30 Britain, Do You Want It?

"..."

There stood a beautiful woman dressed in a long black dress, wearing a black veil. Through the translucent veil, one could catch a glimpse of a face that bore a striking resemblance to Mordred's.

If young Mordred were to grow into a mature woman, she would probably look something like this.

'No, that won't do. It's hard to imagine Mordred in the body of a mature woman of that age.' Artorius lacked a bit of imagination in this regard, indicating that he was still a good-natured boy.

His aunt's appearance was even more alluring than Mordred's, and her figure was even more enchanting. Her curves were pronounced, far superior to the adolescent Mordred's. Artorius silently gave his approval.

"Morgan le Fay."

"Artorius Pendragon."

Speaking of which, this was Artorius's first meeting with his aunt. They raised their glasses in a toast to each other. Their smiles seemed genuine, lacking any hostility, which relieved Mordred.

Just a moment ago, upon sensing the arrival of her mother, she almost drew her sword and attacked.

—Of course, it would be at her mother. Who else?

However, after the gesture of raising their glasses, Artorius simply placed his glass back in its original position.

"Did you put something in the drink?"

Morgan's voice matched her figure and good looks. It had a seductive, slightly husky quality. It easily evoked thoughts of what kind of songs she would sing if she were thrown onto a bed and various other activities took place.

"Of course not..." Artorius nearly burst into laughter at the other's deflective behavior. He leaned forward slightly and continued, "My dear aunt, it seems that it was you who slipped some aphrodisiac in there by yourself."

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The two silently locked eyes and continued to do so for a while before they burst into simultaneous laughter. Their laughter held genuine delight rather than a forced or insincere smile.

This only puzzled Mordred further. Her wariness didn't diminish; instead, it grew stronger.

"So, you're here just to wait for me?" Morgan asked Artorius. After receiving a positive response, the alluring woman leaned back, accentuating the voluptuous parts of her body. She looked at him with a gaze filled with confusion and seduction. Because previously, she had detected astonishment, desire, and a conquering urge in his eyes.

Just like the men she had encountered before.

He desired herself. And so, she could use this man to achieve her goals. For Morgan, it was an easy matter.

"And if not?"

"Hmm~ Maybe we should find a different place to have a proper discussion?" Morgan's gaze flickered, tinged with teasing desire.

"Sure, no problem."

"Brother?!"

Upon hearing Artorius's response, Mordred grew anxious. In her heart, her mother was a fearsome existence. The thought of leaving Artorius alone to face Morgan terrified her.

"Don't worry, I will be fine," Artorius reassured her, holding Mordred's hand.

"But—"

"Really, don't worry..."

With Artorius's reassurance, Mordred regained her composure.

"Your brother isn't as helpless as you think. Relax, okay?"

"Mm, okay."

Morgan watched coldly from the side, while her feeling of resentment continued to grow.

Although she hadn't invested much maternal love in Mordred, there were times when she would become excited and even filled with murderous intent as she looked at Mordred's reflection that resembled her sister.

But now, seeing Mordred receive Artorius's favor and witnessing the interaction between the siblings, she couldn't help but feel anger and dissatisfaction.

Mordred was her daughter, her possession. Yet she had been taken away. Damn it, all those Pendragon bastards are damn traitors. Whether this one or that one, they're all damn bastards.

Unconsciously, she cursed herself as well. The witch gritted her teeth tightly until Artorius calmed Mordred and looked her way. Then she revealed a seductive smile as enticing as poppies.

In the next moment, Artorius and Morgan vanished, leaving only Mordred behind.

The girl who deeply loved her big brother felt a heavy sense of unease.

Even though Artorius had assured her, the true state of affairs remained unknown.

Before her brother's return, Mordred had to prepare for the worst.

'Please be safe and sound, my dear brother.'

She silently prayed like this.

Meanwhile...

While Mordred silently prayed for Artorius...

In a castle hundreds of kilometers away, belonging to Morgan le Fay.

This heavily fortified magecraft fortress easily opened its doors to Artorius.

The situation was completely different from what Mordred had imagined, even the opposite.

Artorius and Morgan were engaged in a delightful conversation.

The air was filled with the scent of exotic incense. Magical puppets acted as musicians, playing smooth and elegant melodies.

Moonlight and starlight, enhanced by the effects of magecraft, illuminated the castle hall, making it incredibly splendid.

In this dreamlike ballroom, Artorius gracefully held Morgan's waist as they danced.

They gazed into each other's eyes, witnessing the desire gradually intensify and become passionate. Morgan confirmed that this handsome boy was different from his mother. He lacked any sense of righteousness and integrity, instead exuding a strong desire for material things.

For Artoria, as long as there was clean water and sufficient black bread to sustain her energy for battle, she was content. She could sleep in a stable, even while wearing armor.

But for Artorius, he indulged in fine wine, exquisite food, and beautiful women. He loved palaces and luxuries.

"You're quite skilled at dancing."

"The same goes for you."

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually heated up. Although they were meeting for the first time, it felt like they had longed to meet each other.

Well, if one talks about being relatives, Morgan was the sister of the King, so she was Artorius's aunt. They were close kin, so having certain similarities in character was acceptable. It was a normal thing, right?

"So, what is your purpose?"

Morgan asked with a tempting voice, adopting a gentle yet seductive tone. However, this feigned gentleness disappeared after Artorius spoke the next sentence, replaced by deep resentment and hatred.

"Britain, do you want it?"

Facing Morgan le Fay, Artorius Pendragon—the Crown Prince and the leader of the Germanic Army, asked casually.

It was as if he was asking Morgan if she wanted a bone-in ribeye steak.

"If you cooperate with me, I will consider giving Britain to you."

Artorius said to her in a joking manner.