Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

Morgan kept justifying his actions in his mind.

But she soon realized that it wasn't necessary to do so.

Whether it's Britain or Artoria.

Those are all beings who have wronged themselves.

From the very beginning, my actions were entirely justified, and no one could criticize or interfere with them.

"So--"

"Let's set a small goal from now on."

Morgan held the necklace around her neck.

That was where all her hopes resided.

All the previous arrangements have now been turned into weapons against Artoria.

“Take Ian away from her.”

"And the first step in doing this..."

"It would mean ruining that confession that had been prepared beforehand."

A complete ambition gradually took shape in the heart of the British princess.

33. Morgan's Cuckolding Plan (Please continue reading) (3/4)

"Yes, what you found is the same as what I investigated."

In the village.

Artoria nodded seriously after completing the investigation.

"The land of Britain is already ruined."

Artoria sighed as she recalled the villagers' descriptions.

“The land’s output has been decreasing for several months now.”

"We only just realized it now."

As she said this, Artoria looked somewhat guilty.

Even at that time, she had not yet drawn her sword, nor did she have the obligations of a queen.

"There's no need to blame yourself so much, Artoria."

"No one can see everything, and you are no exception."

"If we start working hard now, it's not like there's no chance of making a difference."

"Is there any possibility of remediation?"

Artoria sensed the metaphor in Morgan's words.

"Sister, do you know what to do?"

"I wouldn't say I know."

"but--"

A sharp glint flashed in Morgan's eyes.

"You can give it a try."

"Then I'll go and call Ian over too!"

"He's still outside helping to distribute the food—"

Artoria, sensing a glimmer of hope, seemed quite pleased.

She was completely unaware of the hatred hidden in Morgan's eyes.

"Do not."

"No need."

Morgan stopped Artoria, who was about to leave the house.

"The two of us can do this."

"Not everything requires you to go to him."

“Artoria, you are the future Queen of Britain, you must have this in mind.”

Already feeling nervous because of what had just been said, Artoria naturally became even more concerned after Morgan's words.

"That--"

"Just the two of us."

They arrived on the land one after the other.

Looking at the horrific scene before her, Artoria bit her lip.

"Sister, what are you planning to do now?"

"It's very simple."

Morgan reached out his hand.

A blue light shone into her hand.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that it is actually mixed with a small amount of blood red.

They quickly expanded, forming a huge circle.

Intricate patterns are carved on its surface, creating a dazzling, shimmering effect.

Without the slightest hesitation, Morgan slammed it into the ground beneath his feet.

Something incredible happened.

The land, which was once on the verge of death, has begun to gradually come back to life.

The seed that had been sentenced to death has sprouted.

The stream, which had been dry for a long time, now has a new source of water flowing through it.

Everything came alive!

"Sister, what have you done?"

Artoria stared at everything before her, her pupils trembling.

"It's just treating the symptoms."

Morgan suppressed the joy he felt at having shown off his skills in front of Artoria.

“Artoria, since you know that the land is like this because it lacks magic.”

"So--"

"If we simply channel magic into the land, we can harvest what we want, right?"

"This……"

Artoria's gaze wavered slightly as she was surprised that the solution was so simple.

That's exactly what Morgan wanted.

"Although what I'm saying might offend you a little."

"but--"

"You should also know what it really means to become the King of Britain."

"You sensed it, didn't you? Your preparations... were far from sufficient."

"Ah."

Instead of refuting Morgan's words as before, Artoria seriously admitted her shortcomings this time.

"I see."

"But sister, I won't give up."

"I made a promise with Ian, and I will definitely become the king he approves of!"

After saying this, Artoria became a little embarrassed.

She quickly added:

"What I mean is, a king who can satisfy everyone, including Ian."

"If it's possible, could you please come and help me too?!"

Morgan's feelings were quite complicated as he looked at Artoria's outstretched hand.

She certainly didn't want to agree to it so easily, and even had the urge to slap it away.

only--

For the sake of her plan, she suppressed her emotions and took Artoria's hand.

"Of course I'll help you."

“You are the one chosen by the sword, and you are also my sister.”

"From both a moral and logical standpoint, I should help you properly."

“But before that, Artoria, I also hope you can realize one thing.”

"what is the problem!"

Artoria now trusts Morgan quite a bit.

"Well, I think the problem might lie with Ian."

"Eh?"

The topic suddenly returned to Ian.

Artoria seemed somewhat caught off guard.

"What does this have to do with Ian?"

“My sister, of course it’s related.”

Morgan seduced Artoria step by step.

"Don't you think you're spending too much time on him?"

“You two are always entangled together, only separating when absolutely necessary. Do you really think this is how a king should behave?”

"of course."

"You two may have had a very good relationship in the past."

"but--"

Morgan took Artoria's hand and placed it on the Caliburn sword at her waist.

"If we only dwell on those feelings, wouldn't that be a little unfair to this sword?"

"I'm sorry, this sword..."

Artoria remained silent for a long time.

"Sister, do you think I shouldn't spend so much time on Ian?"

"I didn't say that."

Morgan released his hand.

"I just think that since you have the desire to protect everyone and the vision to make Britain a better place."

"Then we can't just dwell on the past without making any choices, can we?"

"That seems a bit too harsh—"

Morgan turned around.

"Artoria, think about it carefully yourself."