Crossover Anime: Picking up Medea at the Start

"Under normal circumstances, no one would be able to pull out the sword in the stone for several days. Finally, during this period, Artoria, who came with Kai and was like a servant, pulled out the sword and officially became the Queen of Camelot with Merlin's help."

"But this time we're going to change that."

Hearing Roland say this, the others became more serious.

After all, what came before were just legends and stories, but what Roland is about to say is related to the things they are going to do this time, the 5.8 project.

Medea, sitting next to Roland, was also curious.

After all, Roland said he would find the best psychologist for Artoria, so she was a little curious about what Roland was up to.

"You've seen your mission, Artoria and Mordred. What you two need to do is disguise yourselves as Camelot's knights and infiltrate Camelot, but don't pull out the Sword in the Stone. Meryl and Semiramis, you two just need to go with them and complete the mission."

At this point, Roland looked at Medea, and then, to everyone's surprise, he smiled and said this.

"Medea, let's leave the group and go find Morgan."

“After all, in my script—this time she will become the Queen of Camelot.”

......

240. Morgan had no right to refuse.

Camelot border.

Princess Morgan, who was originally the first in line to the throne, is currently in a castle here.

Morgan used to be enthusiastic and friendly, often going to the battlefield with the knights, and he had good relationships with everyone.

Morgan even inherited King Uther's island power, giving him a significant territorial advantage when fighting on the British Isles, making him arguably the most legitimate successor to the late king.

But recently, since Morgan was half exiled and half imprisoned in this border castle, she has not shown her face for a long time.

The knights who had followed Morgan even after her fall from power had not seen her for a long time, and the local people had never seen this mysterious lord in their territory.

"It seems that persuading Morgan won't be easy."

After hearing Roland talk about these things along the way, Medea didn't care about Morgan's affairs, but she found the things the two of them were here to do a bit complicated.

"Judging from the situation, Morgan is already a witch now—and even if a witch is born that way, her personality will be very strange, let alone someone who becomes a witch due to various circumstances."

"If you can't understand their eccentric personalities beforehand, it will be very difficult to persuade them."

Based on her experience, Medea gave Roland 05 a slight reminder.

As for whether Roland could actually persuade Morgan, Medea wasn't worried about that.

The process might be a bit bumpy, but as long as it's something Roland wants to do, she believes Roland will definitely succeed.

"Morgan's personality... is indeed eccentric."

"However, if we come to her with this purpose at this time, then as long as our persuasion is in the right direction, it is actually quite simple."

Roland and Medea walked side by side into Morgan's castle.

Along the way, neither the common people nor the knights, nor the servants nor Morgan's magical contraptions could detect the two of them.

They were all blocked by the interference devices that Medea developed when she created the Divine Machine.

If they knew Morgan's location, they could walk right up to her without being discovered.

In fact it is.

Morgan must have just gotten up. She straightened her dark blue veil and sat in front of a huge mirror, combing her hair little by little.

Such tasks were usually done by servants, but since Morgan arrived, he has dismissed all the servants. Now, apart from the knights in charge of guarding the castle, there is no one else there.

So she has to do even such small things herself.

Morgan showed neither complaint nor inexperience in such matters; she simply performed them with a blank expression, like a delicate doll following orders.

Roland and Medea had already entered the room.

However, Medea never removed the shielding device from her body.

They waited until Morgan finished combing his hair before revealing themselves.

Morgan noticed two people suddenly appearing in the room, and she quickly turned her gaze over.

Although her expression remained unchanged and she did not shout or yell, her incredibly sharp eyes, like knives formed from solidified ice, showed that she was not as dejected as she appeared.

She is still the same Princess Camelot who can take up a sword, put on armor, and lead the charge on the battlefield.

She wasn't the crazy witch Morgan yet.

"who are you?"

Morgan spoke in a rather cold tone.

Her gaze first fell on Roland, but finally settled on Medea.

Because she could tell—this was a witch!

But Medea didn't actually speak; Roland was the one who negotiated with her.

“Your Highness Morgan, who we are is not important, because that is not something that can be explained in a short time. If you want to know, we can tell you slowly after everything has calmed down—but for now, we intend to take you to Camelot to participate in Merlin’s royal selection ceremony. We want you to become the king of Camelot.”

Roland didn't beat around the bush with Morgan.

Because trying to reason with Morgan is pointless.

Although Morgan doesn't possess the same intuition as Artoria that allows her to evade causality, she still has many troublesome abilities enhanced by the power of the island.

If we keep going back and forth with her on this issue, then many things will become very troublesome.

So Roland simply retreated to advance, speaking his mind directly. If Morgan could verify the truth, then many things would become much clearer.

"Make me the king of Camelot?"

After confirming that Roland was telling the truth, Morgan looked at him and, for the first time, a look of emotion appeared on his face.

It was a faint smile.

The smile on her face, more noble than any jewel, was more beautiful than the luster of any gemstone.

But there was no joy, no excitement, no sadness, no anger in that smile... only a faint, yet perfectly integrated, deathly stillness.

To be the queen of Camelot was once her everything.

If Artoria wants to become queen, she needs to hide her female identity and become queen as a man.

However, Morgan gained the approval of almost all the knights because of her status as the eldest princess.

The difficulty, effort, and time involved are beyond the imagination of most people.

But all of this was rejected.

Morgana, the young girl who dreamed of becoming the Queen of Camelot, was killed by Merlin and her own father on the very day she was semi-exiled here.

And now...

"You guys go back."

Morgan's smile was fleeting, like a flower that withers quickly.

Then her expression returned to its previous calm and coldness.

"Compared to the knights guarding outside the castle, you are indeed more courageous. They all have similar expectations to some extent, but they just silently follow behind me. Not one of them dares to come up and speak to me... It is good that you have come before me. I admire your courage, but that does not mean I will take your opinions into consideration."

Morgan paused at this point.

She is still hesitating about her revenge plan, as well as her plan to contribute to the building of Britain.

She has made her decision, but it may require her to marry many men in succession, which will make it impossible for her to turn back and will also gradually lead her into an abyss of madness...

So now she's neither crazy nor that obsessive, which allowed her to give Roland and Medea a reminder despite her cold rejection.

“If you want to follow the King of Camelot, then I advise you to go to Camelot as soon as possible. Merlin’s eye is discerning and accurate, so this royal selection ceremony will not end so quickly… You may find the monarch you should serve in that ceremony.”

Morgan, who already knew what the outcome of the royal selection ceremony would be, said these words cryptically, then turned her back to Roland and Medea, indicating that they could leave.

This reflects Morgan's confidence in his own abilities.

At the same time, she no longer wanted to see the disappointed looks in the eyes of those who trusted her because of her indifference.

However, if she hadn't turned around, she would have seen that Roland wasn't disappointed, but maintained a smile from beginning to end.

Morgan turned around, and the next second she found herself being hugged!

When she looked over in surprise, she found that the purple-haired witch from before was now wearing a strange full-body armor, and it was she who was hugging her!

And that strange man was following them with a smile on his face…

and many more!

Morgan realized that in the short time she had been distracted, these two had already taken her away from the castle!

They are currently high in the air!

Morgan quickly assessed their location by looking at the terrain below and realized that they were already on their way to Camelot!

"you!"

Morgan frowned, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, Roland interrupted her.

"I've made our purpose very clear, Your Highness Morgan. As for your decision, nobody on our side cares."