Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

"How dare you complain that I smell bad? Well then, I'll make you smell bad too!"

Without saying a word, she kissed it, wanting to taste whether it smelled bad or was sweet.

Even deep down, there was a hint of worry.

Scared.

The problem is, she's the Red Dragon of Britain, so theoretically she shouldn't have these flaws.

But so much time has passed and Artoria still hasn't tasted it, which makes her a little puzzled.

When she was separated in a daze, she saw Ying Lin with a playful expression and immediately realized that she had been tricked. She hurriedly got up, but could no longer break free.

It turned out that Ying Lin had already grasped her slender waist, so she couldn't move at all.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

The more ambiguous the statement, the more it would provoke Artoria's anger. She bared her teeth and bit his shoulder, as if to leave a shallow mark.

However, she couldn't bear to see Yinglin get hurt, so she gently squeezed him.

Does this still look like a dragon?

"Who told you to be so indecent?"

"Okay, it's my fault, but..."

Because the posture was so ambiguous, Yinglin inevitably clashed with the King of Britain.

"Um, you..." Artoria was about to say something else, but after realizing what it was, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to back away.

"Wait, wait a little longer, I..."

Seeing the shy King Arthur meant the trip was worthwhile, so Yinglin naturally wouldn't do anything to upset her and released the lovely girl.

"Now that we've had our fun, we should go...and see Morgan."

"Ah."

Artoria left the warm embrace and quickly straightened her clothes, trying her best not to let her sister notice anything amiss.

"Walk."

Yinglin was similar to her, and she was also adept at removing the smell from her body.

Immediately afterwards, he took Artoria and the chocolate cake they had made together and headed towards Camelot.

……

Camelot

Yinglin arrived just in time, just as Morgan woke up.

She saw not only her own gift, but also the shy blonde girl standing to the side.

Looking at the face that was once so similar to his own, Morgan couldn't help but recall the princess who practiced magic diligently at night.

"cough."

Morgan had thought of many things to say, but due to his complicated feelings, he didn't speak, and just asked a casual question.

What are your thoughts on our plan?

"Of course I support it, otherwise, how can Britain have a bright future?"

"Yes."

Previously, they had drifted apart because of their respective ideals.

Now there's no need for that; they already have a common goal.

Chapter 122 Ahoge: I've made up my mind, I'm not going to be king anymore!

"By the way, sister, I plan to abdicate the throne tomorrow. Being a king is really boring. Let Agguwen and the others inherit it, or you can take over."

If Yinglin had said this, Morgan would have been skeptical.

But when Artoria came to Camelot herself and told her the truth, all doubts became meaningless.

"That's it..."

Morgan nodded with satisfaction. He wasn't deliberately targeting her like before. He was a little awkward, but he skillfully patted his sister's head.

"Good boy."

"Ah."

"Never forget this sentence."

“Okay.” Artoria casually picked up a piece of bread, took a bite, and nodded seriously.

He looked exactly like a bystander standing on the side of the road, appearing completely harmless.

"Remember to come here more often in the future."

"Of course we should come often, after all, this is the hometown where we grew up."

“Yes, but I don’t think you’re doing this out of nostalgia,” Morgan said, seemingly casually, but her words made Artoria almost lose her composure.

Since my little scheme has been discovered, I'll just let it be.

Since you're not going to say it outright, I'm too lazy to explain.

Meanwhile, Yinglin had already gone to find Meili and presented her with a chocolate gift as well.

When the white-haired nightmare received the flower-shaped chocolate, she was slightly surprised, then overjoyed, and affectionately hugged Yinglin's neck, rubbing against him.

"Hmm~ That's great. You won't forget your teacher even if you have something good. I'll keep it for the rest of my life."

It looks like just a flower, but its surface is actually carved with many things that Merry likes.

Yes, a new story.

On the other side, Meliuchina looked over with longing and anticipation, seemingly also hoping to receive a gift.

only……

Based on her own status and position.

Meryuchina didn't think she would receive the treatment a wife deserved.

Her lack of confidence naturally attracted Yinglin's attention, who took out chocolates he had prepared in advance, modeled after those made by the dragon Albion, and presented them to her.

"Take it."

Seeing this, Mei Liuqina was overjoyed. She jumped up and hugged Ying Lin first, spinning him around several times like a koala, expressing her gratitude.

"Thank you... Master."

"Don't mention it, it's what you should do."

"Um……"

These words stayed with the somewhat humble yet unusually open-minded Meliuchina for the rest of her life.

Now it was Artoria's turn.

But she knew that now was not the time to speak.

We should wait for a better opportunity.

And, their own future.

Mordred?

Yeah, I'm still a little unaccustomed to it.

Forget it, I'll leave it to my older sister to raise!

Artoria quickly decided on her future; she was not good at raising children, so this was the only way.

The sisters are back together; it's a day to celebrate.

Yinglin is busy again.

But he didn't see anything wrong with it.

Strictly speaking, isn't this the price to pay for having a harem?

Otherwise, things like sleeping together under the same blanket, which are extremely challenging, would be too difficult to achieve.

With illusion magic at its disposal, Yinglin won't need much time.

But Morgan also arrived, standing beside him as his assistant, occasionally offering his comments.

"My dear, your skill in illusion magic is already almost on par with that nightmare."

"It's alright. I feel like she left behind more, but I'm already very satisfied with something like this."

"No, right?" Morgan asked hesitantly.

"I'm not talking about the content of the lessons, but about Merry herself."

For example, the solitary manifestation, which is still somewhat unclear to this day.

But whatever its effect, it definitely enhances Meryl's illusion magic.

"I see." Morgan gradually understood everything.

Indeed, Merry is very good at hiding her true strength; it's almost impossible to see it clearly.

We can only guess.

However, no definitive information could be obtained.

"In any case, my future and my teacher's are going down different paths. Her illusion magic may be useful for everything, but I am more concerned with time."

"So it'll be convenient for you to do them one by one, right?" Morgan teased, without a hint of complaint towards Yinglin.

"Hehe, thank you for your help."

Yinglin hugged the witch, which made her roll her eyes, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

She was very satisfied with the chocolate cake she just had.

Even though the carving wasn't particularly difficult for Yinglin, she really liked the content on it, knowing that Yinglin had put in a lot of effort.

Furthermore, Artoria's surrender brought her an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Britain, Britain. I'm wondering how I'll talk to my other self from now on."

"If you find it troublesome, let me think about it... I can do it when my strength recovers to a certain extent."

"Huh?" Morgan was a little confused.

“Imaginary space, if you wish, we can create one. When I return, I will take you there and move the entire British Isles to Lostbelt.”

"So this is the method we're using. It seems we can only consider it a last resort."

If we can't find the Lostbelt, we'll turn the British Isles into an imaginary space and spend some time there.

Until Yinglin appeared.

"Yes, after all, I can't guarantee that I can grow that quickly, so this is the only advice I can give."

"It's alright. I'm already content as long as the British Isles can continue to exist."

Morgan felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

Britain, whatever its fate may be, is far better off than before, fragmented and with its land occupied by barbarians.

With Morgan's help, Yinglin was able to cook much faster.

Moreover, Artoria had already enjoyed a feast, and so had he.

No need to make so much, just make a little bit as a snack, just to taste it.

The dinner went very smoothly. As she had said, Morgan no longer held any contempt for Artoria and even asked her with concern if she wanted to eat more.

In theory, Artoria is no longer capable, but she can still persevere if she wants to.

However, with Ying Lin in front of him, he didn't dare to play that game, so he let it go.