Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 3 Oh, My Witch Sister
"Kailar! You're such an idiot, I hate you so much... You're the most annoying!"

Well, Kelar always manages to step on landmines accurately, and every time he can make Artorius so angry that he can't eat. It can be seen how much Kelar is hated. After pushing him hard, the little Artorius turned around and ran away.

Kelar was suddenly attacked and staggered in surprise. Although he was caught off guard, fortunately his lower body was stable enough and he was not pushed down by the little girl, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"She's just a little girl after all, so easy to understand."

Kelar shrugged. This little knight squire was brought back from the royal capital by his irresponsible father. Even though Kelar didn't know much about the history of the moon, he could still detect the true identity of this little girl with his artificial eye.

but……

I'm afraid that Hector and the human king in the royal capital never thought of hiding it from him?
"So, I automatically join the Red Dragon Clan?" Kelar touched his chin and said to himself, "Really? You don't even give me a chance to jump left or right. I've never seen a humble king who can use the Ansar people to his advantage!"

But Lily is very cute, isn’t she? The little red dragon is the best in the world!

Kelar, who was locked into the Red Dragon faction, had no complaints, except that there was always a witch beside his ear muttering that the poor little red dragon could not afford the kingship of the British Isles...

Since meeting the witch a year ago, Kelar has gradually changed from being a little wary in the beginning to trusting this great witch who is on the verge of turning evil.

"Morgan, good sister, I'm here!" Kelar walked into the woods alone, holding a red candle and speaking to a big tree: "Wait, wait, wait, is the witch sister home?"

Naturally, there was no response. The red candle flame burned slowly. The silence of the forest allowed one to hear one's own breathing and heartbeat. This atmosphere often reflects the fear in one's heart.

However, Kelar was fearless.

He stood there, waiting for some tsundere witch to take the bait.

"As a follower of the Red Dragon and the guardian knight of the destined king of Britain... Kelar, why do you come to me, a witch destined to be the enemy of the King of Britain, every day?"

"Aren't you afraid that your king will criticize you harshly in the future?"

The cold and arrogant female voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a simple and wonderful tone and voice, carrying an ancient nobility and elegance, an innate majesty of a superior, which made it really difficult to approach at first hearing.

But Kelar knew that this was not intentional. Morgan was born to be the fairy king with a mission to save the world. She was born to be so noble and so glorious. Only the weight of royal power can bear her crown, and only the nobility of the kingdom can embellish her beauty.

In the middle of the forest, which originally looked ordinary, a quaint and elegant wooden house suddenly appeared, as if it was a dizzying sight. From the outside, it looked nothing special, but only Kelar, who had entered it, knew what a magical magic workshop this was.

It fits in with the bad taste and aesthetics of the British fairies. It looks ordinary on the outside, but it's actually a whole new world inside.

The fairies and witches of Britain like to make their magic workshops look inconspicuous, waiting for passing hunters or travelers to enter by mistake, and then cast a spell to turn them into fruit candies or something on the pretext that they have offended them...

"Oh my god, my witch sister, look at your textbook tsundere look!"

Kelar didn't rush forward. No matter what, don't underestimate the witch's methods. Unless she actively invites him, Kelar will never take risks. "Beautiful witch sister, I've gone through the tsundere process. For you, I skipped Lily's class. I don't know how to make trouble when I go back. If you don't teach me something useful today, I won't leave!"

As a man who wants to get to the outside world, Kelar will never miss any opportunity to gain knowledge.

And the savior of the fairies, the true king of Britain, the witch Morgan, whose magic is probably no worse than that of Merlin's humanoid Fufu. Since they are lucky enough to have a relationship, how can they just sit back and watch this God-given marriage slip away?

"..."

There was a faint sound of light footsteps, and Kelar looked back. A large, mature version of Altria with silver hair and blue eyes walked towards him. However, compared to the immature cub he was raising, this big witch sister was so mature from the inside out.

It's like a peach at the ripening stage, which is the best time to taste it from any angle.

Morgan's face was covered with a magic veil as misty as smoke, but it did not diminish her charm. On the contrary, this hazy veil was like a halo of beauty, making Morgan even more mysterious and charming.

Maintaining secrecy is not just a rule followed by modern magicians. Even witches from the Age of Gods follow this secret law.

This pair of exposed eyebrows and eyes, unlike Altria's determination and stubbornness, instead reveals the charm and elegance of a stunning woman. The dark blue eyeshadow gives people the temptation of a dark beauty.

"Little knight, you don't have to worry about that. The 'Perfect King' won't care about the little unhappiness of childhood."

Noticing the surprise and admiration in Kelar's eyes, Morgan crossed his arms over his chest, and wherever he stood he was a breathtaking sight.

"Sister Witch is right!" Kelar nodded to indicate that you have big breasts, and you are right. Then he revealed his true face as a man: "Sister Witch, what interesting tricks do you have to teach me today?"

"Let me make it clear first. It was me, Kelar, who had taught Hector to repel the Onsa people. Don't show off your little tricks in front of me!"

Kelar was more interested in learning the magical knowledge that Morgan had mastered rather than the wisdom of potions, finance, and war.

After all, magic is very convenient, isn't it? It can make people wear stockings and high heels in the Age of Gods, emit the fragrance of cosmetics pickled in it, and cover their faces like a trick to hide their ears and steal the bell!
"I have also heard a little about the reputation of the Celtic Sage, so there is no need to exaggerate it."

"Besides, I never said I would teach you anything, did I?" Morgan said coldly, "After all, you are a follower of the Red Dragon, and with your intelligence, you can't fail to guess my identity... We will definitely be enemies in the future!"

"Why should I teach you knowledge? Isn't this an act of aiding the enemy?"

Kelar almost laughed out loud. My witch sister, you know what it means to aid the enemy. Then explain who Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Aggravin are...

King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table had a total of 150 high-ranking knights, but there were only a dozen or so who could become titled knights of the first-class heroic spirits, and Morgan gave away nearly a quarter of them.

(End of this chapter)