Brother and Sister

Since the conclusion of the coronation ceremony, Morgan had been staying in Camelot as if completely forgetting about Orkney.

During this period, she mainly took over the responsibilities of the former Minister of Finance, Hubert, and worked on improving the artificial magic circuit.

The basement of the royal palace had been transformed into her magic workshop. She spent most of her days there, so it was easy for Arkhan to find her.

"What's up, Arkhan? Got business with your big sister?" Morgan smiled, tucking her golden hair behind her ear.

"Nah, nothing much. Just heard you've been cooped up down here, so thought I'd pay a visit." Arkhan glanced at the dimly lit basement and shrugged. "Big Sis, didn't I tell you? Build the magic workshop outside, spacious and bright, like in Lucanmont. Staying in this closed environment all the time isn't good for your mental health."

People change with their surroundings.

Morgan had been labeled as a madwoman, not only due to her radical approach to magecraft but also because she spent all her time in the basement, making her appear gloomy and isolated.

After hearing her younger brother's concern about her, a hint of sweetness and warmth welled up in Morgan. Since the passing of her father, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this kind of care from her family.

"Okay, okay. I promise, after things settle here, I won't build the magic workshop in the basement anymore. Happy now?" Morgan chuckled while covering her mouth with her hand.

"Umu." Arkhan nodded slightly, noticing the puppet on the workbench. Examining the intricate green patterns on its body, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"What's this?"

Arkhan approached and observed the patterns carefully, while Morgan stood aside with a proud look in her pale golden eyes.

After a while, he suddenly looked up, his face showing a hint of shock.

"Big Sis, could it be..."

"Yes." Morgan nodded with a smile. "This is the final version of the second-generation artificial magic circuit. All parameters perfectly meet your requirements."

Arkhan's eyes lit up with uncontrollable joy!

The artificial magic circuit was finally complete!

With this, he could equip the Key of Domination on his knight order. Once that happened, his plan for the 'Godslayer Knights' would finally come to fruition!

"I followed your method, set a buffer zone between the circuits and the host's soul, reduced the mental impact, and simplified the commands—"

Morgan was about to explain her improvement ideas when she felt a strong force. Suddenly, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and a masculine scent filled her nostrils.

"Thank you so much, Big Sis!" Arkhan hugged Morgan tightly, full of excitement. "With this, we can easily defeat Vortigern, maybe even unify all of Britain!"

But after a while, he received no response from her.

Confused, he lowered his head to see her face flushed. Her pale golden eyes were misty, and a sweet fragrance escaped from her slightly open cherry lips.

As the initial excitement faded, he realized what he had done. But looking at that exquisite face and feeling the soft, full figure in his arms, he felt his sanity slipping away bit by bit.

His hands involuntarily slid downward, discreetly reaching the rounded and soft buttocks, gently squeezing through the silky gown.

"Mmhh~" Morgan shivered all over, unable to hold back a soft moan.

As if invigorated by this, Arkhan increased his intensity, molding her buttocks into various shapes with unrestrained fervor.

Morgan, unaccustomed to such stimulation, tried to halt his actions. However, she found herself powerless, her body growing increasingly limp. If it weren't for him supporting her, she might have collapsed like a sack of bones by now.

Seemingly finding it not thrilling enough, Arkhan's other hand stealthily climbed towards Morgan's enticing curves.

Even through the dress, he could vividly feel the delicate and ample texture.

Morgan's pretty face turned even redder, like a puppet with no intention of resisting, allowing the man before her to freely toy with her body.

Arkhan's breath became heavier, his gaze fixed on those subtly glossy crimson lips, feeling his throat unusually parched.

His head slowly descended, and a sudden panic surged within Morgan.

"No..." She whimpered softly.

Arkhan abruptly halted, his confused eyes instantly clearing as he hastily pushed Morgan away.

Morgan quickly snapped out of her bewildered state, recalling what had just happened. Intense embarrassment flooded her heart, and she couldn't bring herself to look at Arkhan.

Their gazes met and an eerie silence settled in the air.

Arkhan turned awkwardly and coughed.

"Ahem! Sorry... I... I got a bit carried away..."

Taking a deep breath, Morgan stabilized her emotions with magecraft, lifted her head, and smiled.

"It's fine, we're family after all. Isn't a bit of intimacy normal between family members?"

"Y-Yeah..."

Arkhan stuttered as his gaze unintentionally wandered over Morgan's disheveled gown. A strong impulse surged within him again, prompting him to quickly use the power of Fenghuang Down to steady his emotions.

Morgan noticed this and her face turned even more crimson. With the help of magecraft, she swiftly regained composure and nonchalantly straightened her dress.

This only heightened Arkhan's awkwardness. To shift the topic, he started to speak.

"By the way, I came to you for another reason."

He then recounted his recent experiences and his idea about the Knights of the Round Table.

"These old bastards really overstepped their boundaries, daring to play these tricks in front of their king." Morgan's expression darkened and then sneered. "Perfect timing. Since they don't want to do their job, let's give the positions to the right people."

She looked at Arkhan and nodded.

"Your idea is good, Arkhan. Don't worry, your big sister will help you solve this problem!"

"Thank you, Big Sis..." Arkhan breathed a sigh of relief and then thanked her with a smile. 

After some more small talk, he left the magic workshop.

Watching the closed door, Morgan lightly brushed her red lips with her jade-like fingers, a sweet curve appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"You little rascal..."

Morgan whispered sweetly while wearing a gentle smile.