Reborn in Type-Moon, My Sister is Aoko Aozaki

Orkney, inside the castle.

For all the servants in the castle, today was perhaps a special day. Their mistress was not in her usual volatile mood, so cold that just being near her could make one tremble. Instead, she wore a radiant smile. Even when some of them made mistakes while cleaning, they were not met with harsh reprimands.

However, this change made the servants even more uneasy. They all wondered if the world was about to end, for what else could cause their mistress to wear such an expression?

At this moment, Morgan, the center of their fear, stood in her magic workshop with a broad smile, looking at the sword in her hand. Engraved on its blade were the words, "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king." Her eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"Oh, Arthur, Arthur, you never expected to make a mistake like this, did you? I'd like to see how you establish your authority now that you've lost the Sword in the Stone."

Recalling that night, when she had shed her disguise as a farmer's wife and revealed her true form before Artoria, seeing the utter shock on her face, Morgan could hardly contain the curve of her lips. Even the full curve of her chest trembled slightly with her laughter.

But before she could laugh to her heart's content, the voice of her daughter, Gareth, came from outside the door.

"M-mother, there is a knight outside the castle who says he has come specifically to pledge his loyalty to you. He wishes for an audience."

"Don't people like that show up every other day? Ignore him. Have the guards drive him away."

Morgan's fine brows furrowed, her beautiful face showing a hint of impatience. She had seen too many of these so-called knights, especially after King Lot, the former master of Orkney, had passed away. After all, a woman in possession of all of Orkney, a woman of extraordinary beauty and royal blood—even if some cruel rumors about her circulated, it couldn't stop the greed of some men.

So Morgan knew exactly what those who came to pledge allegiance truly wanted, and having no interest whatsoever, she couldn't be bothered to waste her time on such matters. With that effort, she might as well be thinking about how to snatch that woman Arthur's "younger brother" away, just to make her heart ache.

However, Gareth did not leave immediately. After a good while, as if having summoned her courage, she spoke again, her words halting. "B-but Mother, that knight must be a very valiant man. When he arrived, he even brought the head of a Questing Beast and the severed limbs of many magical beasts. C-couldn't you grant him an audience?"

Understanding that her daughter was probably having another one of her "knight fevers," Morgan was about to scold her. But a glance at the Sword in the Stone in her hand made her feel there was no need to get angry today. So, after a moment's thought, she locked the precious sword in a secret magic box and replied.

"...Very well. Have that person wait for me in the main hall. I will be there shortly."

"Y-yes! I'll go at once, Mother!"

Seemingly having received an unexpected answer, the girl outside left in excitement. And although Morgan had little interest in the matter, she was in a good mood today. Besides, she was indeed a little curious about a knight who could slay the Questing Beast. After all, a monster like that was something an ordinary knight could not handle at all. If he was truly sincere in his allegiance, she wouldn't mind taking him under her command to use against her foolish little sister.

"So, you are the one who wishes to pledge allegiance to me? Tell me your reason, knight."

In the main hall, upon the throne, the black-veiled Morgan looked down with a disdainful air at the knight kneeling below. The knight was clad in pitch-black armor that covered his entire body, wore a somewhat tattered black cloak, and carried a greatsword on his back.

—But to call it a sword would be an understatement. It was huge, wide, heavy, and very rough, practically a slab of iron. It was hard to imagine what kind of strength would be needed to wield it.

This image made Morgan understand why her daughter, who had always admired knights, had been so excited. Judging by his appearance alone, he was indeed a valiant man.

"Because I believe you are more qualified to be the master of Britain than King Arthur."

The knight's voice was slightly hoarse and a little deep, but his words made Morgan raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? And why is that? You should know that the people of Britain are all chanting King Arthur's name now. Why is it that your thoughts are completely different from theirs? Is this truly what you think?"

"I know that you are the daughter of the late King Uther, and thus the older sister of the current King Arthur. In that case, you have the greater claim to the throne by right. Furthermore, in my view, a hot-headed brat who only knows how to fight is no match for you, who knows how to govern a territory. After all, war can bring Britain a temporary victory, but it cannot sustain it."

The knight answered in a deadpan manner. But, perhaps due to some ailment in his throat, his words had a certain stiffness, as if he were reading from a script.

Morgan, however, paid no mind to this, because the knight's words had spoken directly to her heart. A satisfied expression appeared on her lips. She thought to herself that there were still sober-minded people in Britain after all. As she had thought from the beginning, she was superior to that woman Arthur.

But despite this, Morgan did not show any emotion and continued to ask, "Is that so? And what if you do think that way? You should know, my 'little brother' is a man, and I am a woman. Do you think I can still sit on that throne? You should know, there has never been a woman who became king before. The people will not agree to it."

"That is merely their foolishness and prejudice. Just because something has never happened before does not mean it is wrong. I believe that once you ascend to that position, those people will change their minds. So before that, please allow me to become your sword and clear all obstacles for you."

Faced with the knight's sincere words and show of loyalty, Morgan could barely stop herself from laughing out loud. If possible, she would even want Arthur to hear this, just to make that woman realize her own foolishness.

But Morgan was not carried away by this feeling of validation, because she instinctively felt that something was a little strange. So she stood up, walked before the dark knight, and stared at him with a small smile.

"Well said. If all you have just said is sincere, I will naturally make you my knight. But why have you not taken off your helmet since you stepped into this palace? Is your face not fit to be seen? Or perhaps, you are an undercover agent sent from somewhere else..."

Her voice instantly turned cold. Morgan's platinum-blonde hair moved without a wind, and her blue eyes, glinting with a cold light, seemed as if they would pierce through everything.

Seeing the conversation, which had been going so well, suddenly turn into this, Gareth, who had been feeling excited, subconsciously hid behind her brother, Gaheris.

The knight was silent for a few seconds. He did not seem angered by Morgan's suspicion. He simply reached up, took off his helmet, and revealed his face.

"My apologies. My appearance is somewhat frightening, so I am accustomed to wearing a helmet. Please forgive my rudeness."

Looking at the knight before her, at a face that could be described as resolute, with a left eye that had lost its focus and a hideous scar on his right that stretched across nearly half his face, Morgan's imposing aura faltered for a moment before she returned to her previous posture.

"Your eyes..."

"I was injured when I was young, so both of my eyes are not very good anymore. But please rest assured, my skills have not declined."

"...Very well. Then from this day forward, you are my knight. And you can also rest assured, you will have all the rewards you deserve in the future, as long as you serve me well. Gaheris, take this knight to rest for now."

After finding no issues, Morgan nodded with satisfaction, feeling that her grand plan to overthrow Arthur had taken another step forward. But as she watched the knight's departing back, for some reason, she felt a vague sense of familiarity, which made her subconsciously give an order.

"Wait."

The knight, who had been following Gaheris, suddenly stopped. His body stiffened for an instant but immediately turned around naturally.

"Do you have any other commands for me?"

"...No. I just wanted to ask what your name is." Deciding that the feeling of familiarity must have been her imagination, Morgan changed her question.

"...Gus. You can just call me Gus, Lady Morgan."

"Mmm."

With a soft sound of acknowledgment, Morgan frowned slightly. Finding that the name meant nothing to her, she didn't think on it further. However, she didn't notice that the moment she turned back to her throne, the dark knight, with his back to her, silently let out a breath of relief—like a "thief" who had successfully infiltrated.

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