Sister Showdown in the Round Table Meeting

"Understood, please tell the Knight King for me first, I'll be right there!"

"Okay, Lord Lot."

After the little maid's voice gradually faded away, Ian looked at Morgan, who was biting her lip tightly, and said with a bit of apology:

"Princess, you should have heard it too, I'm afraid we have to stop here for now."

"..."

Morgan's hands tightly grabbed Ian's clothes.

"Can't you not go?"

"Since she's the one who ultimately decides whether a knight joins or not, it doesn't make any difference whether you're there or not, right?"

"What you said is indeed correct."

Ian didn't refute Morgan's words.

"But Princess, she may have other things that need me to measure—this is very important to our plan."

"..."

Morgan turned her face away, and after a while, she spoke again.

"Then I'll go with you."

"..."

"What kind of look is that? Don't you want to see me do this?"

"It's not that." Ian shook his head, "I just remember that Princess, you said that you didn't want to see Artoria."

"The meeting later may be very long, which may be a very torturous process for you."

"..."

Morgan held Ian's hand tightly.

"Then I'm going too!"

"Okay." Ian never stopped any of Morgan's actions.

"Princess, then please go with me, it's also an honor for me."

"Well, you understand."

[You agreed to Morgan.]

[You and her went to the place set by Artoria.]

[Along the way, you could feel Morgan squeezing your hand hard.]

[You could feel that she seemed a little nervous.]

Creak.

The heavy wooden door slowly opened.

Ian and Morgan arrived at the location where the round table meeting was held.

Artoria didn't set it at the throne.

The reason is simple—she hopes that when the round table meeting is held, every knight who participates can regard himself as a member of the knight, not a high-ranking king.

Now, Artoria is sitting in the middle of the round table.

She has changed into the clothes that the king should wear, and the whole person looks majestic, making it impossible to realize that she is actually young.

When she saw Ian and Morgan appear at the same time, she frowned slightly, but quickly returned to her usual calm.

"Why did the two of you appear at the same time?"

"Sir Ian, I think I ordered such that I only invited you, right? Did the servant make a mistake in conveying the message?"

Morgan's eyes were full of resentment when she looked at Artoria.

Ian knew that if she were to speak, the complexity of the matter would probably rise to another level.

Thinking of this, he explained first:

"Knight King, there is no problem with the information conveyed by the servant. You did invite me alone."

"But—"

Ian grabbed Morgan's hand.

"As my wife, she has a little interest in this kind of thing."

"So I beg you to make an exception and let her witness this round table meeting with us."

Morgan was naturally unconvinced in her heart.

But she also knew that she didn't need to make a fuss in this situation.

"..."

"I see." Artoria nodded, "Then—"

"Let's make a special permission for this visit."

"But I have to say first, those who enter the round table should take the etiquette of the round table as the first priority. If there is any offense, don't blame me for being rude."

"That's natural."

"Well." Artoria approved of all this.

"Sir Ian, then sit over here with me."

"Today is not a specific round table meeting, but just an inspection of the people recommended by Sir Gaheris and Sir Gawain."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a while, nodded, and then sat next to Artoria as required.

And Morgan naturally sat on his other side.

So—

Ian was directly sandwiched between Morgan and Artoria.

Of course.

From the perspective of others, it was just that they sat on the same side.

But Ian, who was in it, still felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Let Bedivere in." Artoria said.

"Yes."

As the Knight King issued such an order, the door opened again.

And this time it was a young man who came in.

He had silver hair and light green eyes, and he was tall and straight, and the whole person looked very energetic.

"King Arthur, and everyone, it's a great honor to meet you."

The young man greeted very politely.

"I am Bedivere. I came here especially because I admired the reputation of the Knight King. I hope to join the Knight King's command and raise a sword for Camelot."

[Bedivere's first impression is indeed good.]

[Whether it's you or Artoria, you can feel the qualities that a knight needs in him.]

[As the Knight King, Artoria talked to him—the scope of the conversation was very broad, including but not limited to military and agriculture.]

[This is a very comprehensive assessment, which is by no means something that ordinary people can handle.]

[You know now is not the time for you to speak.]

[You decided to wait for a while.]

[But Morgan on the side didn't seem to want to let you be idle like this.]

"Ian, this is indeed a long and boring process."

Morgan said to Ian next to her while maintaining a dignified appearance.

"Do you think so too?"

"Boring and tasteless repetition is also a rule that knights must follow." Ian explained, "Princess, maybe you can leave early, I will explain it to her for you."

"Oh—?"

Morgan showed an unhappy smile.

"Ian, do you want me to leave quickly so that you can be alone with that woman later?"

"..."

"Princess, I don't mean that. I just don't want to see you feel uncomfortable because of boredom."

"Yes, I really don't want to waste my time on boring things."

"So—"

One of Morgan's hands sneaked under the cloth.

These are red tablecloths specially tailored for the round table. Their area is much larger than the round table itself. After hanging down from the edge, the excess part can almost reach the ground.

Rustle.

The cloth on the edge of the table swayed gently like a snake passing through grass.

Suddenly.

Her hands reached place important to Ian.

She grabbed it and started rubbing it.

Ian trembled all over.

He looked down.

"Princess, you are..."

"Shhh—"

Morgan smiled and made a gesture in front of her lips with her other hand.

"Isn't it much more interesting now?"

"Or, are you unwilling to provide me with pleasure in this way?"

"..."

"I see."

Today's Morgan is not the princess she was when they first met.

Just as Ian fully understands how the spear should serve his princess, Morgan also understands where her knight's weakness lies.

She still has master-level skills in playing with Ian's weapon.

What's more, it's in this kind of one-sided forced situation.

"Vulnerable, Ian."

Morgan's hand in the dark gently pressed something.

It was his two sensitive orbs.

"What do you think will happen if I defeat you here?"

"Princess, I believe you won't do that."

"That's not necessarily true."

Morgan looked at Artoria and Bedivere, who were still talking in the distance.

"Don't you think it's interesting to mess up this so-called round table meeting?"

"..."

"Ian, it seems you don't think so."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Princess, I just think that you are probably saying such things because you are angry now."

"I'm thinking about whether there is another possibility to solve this problem."

"Well, there is indeed."

Morgan put one hand on her chin, and the other hand in the dark rubbed something on the chair.

"It depends on whether you can find it."

[You know this is Morgan's hint.]

[The fact that she said it means that this possibility must be realized, and it will be realized in the simplest way.]

[Then—the answer is obvious.]

The hanging cloth of the round table once again drilled into the winding snake.

Ian's hands reached towards something important to morgan.

Her touched it and started exploring inside.

This time, it was Morgan who trembled all over.

"Knight, it seems you are quite smart."

"It's because the hint given by the princess is reasonable."

"Just—"

Ian looked at Artoria nodding frequently in the distance.

"I think it would be better to do this after returning to your bedroom?"

"No."

Morgan denied Ian's statement.

"I just want to do this."

"Ian, you are my knight, and you can't escape."

"Princess, I understand."

Morgan finally let Ian go and let him complete the stop that a knight should have.

But she herself showed an improper look.

In front of Bedivere and Artoria who were still talking, she, who was aroused by Ian, kissed the knight directly and nonchalantly.

No one knew whether she did it on purpose or unintentionally.

This scene was seen by Bedivere, who asked somewhat at a loss:

"Knight King, they..."

Artoria said without turning her head.

"It's okay, you continue."

"I'm very interested in your ideas."

"Oh..."

Although Bedivere always felt that something was strange.

But since the Knight King had said so, he didn't seem to have to care too much.

[The meeting ended in a very subtle and awkward atmosphere.]

[Artoria was very satisfied with Bedivere, who wanted to join the Round Table Knights.]

["He is indeed an extremely excellent knight, worthy of being recommended by Sir Gawain and Sir Gaheris."]

["I allow you to become a member of the Round Table Knights."]

[Bedivere was also very satisfied with the result.]

[After thanking her, he left under Artoria's arrangement.]

[And she turned her attention to you.]

"Do you have any dissatisfaction with the round table meeting?"

Artoria looked at Ian and Morgan in front of her.

"If you do, you can bring it up to me, and I will consider whether it is worth modifying because of your proposal."

"But protesting like that just now will definitely be meaningless."

"No, no."

Morgan showed a smile inherited from the royal family.

"I was indeed wrong just now."

While saying this, she grabbed Ian's hand.

"He loves me so much that I can't help but respond to this burning love."

"Knight·King, I apologize to you."

Morgan's words were more of a provocation than an apology.

Artoria flashed a complicated expression, but quickly returned to normal.

She smiled slightly and then replied:

"So that's how it is."

"Responding to burning emotions is indeed what an excellent woman should do."

"Then—"

"You must also have a sufficiently burning emotion for Sir Ian, right?"

Morgan smiled calmly.

"I'm already his wife, is there any action more ardent than this?"

"Or do you, Knight King, want to deny this?"

"Heh, if that's the case, it's a bit disappointing."

Artoria looked at Morgan for a long time before speaking again:

"I never deny any emotion."

"Because for the person who holds it, it is a priceless treasure."

"You are very lucky to have Sir Ian's kind of emotion, and I hope you will always be lucky."

"Isn't that taken for granted?"

"Those who get it will naturally be lucky, those who don't..."

Morgan didn't finish speaking.

She and Artoria looked at each other, and their eyes contained a confrontation that could not be measured by words.

It definitely couldn't be called an argument, but it was far more noisy than an argument.

However, continuing this silence seemed meaningless.

The young king turned around without saying a word and walked towards the rising sun.

And the princess by the round table grabbed the hand of the knight beside her.

"Ian."

"Princess, what's wrong?"

"What I said just now... forget it, it's nothing."

[Bedivere passed King Arthur's test and successfully became a member of the Round Table Knights.]

[His calm and polite appearance also allowed him to quickly integrate into the Round Table Knights.]

[But unfortunately, because of the kiss by the round table, his impression of you and Morgan was not very good, and it was very difficult to win him over.]

[But Morgan didn't care.]

[For her, that kiss was something that had to be left on your face.]

[What's more, in terms of the number of knights, the Round Table Knights are still under your and her absolute control.]

[She thought she had won very thoroughly in that confrontation.]

[Until this day, the little maid brought you new news.]

"Lord Ian, there is a letter from the Knight King to you."

"Oh, okay."

Ian took the letter and returned to Morgan to open it.

After seeing the content above, he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Artoria is going to lead the army in person."

"Isn't that what we planned?"

"Yes, but—"

Ian looked at the content above.

"She requires me to accompany her."