The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The King of Britain made an ecstatic sound, and she hurriedly wanted to open her eyes.

But at this moment, Morgan felt his eyes being covered.

A sound so gentle that it made her heart beat violently rang in her ears.

"Princess, please do not open your eyes."

"That's all I ask."

Realizing that Ian seemed to have something to hide, Morgan didn't force him. Being able to hear his voice like this was already an unexpected gain.

"Okay, I won't open my eyes."

"Ah That's good."

Ian's voice continued to ring in her ears.

"Tonight, please let me relax for you."

After saying this, Morgan felt an extremely familiar sense of depth, a pleasure that only he could provide.

"Ian, you..."

"My Lady Princess, don't you like this?"

"No!" Morgan closed his eyes and held his hand tightly, and took the man's spear away with his body quite actively.

"I just want you to hurry up!"

"Don't you know what my favorite thing is?!"

"I understand."

In the moonlight, Morgan lay by the window.

If anyone passed by, they would definitely be scared by her appearance at this moment.

Because her body was shaking back and forth at an extremely terrifying frequency, as if she was being violated by someone.

The king, who was usually extremely noble, now had a voice like an ordinary girl, and he seemed to be a little lustful as they moved back and forth.

only--

Just like there will never be another person in the room.

It all seems to be just an illusion.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Morgan sat on the windowsill, with her legs spread open, gently tasting some wet liquid with her fingers.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and then slowly formed an idea.

"must--"

"Something more must be done."

"I'm sorry, my Britain."

510. Morgan's Obsession with Finding Her Husband/Married Couple Swordplay/Flower Girl Appears (4k)

【Humans are creatures that need obsession to survive. 】

[Even as the King of Britain, Morgan followed this principle.]

[She wanted to do something more because of you, and fell into a state of madness that she couldn't extricate herself from.]

【But because of this, she looks more normal than usual. 】

In the British royal court.

Mordred is "challenging" his brother Gawain.

"Gorilla, get down!"

Shouting provocative words in a childish voice, the naughty child Mordred grabbed the wooden sword he used for practice and slashed directly at his brother Gawain.

Her aura looked so ferocious, like a lion that had not yet awakened.

of course.

All Mordred possessed was momentum.

In Gawain's eyes, his sister's appearance at the moment was full of flaws. It was not so much that she was attacking with swordsmanship, but rather that she was just rushing forward with passion.

It has no killing power and is also easy to be knocked down.

but--

After all, she is his own sister. When facing such a meaningless attack, Gawain naturally has to show some mercy.

After symbolically exchanging a few moves with Mordred, he dodged in an instant, leaving her attack empty and falling to the ground.

"That's amazing, Mordred."

Gawain helped his sister up and praised her with a smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Your strength has improved a lot."

"Liar." Mordred wiped the dust off his face and shook off Gawain's hand. "Gorilla, you're obviously letting me go!"

"You should be able to dodge an attack of this level in one go, guess right."

"..."

Realizing that his little trick had been seen through by his sister, Gawain laughed awkwardly.

Morgan, who had been silent on the side, came to the rescue at this time.

"Gawain is indeed letting you."

"but--"

"But my daughter, your swordsmanship has indeed improved."

"Eh?"

If I say that I have a skeptical attitude towards my brother Gawain.

So Mordred really believed in his biological mother Morgan.

"Mother, are you telling the truth?"

"Am I...making progress?"

"Yeah." Morgan smiled and nodded, "Yes, you are making progress."

"My daughter, do you think I would lie to you about this?"

"No, no!" Mordred shook his head, denying such a treasonous statement.

"I'm just thinking about a question."

"What's the problem?" Morgan demanded.

"That's it..." Mordred stretched out his hand and pointed at Gawain beside him.

"The gorilla's swordsmanship is so amazing, who taught him?"

"..."

"..."

[Mordred's question caused the atmosphere present to fall into silence.]

This naughty kid had no ill intentions, but was simply curious about where his brother learned his swordsmanship.

【only--】

[This is a somewhat sad question for Morgan and Gawain.]

Morgan looks to her side, as if you were still standing there.

【But nothing will ever be the same as it was before.】

【Gawain also realized this.】

"You guys, why aren't you talking?"

Mordred, clutching a small wooden sword, looked at his family in confusion.

"Is this question difficult to answer?"

"..."

Realizing that this was not a matter suitable for further discussion, Gawain spoke immediately.

"That's nothing to ask."

"It doesn't matter who you learned swordsmanship from. What matters is how well you can use it. Mordred, don't miss the point."

"Hey! Shouldn't you tell me something like that?"

Mordred pouted.

"Or do you plan to keep the gorilla all to yourself?"

"Mordred, you..."

Gao Wen was a little anxious.

He didn't want his mother to recall those sad things again because of a few careless words from his sister.

The royal court needs her, and Britain needs her too.

If you get too sad because of this, it would be a man-made disaster.

however--

Faced with Gawain's "cover", Morgan reached out his hand at this time and stopped his behavior.

Then, she said:

"My daughter, do you really want to know?"

"Of course!" The naughty kid started dancing with his sword.

"Such powerful swordsmanship, I want to know where it comes from!"

"Hehe~"

"If I can find its owner, then I can also learn this sword technique, right?"

"I see."

Morgan nodded thoughtfully, as if he was confirming his daughter's idea and making some resolution.

Soon, the British king stood up.

Just swipe it.

She drew the sword from her waist.

The sunlight shining on the exquisitely crafted sword made the name "Morgan" look like it was gilded.

"My daughter, what if I told you that I also have such sword skills?"

"Eh?!"

Mordred's eyes widened.

It was obvious that she didn't quite believe this statement, but because the speaker was Morgan, she felt it had a certain degree of credibility.

"Auntie, you are kidding, right?"

"I never joke."

Morgan tightened her grip on the sword in her hand—the sword she had carried with her since she was a princess.

"How about it?"

"Want to try it with me?"

"Yes!" Mordred replied hurriedly.

It turns out that Morgan really doesn't like lying about this kind of thing.