Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

The feel of these breasts is... well, very smooth.

"Lord, Lord, the messenger... Wow..."

Poor Castor could only blush and look wronged as he was wantonly harassed, unable to resist.

A girl's shy nature made her want to rebel.

But if I resist, my master will only become more aggressive... Ugh, he's already put his hand inside my clothes!

Girls who are enslaved or servants can only accept their fate and close their eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

"Cough cough!"

Shinku rolled her eyes at them speechlessly: "Go do it in your room if you want, don't disturb my anime."

"Then let's watch cartoons together first."

Adam wiped his slightly damp hands clean and started watching cartoons while holding Custer.

After calming down, the girl in his arms gradually became absent-minded, with the tuft of hair on her head twitching back and forth.

"Owner……"

"Ok?"

"Saber, is she alright?"

She really liked Saber's kindness and gentleness towards her.

However, Castor remained noncommittal regarding King Arthur's life.

She respected Saber's saintly will to protect and dedicate herself, but at the same time, she had no desire to become like her.

Is it really a good thing to always carry the burden of "mission" on your shoulders?

She herself was the second fairy of Paradise who carried a mission, and she was very clear about the weight of the so-called mission, which forced a person to accept a responsibility that should not be borne in the first place.

Do things you don't want to do.

Go and save people you don't like.

Finally, like a tool, it burns itself out completely.

She was grateful for her good fortune in being able to avoid that kind of thing.

Saber can be this lucky, but the other person is clearly not as open-minded as she is.

"Are you very worried about her?"

"Well, a little bit."

The fifteen-year-old girl smiled bitterly: "I know Saber has been through a lot. She is both a king and a warrior. She is definitely a much more mature adult than me, but... her appetite is really strange."

What's wrong with your appetite?

"She only ate five bowls of rice and then stopped eating! Isn't that strange?"

That's really strange.

"Why don't you go and comfort her?"

Adam, of course, couldn't refuse the girl's eager gaze.

……

As soon as he entered Saber's room, he heard the barely suppressed sobs.

The room was dark, and in the dim light, only the shadow of the petite, hairy girl curled up on the bed could be seen.

Adam went over and saw that her shoulders were trembling and tears were streaming down her face.

"Are you still grieving for Lancelot?"

"..."

Saber remained silent.

During the brief reunion between the emperor and his subject during the day, she learned some things.

When Mordred instigated a rebellion in Britain, Lancelot, far away in France, offered assistance.

But Gao Wen rejected him.

Gawain was later fatally wounded by Mordred. Before dying, the Sun Knight wrote a letter pleading for help, asking Lancelot to come to his aid. He died from his injuries after writing the letter.

When Lancelot crossed the sea to support the King of Knights, he discovered that the great battle between the King of Knights and Mordred had ended, the legend of King Arthur had been brought to a close, and the Kingdom of Britain had collapsed.

After that, Lancelot spent the rest of his life in regret.

What does this show?

This means that Gawain deserves to eat mashed potatoes for the rest of his life.

"Yes or no……"

"what?"

"Is it all my fault?"

"So who do you think played wrong? Mordred?"

Mordred, the Briton rebel.

If Mordred were to summon all the Knights of the Round Table at once, she would be ganged up on and brutally killed, because that's how popular she is!

"……I have no idea."

Saber shook her head, sobbing.

Once, after learning Mordred's true identity, she didn't know how to face this daughter.

All they can do is escape and deny.

The result of this avoidance and denial was that Mordred launched a rebellion.

It's possible to blame Mordred for the destruction of Britain, but Saber isn't the type to blame others for her failures. She's more inclined to blame herself than to be angry at Mordred.

My own abilities are insufficient, and I made the wrong decisions.

"King Arthur didn't understand human nature..."

Adam whispered those words in her ear.

Her body trembled.

To be a king, one must be solitary and far removed from the crowd.

—She told herself this countless times.

However, how many people's thoughts and sufferings did she overlook as she walked that lonely path to sainthood?

Gawain died a heroic death, Lancelot regretted it for the rest of his life, and Galahad died for his mission.

What were they thinking before they died?

Will they regret supporting an incompetent king? Will they all die with resentment in their hearts?

Saber let out a silent lament.

"...It's not over yet..."

The sound emanating from his throat was broken into sobs, but the intermittent tone was filled with delusion.

“It can still be salvaged…it’s not too late…I still have the Holy Grail, and the miracle that can change my destiny.”

"..."

Adam took a deep breath.

That’s the expression!

That's the tone!

It's that pitiful posture of clinging to a straw even when you know it's beyond repair, on the verge of collapse!

He stood up!

Look up, brother!

Adam knew that as a fan of the King, his feelings for Saber shouldn't be so twisted, but he just couldn't help it!

Ah, ah!

Stop blaming him!

The one who blames him is a fool!

Since you can't control Niu Niu, let Niu Niu control you!

"Liya..."

He murmured the girl's name, his cheek pressed against Saber's tear-stained face, gently licking away her tears.

"You know, your Britain is long gone."

"Do not……"

"I know it's painful, but it's okay."

He licked her delicate forehead, then put that stubborn tuft of golden hair in his mouth, savoring each strand.

He is a gourmand who knows how to eat the best.

The man straddling Saber's lap straightened his back little by little.

The final spear, poised to strike, has already reached the flattest plain in Britain.

His dim, azure eyes looked up at the face that was a mixture of pity and affection, and his mouth opened slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

"I will make you forget everything."

Chapter 171 Idiot Ilya!

A strong aroma filled the bedroom.

The battering ram of the supreme god relentlessly pounded the gates of Camelot, and the once-distant ideal city was now being entered and exited by people.

The city gates had long been wide open, and the main road inside the city had already collapsed.

The palace, which had only opened a crack, was in grave danger.

The kneeling "Miss Camelot" no longer had her dazzling blonde hair coiled up at the back of her head, but was instead tied into cute twin ponytails by the man with a hairband. Those twin ponytails served as the reins for the warhorse.

King Arthur loved horses and enjoyed riding them at full speed.

Now, she understands the hardships the horse endures.

"Huh...huh..."

His azure eyes were glistening with tears, and his tiny, silvery teeth were clenched tightly, the pillow already torn to shreds—King Arthur was still stubbornly persevering.

Her physique is equivalent to that of a human-shaped red dragon, so of course she can't be defeated after being beaten for a few hours like an ordinary little girl. She is an ever-victorious queen, and even if she enters the bed battlefield for the first time, she will not easily admit defeat.

"Snapped!"

The battering ram charged straight in.

The cracks in the palace gates were made even softer by the pounding.

Adam exhaled and turned the queen over so that her face, a mixture of emptiness and emotion, faced him.

"Have you forgotten, Lia? Have you forgotten all those troubles?"

"What...what am I doing?"

"You are being possessed by me as a woman, a female. Do you understand the current situation?"

"Ah... Britain..."

"Bullshit Britain! Great Britain is dead!"