved the topic away.
"Tom, I'll leave everything to you. If there are problems, contact Agravain."
Tom laughed heartily.
"Leave it to , Your Majesty! I'll build everything to be truly magnificent!"
Watching Arthur leave, Tom fell into thought.
He rembered the blueprint hidden in his possession.
The blueprint of a legendary ship.
"No… not yet," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'll talk to the King in a few days. That weapon is too dangerous. If it's built now, Britannia will beco the world's target."
Even so, he had already made his decision.
Whether Arthur would conquer or destroy the world was not his concern. His duty was to build ships and weapons worthy of the kingdom.
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Walking through Britannia, Lamorak spoke calmly:
"Your Majesty. Tom is hesitating. He is hiding sothing."
Arthur smiled.
"I know. When he's ready, he'll tell himself."
Soon, they returned to White Chalk City.
Unlike other cities filled with residents, this city remained quiet. It housed only the royal palace and the Round Table Knights' castles.
The gates were always open—if enemies reached this place, walls would be aningless.
Galahad stepped forward and knelt.
"Your Majesty. The knight corps has been settled. They will rest for three days before training resus. The force will expand to ten thousand."
Arthur nodded.
"Good. Next ti, the main knight corps will march—not the trainee knights."
Inside the palace study, Agravain sat buried in docunts.
Seeing Arthur, he stood imdiately.
"Your Majesty! I failed to greet you. Please forgive ."
Arthur waved it off.
"I know how busy you are."
Looking at the mountains of paperwork, Arthur asked:
"Has Britannia's population grown this much?"
Agravain nodded.
"Our population has reached 120,000. More civilians are arriving each day. They seek stability and work."
He continued:
"Tom is overseeing roads, bridges, underwater tunnels, farmland expansion, and resource mining. His abilities are extraordinary."
Arthur was surprised. Tom was not rely a shipwright—he was a master engineer.
After hearing the full report, Arthur fell into thought.
Then he said decisively:
"Prepare the Round Table."
"The first Round Table eting will begin."
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