Streaming in Camelot!

Silver Sword Forest – Kingdom of Camelot

The ancient trees of Silver Sword Forest stood tall as their silver-tinged leaves rustled softly in the warm afternoon breeze. Sunlight trickled through the dense canopy to cast golden streaks upon the grassy clearing where four figures gathered.

Galehaut and Lot sat against a fallen log.

The massive knight looked unimpressed while the much, much smaller one fanned himself desperately.

"Unbelievable…"

Galehaut grumbled as he scratched his thick, unruly beard.

His deep voice carried heavy annoyance.

"Why the hell do we have to be here for this?"

Already drenched in sweat under his chainmail, Lot glanced at him with a dry expression.

"Because Prince Arthur asked us to…"

He muttered, waving his hand for more airflow.

"It's not like we can just refuse."

At the mention of Arthur, the giant knight suddenly stiffened like he'd been hit with a charm. His expression—usually as cold as the northern ice—melted into something downright ridiculous. His cheeks turned a shade of red that did not belong on a warrior of his stature.

Shyly looking away, he twiddled his thick fingers like a maiden in love.

"O—ohh… Prince Arthur made the request?"

Galehaut muttered as his voice cracked slightly.

"W-, Well then! If it's for him, I'll do it!"

Lot's face contorted in absolute disbelief.

"Oh gods… you still have a crush on Prince Arthur?"

Galehaut whipped his head around, glaring. "What of it?"

Lot wiped his face as his soul visibly left his body.

"Lad… you were the Giant Lord of the Distant Isles! You slaughtered whole armies! And now you're blushing over Prince Arthur?"

With a thunderous boom, Galehaut slammed his massive fist onto the ground to shake the earth beneath them.

"Giants can love too, damn it!"

Lot nearly bit his tongue from the impact.

"Alright, alright! No need to start another war over it!"

He sighed, then smirked.

"Speaking of love…"

His gaze drifted forward to the most elegant figure in their group.

A young woman with cascading black waves of hair stood before them as her mesmerizing blue eyes gleamed with intelligence and mystery. She wore a luxurious dark blue robe over a finely crafted chemise dress, and the silken fabric hugged her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her beauty was ethereal, heightened by her pointed ears—an exotic trait that only added to her absolute sexiness.

Her chest and hips were full, her posture regal, and her presence captivating.

Morgana Pendragon.

Half-sister to Arthur. Sorceress of Camelot.

A woman out of reach for most men in the world.

Galehaut scoffed at Lot's wistful expression.

"As if a deeply desired maiden like Morgana would fall for a scrawny bastard like you."

Lot twitched. He clenched his tiny fist and smacked the ground in defiance.

"SHUT UP!"

Galehaut let out a deep, rumbling chuckle.

"Heh. Small men, short tempers."

Lot snapped, then quickly stood up with all the dignity his height allowed.

"I'M NOT SHORT!"

Before the argument could escalate, Morgana turned and fixed them both with an exasperated glare.

"Can you two please shut up?"

She huffed, placing a hand on her hip.

"The Wise One is about to start a stream, and I will not have you two ruining it."

Lot immediately felt his soul shrivel. His entire body jolted like a startled rabbit as he stammered—

"O-oh! Uh—s-, sorry, Princess Morgana!"

Ever the warrior, Galehaut bowed his head.

"Our apologies, my princess."

Morgana nodded in satisfaction as her strawberry lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"Good."

Then, with a swift motion, she adjusted a small wooden tripod stand and placed an enchanted glass slate upon it—an artifact of great power, one that connected even the most distant of lands… it was a smartphone.

With a tap of her finger, the "stream" began.

She lifted her head and spoke with clarity.

"It's rolling, Lady Merlin!"

Her voice was smooth as velvet.

At the center of the clearing stood a breathtaking figure.

A tall woman with unparalleled beauty, clad in a form-fitting purple dress with golden accents. It wasn't revealing, yet it did little to conceal the sheer voluptuousness of her figure. Her curves were divine, her hips impossibly wide, and her chest full enough to challenge the laws of physics.

In better words… she had a chest the size of watermelons and a butt as shapely and firm as oranges!

Her long, luscious black hair cascaded down her back in a chaotic yet graceful mess, partly hidden beneath an extravagant sorcerer's hat. Her piercing purple eyes gleamed with a wisdom far beyond mortal comprehension.

She was the legendary Merlin.

She smiled at the camera with an effortless charm.

"Good evening, Britannia…"

These three words oddly came out seductively.

"Your Wise and Beautiful Lady Merlin is here to bless you with knowledge once more."

A flood of glowing text filled the enchanted slate—messages from countless viewers across the world.

[LanceLot69: First!]

└ [Of course your perverted ass is first. 💀]

└ [Fr, isn't he like Medusa's top contributor on OnlyLads]

[PrinceArty_Official: Morgana looking fine as always.. 👀]

└ [Prince of Alabama suits you better.]

└ [That's your sister, bro. 💀💀]

└ [Game is game kek.]

[Excalibae: Gotta say, Lady Merlin, your wisdom is truly… 'well-rounded.' I deeply approve.]

[GIVE US MORE SPELLS, MERLIN!]

･･･

The moment the stream went live, glowing text flooded the enchanted glass slate in front of Morgana. The chat was already moving at an insane speed—so fast that even her sharp eyes could barely keep up.

Morgana giggled softly as her delicate fingers swiped up to catch a few comments before they disappeared.

"Wow, the stream just started, and Lady Merlin already has over five hundred thousand viewers? Those are some impressive numbers."

She glanced up at Merlin and flashed a thumbs-up.

Merlin smirked, tilting her sorcerer's hat slightly as she raised two fingers in a peace sign toward the camera.

"Alright, alright, let's have a little patience now."

Her voice carried that smooth, teasing lilt that made her fans absolutely lose their minds.

"It's your favorite sorcerer girl, Merlin, and we'll be starting off with a simple outfit of the day~"

The chat exploded.

[ZeusTheThunderDaddy: Maybe take the outfit off instead? Now that's what I'd like to see.]

└ [Demeter: 🤢 Of course, this weird old man is here.]

└ [Aphrodite: I swear, I'm just glad to be rid of Zeus. Merlin, please, please don't even look at his face no matter how many donations he drops.]

└ [ZeusTheThunderDaddy: Jeez, what's with the hate?]

└ [Aphrodite: Who doesn't hate you?!]

[PoseidonWaveLord: Merlin, don't mind my brother. I'll take responsibility for anything he says, alright?]

└ [Bro, on my momma this ain't getting you any hoes 💀 Especially not Merlin.]

[LanceLot69: Chat, can we just watch the damn stream in peace, please?]

Just then, a massive donation notification popped up on the enchanted screen.

[@ZeusTheThunderDaddy has donated 1,000 Gold Coins.]

The chat immediately blew up.

[RichSquire27: A THOUSAND?!]

[GoldDiggerKnight: Zeus really out here trying to buy Merlin's attention. What about me? 😔]

[CommonerNoCoins: Bro, some families have never even seen a single gold coin, and this guy just throws them like copper. I swear it's pissing me off… 😡🤬]

[PrinceArty_Official: Classic Zeus.]

[It's not gonna work, big guy. Merlin's immune to simps.]

Merlin let out a soft chuckle as she leaned back to adjust her sorcerer's hat.

"Well, thanks, Zeus, for the thousand gold coins…"

She said smoothly as her voice carried just enough tone to make it clear she wasn't impressed.

She flicked her wrist, and a faint shimmer of mana danced across her dress as she gestured toward it.

"So! Today's dress is from Olympian Couture."

She gave the camera a playful twirl which made the fabric shimmer under the soft forest light.

"It cost me about 150 gold coins, and let me tell you, they deliver fast. Not only that, but they also give you this super cute bracelet—"

She lifted her left wrist to the camera to show off a sleek silver bracelet of divine craftsmanship.

"—made from authentic Mount Olympus silver."

The chat reacted instantly.

[NoGoldKnight: 150 gold coins?!]

[She's saying 150 like it's nothing… Meanwhile, some of us are out here surviving on bronze and copper taxes.]

[RichLordAspirant: Bro, it's Olympian Couture. Their target audience isn't the round-bellied Baron living off commoner scraps. It's for the 1% of the 1%!]

[Oh yeah, Olympian Couture is co-owned by Clotho, Athena, and Hephaestus. Of course, it's expensive. Keep up with the trends guys.]

Merlin shifted slightly, then turned around so the camera could get a view of the steel belts hugging her waist. The purple gemstones embedded in them glowed faintly, runes etched across their surface.

"And thanks to Stellaris Jewelry and their expert rune craftsmanship, I can now wear all my runes at once with zero discomfort. Seriously, you all should really patronize Stellaris, okay?"

She gave another playful spin, and for a moment, her massive hips filled the entire camera view.

The chat lost its mind.

[Excalibae: HOLY HIPS.]

[LanceLot69: She can't keep getting away with this. I need some ointment to rub one off…]

[ZeusTheThunderDaddy: Sweet Olympus… Merlin's hips are giving me a thunderous boner. They're bigger than Aphrodite's! On our souls I'm right! 🔥]

└ [Aphrodite: 😤 Well duh! That's because this bitch is fucking padding.]

└ [HeraQueen: Tch. You're just jealous.]

At this point, Morgana was staring at Merlin like a starstruck maiden, her arms folded tightly as she practically sparkled with admiration.

"So those are the legendary runes…"

She breathed.

"The Runes of Power, Runes of Protection, and even the Runes of Knowledge."

She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath like she was absorbing the sheer majesty of the moment—then silently screeched like a fangirl seeing her celebrity crush in real life.

Galehaut, who had been watching the whole thing with his arms crossed, let out a thoughtful hum.

"… I might like Prince Arthur, but if Lady Merlin ever gave me a chance… I'd take it. She's built like a fort."

He licked his lips.

"A very ravishing fort… mmm…"

Lot gave him an unimpressed side-eye.

"As if Merlin would ever want to deal with the monstrous dragon in your pants."

Galehaut narrowed his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Lot deadpanned.

"It means that thing is built like a mutated eggplant."

For a split second, Galehaut looked genuinely hurt.

Then, refusing to show weakness, he crossed his arms haughtily and looked away.

"Hmph! As if I give a flying horse dung about what a short loser like you thinks."

Lot's face twitched violently.

"… I'M NOT SHORT!!!"

The chat erupted again.

[Lot, my guy, you really gotta stop reacting to it, you're making it worse.]

[Lot is proof that good things don't ALWAYS come in small packages. 😔]

[Excalibae: RIP Lot. Death by emotional damage.]

[PrinceArty_Official: Bro, focus on the stream. I need to know if Stellaris does custom engravings.]

└ [LanceLot69: What, for Guinevere?]

└ [PrinceArty_Official: …Yeah?]

└ [LanceLot69: You sound too sure she'd like it.]

└ [PrinceArty_Official: And why wouldn't she? It's not like she's your betrothed. 🤷‍♂️]

[@LanceLot69 has left the chat.]

･･･

Merlin glanced at the comments, smirking.

"Ahh, poor Lancelot. Tragic."

Then, flipping her hair effortlessly, she turned her gaze back to the screen and winked.

"But enough about that. Let's finally move on to real magic, shall we?"

The chat exploded.

And the stream? Still going strong.