"Look, is that an Earthling? They look so strange!"
An Inhuman, whose appearance was as hard to distinguish as an Old God's, said to those around him. Such a fellow probably hadn't seen royalty before, otherwise, why would he find Artoria, who had the same form as royalty, strange? The words of this unknown entity earned disdain from those who had seen royalty.
"I'm sorry, Sister Angela, it was my idea to bring you out for a stroll."
Crystal, walking beside Artoria, apologized to her. She hadn't expected the news of an Earthling coming to the Inhumans to spread so quickly. Now almost all Inhumans knew about an Earthling visiting them. Crystal was taking Artoria on a sightseeing tour through the streets of Attilan, and now they were being gawked at by the Inhumans.
"It's alright, Crystal. Living in the world, one doesn't need to care too much about the opinions of others. Living freely and being true to yourself is the most important thing."
"Caring too much about others' opinions will only make you more uncomfortable."
Compared to the conflicted Crystal, Artoria was much more open. She calmly met the various gazes of the Inhumans—curious, amazed, or repulsed. Regardless of the meaning these gazes conveyed, Artoria accepted them with equanimity. Artoria's rule of life was that it didn't matter how others saw you, but don't go too far. The strong could ignore the provocations of the weak, but they could not tolerate the weak touching their bottom line.
"Sister, you're so amazing!"
Although she only half-understood, Artoria's words gave Crystal a very profound feeling, much like a child looking up at a soldier standing tall in the wind and frost, not understanding why he stood there, but feeling his greatness. Crystal felt exactly like that now.
"Although I am still an immature King, I am destined to become King."
Possessing King Arthur's Spirit Origin, Artoria was not joking. She was destined to fully activate and break through her Spirit Origin, growing into the true King Arthur. In this Parallel Universe, Artoria is the King Arthur of this Earth, and no one can change that, unless the Creator, the Old Man of the Universe, personally steps out to deny Artoria's existence and completely separate the names Artoria and King Arthur. Otherwise, Artoria is King Arthur.
After coming into contact with Morgan, Artoria's Spirit Origin began to stir, looking as if it would break through at any moment. After gaining Morgan's approval, the world's concept of King Arthur was activated. Artoria slowly began to possess a deterrent force different from Dragon Might. This was the King's bearing.
"So Sister Angela is a King! Doesn't that make you exactly like my Royal Brother? This is the first King I've met besides my Royal Brother. What is Sister Angela's Royal Title and Capital City called?"
Hearing Artoria's confident words, Crystal didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately believed Artoria's claim. She happily bounced from Artoria's side to stand in front of her, cheerfully asking Artoria.
"I am the King of the Holy Kingdom of Great Britain, and my Royal Title is... well, you can just call me King Arthur! But in private, Sister Angela is fine."
Looking at Crystal, who was as adorable as a Little Rabbit, Artoria smiled slightly, reaching out to rub Little Crystal's small golden head. This child was truly cute! If only Mordred, that Naughty Child, were this adorable, she wouldn't be so afraid of the arrival of the Father-Slaying Sword.
"Sister Angela, since you are a King, do you have a Queen Consort? What kind of person is she?"
Thinking of her Sister-in-law, who was usually fierce, Crystal felt a chill down her spine. She was very curious whether Sister Angela had a Queen Consort, and what kind of person Artoria's Queen Consort was, completely unaware that there was anything unusual about Artoria marrying a woman, given that Artoria herself was a woman.
"Queen Consort, you say!?"
Crystal's words made an image flash instantly in Artoria's mind: a woman who bore some resemblance to herself—Morgan, the woman who was passionate like fire in bed, Morgan, the woman who nearly broke her waist. She wondered where Morgan was now. But Artoria had to admit that this woman had entered her heart. If possible, having a Mordred with this woman would be acceptable, even if it meant a Father-Slaying liability appeared; Artoria wouldn't mind.
"If, Sister, you don't have a Queen Consort, how about Crystal becomes your Queen Consort when she grows up?"
"Pfft~~!"
Innocent children are always capable of saying Earth-shattering things. Artoria was so shocked by Crystal's words that she spat out a mouthful of saline water. But looking at Crystal's innocent eyes, Artoria couldn't bring herself to lecture her. She could only try to calm her Dragon Heart, which had just been stimulated.
"Do you know what you are saying, Crystal?"
Artoria stared into Crystal's eyes, asking seriously, but her tone dared not be too harsh, afraid of scaring the child. Educating children was truly troublesome. She, Artoria, was not a loli-con, a Hentai like that, and had no interest in Crystal's small frame. She could not mislead Crystal, planting seeds in her innocent, muddled young mind. That wasn't guidance; that was grooming. She, Artoria, was not that perverted.
"Of course I know! It's just like Royal Brother and Sister-in-law, being together for life, being with the person you like. Crystal knows all this, and I'm not a little kid. Crystal likes Sister Angela and wants to be with Sister Angela forever, so isn't it perfectly normal for me to marry Sister when I grow up and become her Queen Consort?"
Crystal looked at Artoria innocently, methodically straightening out the relationship between her brother and Sister-in-law before stating her own idea. Although her words weren't wrong, something still felt off.
"Normal... my foot! How exactly do the Inhumans educate their children? Haven't they taught them even the necessary lessons?"
Crystal's 'fallacy' made Artoria so angry her chest swelled up a size. She seriously questioned the Inhumans' method of educating children. What kind of education could possibly produce a child as'smart' as Crystal? It was enough to make someone cough up blood.
"Forget it. Let's talk about this when you're older!"
Feeling mentally exhausted, Artoria was unwilling to discuss this topic further with Crystal; she had been defeated by the child. Crystal, however, happily linked arms with Artoria and pulled her around to sightsee. She didn't usually go out much, but she had all the maps memorized, so she wouldn't get lost. Since both her Royal Brother and Sister-in-law were busy, she represented the Royal Family in giving Artoria a tour of Attilan.
Little Crystal didn't know that everything she said was reported by Special Ability Users to Black Bolt and Medusa. The two of them fell into collective silence. For the previous matters, they could still smile and praise Crystal for extracting information, but right afterward, Crystal had'sold herself out.'
"Don't look at me. I'm usually very busy and haven't had time to teach Crystal. It's all your fault."
Seeing Black Bolt's implied gaze, Medusa immediately started shifting the blame, unreasonably pushing the responsibility onto Black Bolt. But Black Bolt couldn't speak, and Medusa wouldn't even connect with him via Brain Waves. He was speechless and helpless. He wasn't trying to talk about that matter; his Stupid Younger Brother was causing trouble Again and Again and Again. What should he do? Waiting online, urgent.
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