[?] The Oath of the Knight King

Unlike Morgan's idea, when the British princess's personality is unable to use her body, the personality that appears most often is not the lake fairy, but the personality of the island's mistress—the fairy princess who was married off to Orkney.

When all the assassins sent out returned empty-handed, and the children he had carefully nurtured all submitted to King Arthur, the enchantress herself came to Camelot to carry out her wicked plan.

That was a powerful monster that possessed the entire island of Britain, and the potions it brewed were enough to create a beautiful dream that stirred the red dragon's heart and reflected its desires, ultimately breaking through King Arthur's almost impenetrable defenses.

The ambitious enchantress smugly admired her accomplishments and discovered the king's weakness on his bed.

The bedding covering her fair body slipped off onto the carpet, and her delicate body, bathed in the cold moonlight, seemed to be draped in a thin veil of frost. The vixen, having achieved her goal, laughed wildly.

"You...no, the object of your gaze...is actually 'me'...Ha! How laughable, pathetic, and lamentable! The answer was so close, yet I've gone through so many detours. King Arthur, you willingly plunged into the vortex of immorality; your utter destruction is imminent, and your despair will be the most exquisite feast!"

King Arthur, his expression hidden by the bed curtains, responded calmly in a clear voice: "Morgan le Fay, the object of your hatred is not King Arthur, but the fate chosen by Britain (the world)."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Hmph, no matter how you try to justify yourself, the fact remains that a king possesses a grave flaw. The you that Uther and Merlin created no longer deserves to sit on the throne, and the only one who can become the King of Britain is me! And it can only be me!"

"The British royal family, besides myself, naturally includes the British princesses. But I cannot relinquish the throne now. In order to deny the future end of Britain, I will not allow the concept of 'King Arthur' to disappear."

King Arthur's calm attitude enraged the enchantress, but she suppressed her temper and continued, "Having inherited the last mystery, I must become the king of this island, even if it means overturning human reason. Once I have completely dominated Britain, the future of the island will naturally be in my hands, and you will be one of the things I control."

"The mysterious disappearance was the planet's choice, and its inevitable end. Therefore, both you and I are now people with obsessive desires. But I do not intend to hand over the throne to you, nor will I bow down to you. Only 'that one' can control me."

"King Arthur, in his prime, harbors such rebellious feelings for his own sister! How laughable! Is it really that simple? Destroying King Arthur is so easy..."

"I will not be destroyed by you, Morgan le Fay. I can assure you that day will never come, because you are ultimately just 'you,' so you can never hurt me."

Faced with King Arthur's unwavering declaration, the aggressive enchantress fell silent.

The conversation between the two ended unhappily.

This was a result that was completely predictable.

And why did Artorius Pendragon fall for Morgan? The reason is very simple, and it's also the reason he would never say.

Compared to the king, compared to the red dragon, Morgan's first and foremost concern and consideration was only Artorius Pendragon, nothing more.

The king (red dragon) does not need to hold the princess's hand tightly to avoid getting separated when inspecting the market.

The king (red dragon) also does not need to be invited to the lakeside on a summer night to sing and dance with the princess under the starlight-like glow of fireflies.

The king (red dragon) no longer needs to face the princess's worried gaze with red eyes after each battle, and accept her injury confirmation and treatment.

All of this was done by Morgan for Artorius Pendragon.

To the fairy, he was the knight who asked her for weapons; to the island's incarnation, he was an obstacle to breaking through fate; to the princess of Britain, he was simply Artorius.

The red dragon and the princess, the king and his sister—these are the foundation of their existence and their titles. However, once you peel back the layers and touch their hearts, it is always Morgan.

Or perhaps, the moment he spoke to the silver-haired witch leaning against the window while holding the bouquet, their intertwined fates were already sealed (Fate).

Therefore, the words "favor" or "like" cannot describe this feeling; what overflowed from Artorius's heart was a deeper, more vow-like affection.

When Artorius met Morgan's cold yet infinitely tender eyes, and caught the glimmer of light within them, the budding love and affection in his heart transformed into that single word—

Morgan.

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Compared to the fairy and the island lord, the queen's personality was not at an advantage in the struggle for the body. When Morgan's consciousness rose to the surface again, the news of King Arthur's marriage spread to every inch of Britain.

Morgan had a good impression of Guinevere; she quite liked the shy bride at the wedding. The only flaw was that Artorius's gaze towards his new wife was restrained and polite, or perhaps too "respectful."

That might be the influence of the Holy Lance.

What King Arthur gazed upon was not the land beneath his feet, nor the throne (kingdom), but something far more distant.

Queen Guinevere, limited by human perspective, was unable to comprehend the mind of the gods, resulting in a scandal between the noble and his knights, which ultimately led to a break among the Knights of the Round Table.

From the death of Lord Agwyn to the banishment of Lord Lancelot from Britain, the nation's fortunes took a sharp turn for the worse. King Arthur had barely crossed the sea to defeat a powerful enemy when news arrived from Camland that Lord Mordred had raised the banner of rebellion.

In Morgan's memory, Lord Mordred never took off his helmet, yet she could still sense his intense loyalty through the thick armor, so she couldn't deduce the source of Lord Mordred's hostility.

Without time to rest, Artorius had to rush to another battlefield.

On the eve of his departure for the decisive battle, Morgan personally visited the army's camp.

The flickering firelight illuminated the space inside the tent. Morgan walked around the tapestry standing in the center, and his tall figure standing in front of the brazier came into view.

The orange-red glow softened the sharp angles of the king's deep features, and the shimmering light danced on his golden eyelashes beneath his golden bangs, but it couldn't erase the tight lines of his thin lips or the thoughtful look in his calm eyes.

Taking in King Arthur's expression, she softly broke the silence: "Artorius."

Morgan was met with a deep, storm-breathing gaze from King Arthur, and a slightly hoarse voice: "Morgan."

Morgan suddenly realized that, at some point, Altoris stopped calling her "Sister Queen."

The tone, which should have been clear and gentle, seemed to be pressed against the tip of the tongue, savoring the lingering tenderness, before slowly uttering the syllable "Morgan" after being coated with rich honey.

The childhood affection had not faded from those pale eyes, but it had added a faint hint of darkness.

Morgan fell silent.

Whenever Artorius returned from the battlefield, shedding his blood-stained silver armor and donning casual clothes to listen to Morgan's casual conversation, that faint, swirling light, like a raptor eyeing its prey, always gave Morgan the illusion of being shrouded in an invisible mist.

Immersed in the deep bond between siblings, she never pondered the change in how he addressed her, nor did she ever try to understand the feelings in his eyes.

Amidst the British princess's silence, the blond king murmured with a sigh, "It's so good to be able to see you again."

This exclamation seems to indicate that the moment of reckoning is now approaching.

Realizing what was happening, Morgan's eyes welled up with tears. "Arthur..."

Even though she exists as a human and is a descendant of the End Witch, she possesses extraordinary powers and has already foreseen the island's future.

The mystery of the British Isles is fading.

With the passing of King Arthur, the character of Morgan will likely disappear from history as well.

—Will my personality disappear?

Instantly, the fear that surged into my heart turned into a cold temperature, and the chilling cold flowed along my blood vessels to my limbs and bones.

I don't want to disappear.

I want to be remembered by someone, to be missed by someone.

It wasn't "Morgan Le Fey" or "Vivian," but "Morgan."

Even though my strength is not as great as that of the demon queen and the fairy, and I am not as famous as them, and my activities are short and unremarkable, as long as there is one person who remembers "me", it means that I once existed.

Due to complex internal and external factors, Morgan, with her concerns, did not contact the witch's children, and her only close friend Tristan also left Britain, leaving her with only Artoria.

Artorius is her only one, but is she Artorius's only one?

The nation, the people, subordinates, the queen, the mission—Artorius cares about far too many things, leaving him with almost no personal feelings, let alone favoring "any one person."

This is an undeniable and powerful fact, and from despair arises profound grief.

In the midst of his confused thoughts, it was only then that Morgan realized he had unknowingly uttered a wish when Altoris said the next sentence.

"I will remember you, Princess Morgan of Britain. As Artoria Pendragon, the Eternal Lord, the Lord of Storms, the Guardian of the Dead, the Storm that tears everything apart, I will imprint your name and image in my soul."

Artorius strode up to Morgan, opened his arms to the stunned beauty, embraced her, and whispered in her ear, "Let's go back to Tintage, Morgan."

"Then, I will come to find you, and wait for your figure to appear in my sight again. Do you remember our promise?"

In Altorlis's tender embrace, which brought tears to Morgan's eyes, she heard him swear such a vow:

"I haven't yet taken you all over Britain. Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to escape, or whatever you want to save—I will accompany you on your journey."