Simultaneous travel: Except for me, all the second dimension wives

Hey hey hey.

The legendary British magician, Mary, lay on a chair with her eyes closed.

His expression was extremely strange, and he made a bizarre laugh.

It seemed as if I had just had a wonderful dream.

However, Meryl herself is a half-nightmare, and such an existence and bloodline are the masters of dreams.

Logically speaking, she couldn't possibly be dreaming.

It is only possible to wander through human dreams through the power of semi-nightmare, experiencing the traces of the dream owner's dream after dream.

Therefore, her condition is not normal.

And this abnormality of hers was naturally created by Romon.

It was Romon who made a nightmare without emotions experience the feeling of having that special dream!

I imagine that from this day forward, the great magician Mary will remember this special day, and I will never forget it.

Thinking this, Romon opened his eyes and looked at Mary in his arms.

That's right... Just now, Romon attacked Meryl not only in a dream, but also on a spiritual level.

The same applies in the real world.

However, it must be said that the feeling of doing that kind of thing in a dream is extremely peculiar and novel.

Thinking this, Romon turned to look at Artoria, only to find the girl still eating voraciously, and couldn't help but complain:

"How much can you eat in one meal? Aren't you afraid of eating Britain into poverty?"

“Don’t worry.” Artoria replied while eating, “Britain is now covered with high-yield crops.”

"Golden apple trees, breadfruit trees... and so on, things that only existed in the age of mythology, have all been created by me with the authority of God!"

"Moreover, with God's authority, which can construct matter from nothingness, it is impossible for food to be lacking!"

"In fact, Britain today is rich in resources, the only problem is distribution."

"As you know, literacy rates in Britain are pitifully low. Those who can read are either nobles or knights... Ordinary people can't even understand notices."

"Is it a problem with allocation?"

Luo Meng stroked his chin and said, "This kind of thing is easy to solve. After all, we just lack literate workers. We don't need to train these people; we can just wait for them to come."

Upon hearing this, Artoria stopped eating, looked up at Romon intently, and said, "You mean, Valhalla..."

Luo Meng nodded slightly:

"That's right. You've caused such a big stir in Britain. It'll probably become a Lostbelt, and then Gudako, Mash... and even more Servants will descend!"

"At that time, you can use your royal charisma to subdue all those heroic spirits. Artoria, you should be confident in that, right?"

“Of course, who do you think I am?” Artoria said confidently, then, noticing something, glanced outside the hall and clutched her stomach.
"I have something to do, I need to go out for a bit."

Luo Meng was somewhat taken aback by this:

Red Dragon Bloodline, God's Authority... The Eternal King who unified Britain can also have a stomachache?
Wait... Artoria was just faking it!
Why is she pretending?!

Just as Romon was about to unleash his senses, he noticed the door open and a person dressed exactly like Artoria walked in.

However, by making eye contact... without triggering a soul resonance, Romon confirmed that the person in front of him was not his other half, the British king.

It was Artoria's older sister, Morgan!
This one, a witch from Britain, is now disguised as Artoria, even her attire is the same as Artoria's.

Even the size of her breasts was completely faked.

What is this going to do? !

Could it be that they're curious about who he really is?
Or perhaps, she's trying to steal Artoria's man!
Or perhaps, they want to use him and Artoria as materials to train Mordred?

Regardless of the truth, Romon is looking forward to Morgan's performance.

……

Morgan, disguised as her sister, entered the room, and then she smelled a strange odor.

That wasn't the taste of food...

It's hard to describe, and more importantly, the source of the smell is the white-haired great magician, Melly, who was lying not far away.

Does someone who only experiences nightmares still sleep? And even while sleeping, do they make those strange expressions?!

Forget it, never mind...

This time, Morgan wasn't there to see Meryl, but rather to see the man sitting in the chair in front of her.

Morgan looked up and met Romon's gaze; Morgan was stunned at first glance.

The reason is simple: Romon is just too handsome.

His charm is off the charts; even the word "succubus" can't describe Romon right now.

Is it the effect of some kind of special magic?!
Morgan had this thought subconsciously and quickly activated his power as the island's lord.

They attempted to use this power to break the charm magic on Romon.

However, no matter what power this witch used, Romon, sitting quietly in his chair without moving, remained as handsome as ever.

Bathed in the sunlight filtering through the window, the scene is breathtakingly beautiful, radiant, and captivating.

Morgan belatedly realized that Romon's charm might not be due to magic, but rather that he was simply naturally good-looking and handsome.

She felt that if the man before her was a Heroic Spirit, then his Heroic Spirit coolness attribute was at least EX level!! (End of Chapter)