As the word "punishment" flashed through her mind, Morgan hesitated for a moment, then as if she recalled something amusing, her lips curved into a seductive smile.
She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Alvin with interest, her fingertip lightly tapping her plump lips as she gazed softly at her little lover, smiling sweetly while speaking. "You'll really try to satisfy me~? You'll obey any request I make?"
...Why does her tone feel off?
Despite a vague sense of crisis, Alvin nodded resolutely. "I keep my word..."
"But it can't cross my bottom line."
Fearing she might demand something outrageous, he added quickly.
It wasn't like he was afraid that Morgan would do anything to harm him.
But things like sending him to a dark room or something...was still something that made him shudder.
"Then lie down."
The cold, emotionless command caught Alvin off guard.
"What...?"
"Didn't you say you'd do anything in private?"
Hearing her words, the boy's eyes widened in shock, but the woman's smile only grew brighter and more alluring.
She pulled Alvin deeper into the chambers, her bare feet like snow, untouched by any dust.
When she reached the windowsill, she pulled out a chair and sat down.
The sunlight from the window fell perfectly on the table, illuminating her cool, stunning face.
Propping her cheek with one hand, her ample chest resting on the desk, her eyes examined the boy with keen interest.
Finally, Alvin couldn't hold out and ask first. "...What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to compensate me? Why are you so scared? Do you think I'll eat you alive?"
Morgan glanced at him sideways, her eyes laced with disdain.
"That's not what I meant, it's just..."
Alvin thought...'Your reaction is completely different from usual, when something's off, there's always a reason... How could I not be afraid?'
But as his thoughts raced, Morgan spoke again. "Then lie down on the floor."
Alvin froze for a moment, staring at the seductive, enchanting beauty in front of him in astonishment.
Morgan didn't avoid her eyes, remaining composed, her gaze playful and teasing as she crossed her voluptuous legs, dangling her fair feet casually. "Why are you so shocked? Didn't you keep staring at my feet earlier... This way, I can indulge you a bit, right?"
She leaned forward, her luscious red lips brushing his ear, whispering seductively word by word. "Pervert~"
...
Camelot Palace.
The King's Hall.
Artoria slowly opened her eyes at a simple, elegant desk.
She looked down at her hands, then scanned the surroundings briefly, quickly reaching a conclusion.
'Looks like I've returned from the "modern world," huh?'
Though she had heard all sorts of stories about transmigration from various transmigrators and all, no matter how many times she heard them, nothing compared to experiencing it firsthand.
Once the transmigration countdown ended, the system would transport people to the corresponding location in a way that defied understanding.
When the countdown finished, they'd return to their original world.
So that's what transmigration is like...
Artoria thought silently, then quickly remembered another crucial matter as she turned to her aide beside her and asked. "Have you seen Princess Morgan?"
"Princess Morgan should still be in her chambers... Does the King have any orders? Or should I send someone to summon her?"
The aide replied respectfully.
"No need. I was just asking casually."
Artoria shook her head. "Where's Alvin now?"
Since returning to ancient Britain, she hasn't seen any sign of Alvin...
Who knew what that guy was up to.
With his personality, he should come explain himself about the Holy Grail War, right?
Since she was angry, he should coax her.
"Not long ago, a guest visited the palace. Perhaps he's still occupied with that?"
The aide said, stealing a couple more glances at the noble, beautiful King Arthur.
Back in Britain, Artoria was still clad in her silver-white armor, her golden hair simply tied up, crowned with a symbol of kingship.
Her dignified, stunning face and cool, clear eyes gazed thoughtfully, seeming a bit distracted as she sat there.
Though she had served beside King Arthur for years, the aide sometimes felt she couldn't quite read her king.
In the past, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had sealed her heart away... Yet since that boy appeared in the palace, the king seemed to be changing gradually.
I suppose that's a good thing...?
Knock, knock, knock...
Hearing her words, the golden-haired Knight King tapped her knuckles lightly on the desk, her expression calm but her heart filled with displeasure.
This time, when she appeared in Fuyuki as a transmigrator, she had assumed victory would be hers...and she would be able to stay with Alvin without anyone interfering between them.
But who would've thought that transmigrators weren't limited to just her?
Morgan le Fay was one as well.
And... Even when she set aside her prejudices to accept her sister's summoning, intending to surprise Alvin, he had surprised her instead.
To be accurate, multiple surprises.
Between her and her sister, and Manaka Sajyou, Alvin had chosen the latter twice in a row.
Though she wanted to act like nothing happened, after returning to ancient Britain, the more Artoria stepped back, the angrier she got.
Although she knew that with Alvin's character, there must be a reason for that...but even that thought couldn't make her suppress the unhappiness in her heart.
When did a girl, who just appeared become so important...
Finally, her fingers stopped tapping the desk, and she looked at her aide.
"Go summon him. I need to talk to him."
In the past, the aide might have grown suspicious again.
After all, no matter how outstanding Alvin was, he shouldn't be someone the king obsessed over, right?
But by now, she had accepted the king's apparent fondness for... that sort of thing.
As long as it didn't affect the kingdom, indulging in a bit of beauty to relax was fine.
As an aide, she should understand and respect it.
With this in mind, the aide maintained a positive attitude, bowing respectfully. "...Yes."