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Chapter 72: The Meeting of the Two Sisters at the Round Table Council

"Understood. Please inform the King that I will be there right away!"

"Understood, Lord Ian."

As the sound of the young maid's footsteps faded, Ian looked at Morgan, who was biting her lip with a conflicted expression. Feeling apologetic, he spoke:

"Princess, you must have heard her. I'm afraid we'll have to stop here for now."

"..."

Morgan clenched Ian's shirt tightly.

"Must you go?"

"Ultimately, it is up to her to decide whether to accept the knight or not, so whether you're there or not makes no real difference, does it?"

"You're not wrong."

Ian did not refute Morgan's words.

"But Princess, perhaps she will need me to assess something—which is very significant for our plans."

"..."

Morgan turned her face away, remaining silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Then I will go with you."

"..."

"What is that look for? Do you not want to see me doing this?"

"Not at all." Ian shook his head. "I just recall that the Princess said she didn't want to see Artoria."

"The upcoming meeting could be lengthy. It might be quite a grueling process for you."

"..."

Morgan tightened her grip on Ian's hand.

"Then I must go as well!"

"Alright." Ian had never stopped Morgan from taking any action she wished.

"Princess, then please allow me to escort you. It would be my honor."

"Umu, at least you understand."

[You agreed to Morgan's request.]

[You and she proceeded to the location Artoria had designated.]

[Along the way, you felt Morgan holding your hand tightly.]

[You sensed that she seemed somewhat tense.]

Kettttttttttt!

The heavy wooden door slowly creaked open.

Ian and Morgan arrived at the venue for the Round Table Council meeting.

Artoria had not arranged the meeting at her throne.

The reason was simple—she wanted every knight participating to feel like an integral part of the knightly order, rather than subjects before a lofty king.

At present, Artoria sat at the center of the round table.

She had changed into attire befitting her station. Her entire presence exuded majesty, making it nearly impossible to discern how young she truly was.

When she saw Ian and Morgan arriving together, she frowned briefly but quickly returned to her usual composed demeanor.

"Why are the two of you arriving together?"

"Sir Ian, I believe I made it clear that I invited only you. Did the servant miscommunicate my instructions?"

Morgan's gaze at Artoria was filled with resentment.

Ian knew that if Morgan spoke, the situation would likely escalate unnecessarily.

With this in mind, he quickly stepped forward to explain:

"My King, there is no issue with the information conveyed by the servant; you indeed invited only me."

"But—"

Ian held Morgan's hand.

"As my wife, she is naturally concerned about this matter."

"Therefore, I hope the King can grant a special exception this time, allowing her to witness the proceedings of the Round Table Council alongside us."

Morgan, of course, was not pleased in her heart.

However, she knew better than to create a scene in such a situation.

"..."

"I understand," Artoria nodded. "Then—"

"I will grant her special permission to attend this time."

"But let me make it clear: anyone entering the Council must adhere to its protocols. Any breach of decorum will not be tolerated."

"Of course."

"Very well." Artoria accepted the arrangement.

"Ian, then you will sit here beside me."

"Today is not an official Council meeting; it is merely a review to assess a knight proposed by Sir Gaheris and Sir Gawain."

"..."

Ian hesitated briefly, then nodded and took the seat next to Artoria as requested.

Meanwhile, Morgan naturally took the seat on his other side.

And so—

Ian found himself caught between Morgan and Artoria.

Of course, from the perspective of others, it merely appeared that they were all sitting on the same side.

But for Ian, seated between them, the pressure was inexplicably immense.

"Let Bedivere in," Artoria commanded.

"Yes."

At the King's order, the door opened once more.

This time, a young man entered.

He had silver hair and pale green eyes, with a tall and athletic build that exuded strength.

"King Arthur and honored knights, it is a great honor to meet you all."

The young man greeted them politely.

"I am Bedivere. Admiring the reputation of the King of Knights, I have come here in hopes of joining your service and wielding my sword for Camelot."

[Bedivere made a strong first impression.]

[Both you and Artoria could sense the essential qualities of a knight in him.]

[As the King of Knights, Artoria engaged him in a wide-ranging discussion on various topics, including but not limited to military strategy, agriculture, and more.]

[This was a comprehensive evaluation—not something an ordinary person could handle.]

[You knew it was not your place to speak at this moment.]

[You decided to wait patiently.]

[But Morgan, seated beside you, seemed unwilling to let you remain idle.]

"Ian, this truly is a long and tedious process," Morgan said softly, maintaining a composed demeanor.

"Don't you think so too?"

"These repetitive and dry discussions are part of the discipline a knight must uphold," Ian explained. "Princess, perhaps you might consider leaving early; I can explain to her on your behalf."

"Oh—?"

Morgan revealed an unhappy smile.

"Ian, do you want me to leave quickly, so you can stay alone with that woman?"

"..."

"Princess, I don't mean that, I just don't want to see you feeling bored and uncomfortable."

"That's right, I really don't want to waste time on such boring things."

"Then—"

One of Morgan's hands slid under the table.

This was a red tablecloth custom-made for the round table, and its area was much larger than the table itself, with the excess hanging down, nearly touching the floor.

Sway sway.

The fabric at the edge of the table gently trembled like a snake slithering through the grass.

Suddenly.

Ian shivered all over.

He lowered his head to look beneath.

"Princess, what are you doing..."

"Shh—"

Morgan smiled and raised a hand to her lips, signaling for silence.

"Isn't this more fun now?"

"Or, do you not want to provide me with joy in this way?"

"..."

"I understand now."

Morgan was no longer the "inexperienced" princess she had been when they first met.

Just as Ian understood how the "lance" could serve his princess, Morgan understood where her knight's weaknesses lay.

When it came to playing with Ian's "weapon," she had reached a master level.

Not to mention the one-sided forced situation like this.

"There's nothing to worry about, Ian."

Morgan's hand in the dark gently pressed on something.

"How would you feel if I defeated you here?"

"Princess, I believe you wouldn't do that."

"Not necessarily."

Morgan looked off into the distance, where Artoria and Bedivere were still chatting.

"Don't you think it's very interesting to make this so-called roundtable conference chaotic?"

"..."

"Ian, it seems like you don't think so."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Princess, I just feel that you might be angry, which is why you're saying such things."

"I'm thinking about whether there's another way to solve this situation."

"Umu, actually, there is."

Morgan lifted her chin with one hand, while the other hand, in the darkness, pressed on something on the chair and caressed it.

"Let's see if you can figure it out."

[You know this is a hint from Morgan.]

[She says this because she means that the possibility is definitely achievable and will be carried out in the simplest way.]

[Then——the answer is quite clear.]

The tablecloth once again swirled like a snake.

This time, it was Morgan who felt a shiver all over her body.

"Knight, it seems you're quite clever."

"Because the princess's hint was reasonable."

"Just—"

Ian glanced towards Artoria, who was nodding continuously not far away.

"I was wondering if it would be better to wait until we return to your bedroom before doing that."

"No."

Morgan dismissed Ian's suggestion.

"I want to do it now."

"Ian, you are my knight, don't think you can escape."

"Princess, I understand."

Finally, Morgan let Ian be, allowing him to fulfill his duty as a knight.

However, she seemed to act somewhat impolitely.

Right in front of Bedivere and Artoria, who were still talking, Morgan, stimulated by Ian, directly kissed the knight on the lips as if no one were around.

No one knew whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally.

This scene was seen by Bedivere, who asked somewhat awkwardly:

"King, over there... they..."

Artoria didn't turn around and said:

"It's fine, you can continue talking."

"I'm very interested in your thoughts."

"Oh..."

Though Bedivere felt something was odd, since the King had spoken, he didn't think it was his place to dwell on it.

[The meeting ended in a very delicate and awkward atmosphere.]

[For Bedivere, who wanted to join the Knights of the Round Table, Artoria was very pleased.]

["Indeed, the one introduced by Sir Gawain and Sir Gaheris is truly an excellent knight."]

["I grant you permission to become a member of the Knights of the Round Table."]

[Bedivere was also very pleased with the result.]

[He thanked her and then left according to Artoria's arrangement.]

[She then turned her gaze to the others.]

"Do any of you have any dissatisfaction with the Round Table meeting?"

Artoria looked at Ian and Morgan in front of her.

"If you do, feel free to propose it to me, and I'll consider whether to change anything based on your suggestions."

"But if it's about what just happened, it definitely holds no meaning."

"No, nothing at all."

Morgan gave a royal smile.

"It was really my fault earlier."

She said this while holding Ian's hand.

"He loves me so much that I couldn't help but return his intense feelings."

"My King, I apologize to you."

Morgan's words, or rather, her provocation, were more than an apology.

Artoria's expression briefly shifted to something complex, but she quickly returned to normal.

She smiled gently and replied:

"I see."

"Responding to intense feelings is indeed what a good wife should do."

"Then—"

"You must also have strong feelings for Sir Ian, don't you?"

Morgan smiled softly.

"I am already his wife, and what could be more intense than that?"

"Or perhaps, King of Knights, do you wish to deny this?"

"Ha, if that's really the case, it would truly be disappointing."

Artoria stared at Morgan for a long moment before speaking:

"I have never denied any feelings."

"Because for the one who possesses them, they are an invaluable treasure."

"You are very fortunate to have received such feelings from Sir Ian. I also hope that you will always be so fortunate."

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Those who already have them are naturally always lucky, while those who don't..."

Morgan didn't continue.

She and Artoria stared at each other, their gazes filled with an unspoken confrontation, one that words could not measure.

This was certainly not an argument, but it was louder than any argument.

However, it seemed pointless to prolong this silence.

The young king said nothing and turned to walk towards the sunrise.

Meanwhile, the princess at the round table held the knight's hand beside her.

"Ian."

"Princess, what is it?"

"The things I just said... never mind, it's nothing."

[Bedivere had passed King Arthur's test and successfully joined the Knights of the Round Table.]

[With his serious, calm, and courteous demeanor, he quickly integrated into the Knights of the Round Table.]

[But unfortunately, due to the kiss at the round table, his impression of you and Morgan wasn't very favorable. Drawing him closer to your side became quite difficult.]

[However, Morgan didn't mind.]

[For her, that kiss was something to be left on your face.]

[Furthermore, in terms of the number of knights, the Knights of the Round Table were still entirely under your and her control.]

[She believed she had won decisively in that confrontation.]

[Until today, the little maid brought you some new news.]

"Lord Ian, there is a letter from the King of Knights for you."

"Oh, alright."

Ian took the letter, turned back to Morgan, and opened it.

After seeing the contents inside, he was slightly taken aback.

"What's the matter?"

"Artoria is preparing to personally lead the army."

"Isn't that the plan?"

"Yes, but—"

Ian looked at the contents.

"She is requesting that I go with her."