Camelot, Throne Room
"Hmm, yet another king of England has come seeking an alliance with us. It seems our influence grows ever stronger."
Morgan held the official missive in her hand, a faint excitement in her voice as she spoke to Lot.
Lot, however, wasn't particularly thrilled.
After all, the weight of being a "king" in England during this era…
Was about as significant as being a daimyo in Japan's Warring States period.
Hadn't he himself been called "King Lot" just for holding that tiny scrap of land in Orkney?
In reality, his territory wasn't even as large as modern-day Tongliao.
And yet, that alone was enough to make him one of the more powerful kings in England.
At least powerful enough to arrange a marriage alliance with King Uther.
Most of the other so-called kings ruled over even less land than he once had.
Still, he mused to himself:
[Well, this is still good news. Strengthening our forces is never a bad thing. Though I am a bit curious… When will the father of that so-called "greatest beauty of this era," Guinevere, finally come to pledge allegiance to us?]
In his arms, Morgan's expression froze.
Greatest beauty?
Guinevere?
That woman is she even more beautiful than me?
And just why the hell are you bringing her up out of nowhere?!
She was about to grab Lot and demand an explanation
Alright, let's hear it. Who exactly is this "Guinevere"?
But before she could, Lot's next thought dispelled her anger.
[Heh, but even if Guinevere does show up, it won't matter anymore. Artoria isn't the King of Arthur now, so she won't marry Guinevere just to prove she's "not a woman but a man." And if she doesn't marry her, then Guinevere won't have an emotional affair with Lancelot. That whole love triangle would never happen.]
"..."
What the ?!
My little sister married a woman?!
That's my sister we're talking about!
How would that even
As someone who had already experienced the joys of marriage, Morgan's mind involuntarily conjured up images of that wedding night.
The scent of citrus suddenly seemed to fill the air.
And it wasn't just a simple matter of two women marrying.
This "Guinevere" woman then went on to have an affair with Lancelot, Galahad's father?!
Holy hell,
you people are wild!
What kind of twisted drama is this?!
Morgan didn't doubt Lot's thoughts for a second.
Aside from his occasional lack of confidence in himself, everything else he said was frighteningly accurate.
Which meant if not for Lot's knowledge of the future, her little sister would have been dragged into a messy love triangle.
And worse, as the cuckolded party in this whole mess.
Just imagining the tangled web of relationships between those three made Morgan shudder in relief.
Thank god we stopped this from happening.
Otherwise, their story would've become a millennia-spanning tale of love, betrayal, and heartbreak.
Hell, some might even claim that Lancelot actually loved Artoria all along and only got close to Guinevere to be near her!
Besides, her sister's love life should be her own choice.
Whether she liked men, women, or preferred to stay single
That was for her to decide.
Letting politics dictate it?
Absolutely unacceptable.
If she, as an older sister, couldn't even guarantee that much
Then she'd be a failure.
No matter what, her gluttonous little sister must never be dragged into a love triangle!
But speaking of which
What's this about Galahad?
Is Lancelot really that much of a scumbag?!
Jesus,
I'm not expecting you to be as devoted as my husband a man so loyal he wouldn't even glance at another woman, let alone touch the maids around him.
After all, men like him are one in a billion.
But at least have some basic decency on par with other noblemen, damn it!
This is just sad.
With only half the story, Morgan's opinion of Lancelot had already plummeted to the depths.
Meanwhile, in the Streets of Camelot
Elsewhere in the white city, Lancelot still observing the daily lives of the common folk suddenly sneezed twice in quick succession.
…Is someone bad-mouthing me?
Rubbing his nose, he dismissed the thought.
At the same time, he politely declined the handkerchief offered by a concerned young woman.
As a virgin, accepting such gestures from girls still made him a bit flustered.
Walking through Camelot's bustling streets, he pondered his next move.
What should I do now?
Maybe just return to France?
It's not like it's far.
I could probably swim back in full armor if I had to.
But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head.
…No, that's no good.
I came all the way here to make a name for myself in this island kingdom.
And what have I done so far?
Fought one knight who inexplicably hated my guts and that's it.
None of the usual heroic exploits.
No grand adventures.
For a knight seeking fame, the traditional paths were clear:
Either defeat a tyrannical lord oppressing the people…
Or pledge service to a noble house and earn glory on the battlefield.
But in Britain, neither seemed possible.
Serve a lord?
Well, most of the land here is under Camelot's control.
And given that I just fought their people, suddenly switching sides would be…
…unbelievably shameless.
As for other lords
Surely not Vortigern, of all people?
Then there was the second option: crushing corrupt nobles.
That had been his initial plan.
But before he could act, Morgan and Lot had already cleaned house.
Not just the traitors
Any noble who broke the law faced punishment.
Now, there weren't even any minor criminals left to deal with, let alone evil lords.
Lancelot had heard the common folk speak of King Lot's promise upon entering the city
"Justice for all."
And so far, he'd delivered.
But…
That's the problem.
If you solve everything…
What's left for me?
No one left to fight!
Do I really have to go slay a dragon or challenge Vortigern to single combat?
Both options seemed…
Exceedingly difficult.
A dragon might still be manageable.
But taking on Vortigern in the middle of his army?
Lancelot wasn't that confident.
So… dragon hunting, then?
Just as he was weighing his choices
A sudden commotion erupted ahead.
"Get him!"
"Don't let that freeloader escape!"
"Beat the crap out of that cheapskate!"
Lancelot looked up.
A mob was chasing a white-haired man straight toward him.
What in the world ?
What kind of madness is this?
Lancelot stared in bewilderment.