CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

Three days after Morgan sent the supplies, Quinn, under the guise of Princess Morgan, began to travel around Camelot, supporting the nobles who were still resisting Vortigern, and building up her and Morgan's reputation.

Over the next few months, your armored paladins waged guerrilla warfare against Vortigern's army across various battlefields throughout Britain.

On the battlefield, when the armored paladins charge from the flanks, any army formation crumbles under the resounding hoofbeats of the heavy cavalry. Vortigern's infantry legions struggle to withstand your flanking charges, and his light cavalry cannot hinder your attacks. However, your military capabilities are too limited; you often only manage to repel the enemy without inflicting significant casualties. Even so, you are the only one since King Uther's death to have been able to defeat Vortigern's army.

[You have received the title "Enemy of the White Dragon," the Camelot faction's favorability towards you has increased by 20, the Camelot nobles have raised funds for you, and you have received 300 gold coins.]

With a military score of 7, it would be good enough if we could win.

Quinn wasn't dissatisfied with the result. After all, he really didn't know much about commanding troops. As someone who basically only knew how to use the F2A method, he was already quite good at knowing to have the cavalry charge on the flanks instead of charging head-on.

Now, realizing your own military shortcomings, you intend to launch the second phase of your plan.

This winter, you returned to Camelot and came to the back garden where you met Morgan. You planned to hold a tournament in Morgan's name, hoping to catch a golden fish with a cowlick and an insatiable appetite.

But before that, you need to convince Britain's richest woman to spend money on this martial arts tournament.

Chapter Five: Seducing the Older Sister for the Sake of Her Younger Sister

When Quinn returned to Camelot, the number of cavalrymen with him had increased from fifty to one hundred.

Over the past few months, his continued support for the Camelot nobles has earned him another substantial sum of money, which he has naturally used to expand his army in order to complete the mission commissioned by Morgan. Although a hundred heavy cavalrymen may sound like a lot, in the current British battlefield environment, they are equivalent to a hundred heavy tanks.

This made Quinn appear to the Camelot nobles as a warlord, but Quinn himself knew very well that the real role his soldiers could play was merely filling in the gaps, because there were indeed people on the moon who could form an army all by themselves.

For example, King Arthur and Artoria.

However, at this point in time, the future king of Britain is currently a knight squire hidden away by Merlin, and without knowing his true identity, he lives a monotonous life of sleeping only three hours a day, practicing swordsmanship during the day, and being forced by Merlin to learn how to be a king in his dreams at night.

Tsk, what a waste.

Thinking of the original history of the moon, where Merlin led the plan to raise the Saber King, Quinn felt that letting the Saber King wander among the people was a waste, and it would be better to let him join his ranks and lead his army to fight.

You have to take your sister's money and your sister's people; that's what makes it a healthy way to cling to someone's coattails. Anyway, even the immature Saber King should have a higher military ability than me.

That's what Quinn thought, but...

"A martial arts tournament? No way."

In the back garden filled with all kinds of flowers, Quinn met Morgan again and made his request, but Morgan refused.

“A tournament would be a great morale booster,” Quinn advised. “It is now winter, and neither our army nor Vortigern’s army will fight in winter. If you invite them, all the nobles who were once favored by you will come. We can bring these knights who were once loyal to your father back to your side. They will be your help in ascending the throne.”

"...I know you're thinking of me, but I really don't have the energy." Morgan's tone was filled with fatigue.

It was only then that Quinn noticed that the wealthy woman who had given him 400 in start-up capital was no longer the same as she had been a few months earlier. When they first met, Morgan was like a rosebud in spring. He could still recall her exquisite figure wrapped in a long dress, her rounded, white shoulders that were rarely exposed outside the dress, and her well-defined collarbone that made one want to drop a few drops of water on it.

Morgan at that time was indeed like a flower bud about to bloom, giving people a sense of guilt for wanting to peel off the flower bud to see if he would let it bloom prematurely.

At first glance, Morgan looks exactly the same as before, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it's a deliberate disguise; look at her long, silver-gray hair...

Chapter 5

Her hair had become somewhat dry and split, and her clear eyes showed signs of fatigue. Her face still gave off a cold and aloof feeling, but a closer look revealed a hint of haggardness.

Quinn realized that something might have happened to Morgan while he was away from Camelot. He looked around and noticed that the gardens of Camelot Palace had become overgrown with weeds due to neglect during the months he was gone.

I haven't mentioned anything major happening in Camelot recently, have I?

Quinn recalled the days he had spent running around Camelot, and after thinking it over, he couldn't think of anything that Morgan should be bothered with. Since defeating King Uther, Vortigern had rarely appeared in public, instead letting his troops ravage the lands of Britain on their own.

The combat effectiveness of these armies varied greatly. The truly elite troops remained around Vortigern throughout. It could be said that this period was a rare truce, and there should have been nothing that could have made Morgan so haggard.

"What's wrong? If I can help you, please let me know as soon as possible."

Although he couldn't understand the reason, Quinn knew that he had to make a statement immediately in order to gain the other party's trust.

“I…have no worries.” Morgan paused. “I’ve been watching your performance closely, Quinn. I’ve heard you brought back a hundred cavalrymen. You are the sharpest blade in my hands right now, and I need you to continue. Let’s end this meeting here. I will have supplies delivered to your tent as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Morgan turned and left, leaving Quinn standing alone in the back garden, bewildered and helpless.

Something's not right with this script.

With Morgan gone, and the back garden empty of everyone else, Quinn, too lazy to maintain decorum, simply sat down by the flowerbeds and began to ponder the reasons for his failed attempt to collect the money.

First of all, I'm sure I'm fine.

In less than a year, I've already managed to train a hundred heavy cavalrymen. What problems could there possibly be? If there are any more problems, I can simply turn around and sail across the ocean to Rome to surrender and restore the glory of the Roman Empire.

Since I'm fine, then the problem must lie with Morgan.

Thinking this, Quinn found Morgan's character panel.

Character: Morgan Le Fey

Beliefs: Celtic Primitive Beliefs

Culture: Celtic

Clan: Pendragon

Diplomacy: 19

Military: 11

Management: 10

Strategy: 23

Knowledge: 31

Bravery Value: 35

摩根·勒·菲对您的好感度：+80（承认对方继承权20+倾国倾城30+对方认为您是一名诚实的人10）+您的称号“白龙之敌”20

Character Status: Neurotic (This character has recently suffered a severe mental blow and is under immense psychological pressure, constantly tense about everything)

Okay, I knew it wasn't me who had the problem, it was her. Sigh, rich women are indeed hard to please.

Quinn sighed, and couldn't help but recall his mentor's sister. Back then, in order to get under Director Ken's command, he had to flatter the El-Melloi princess countless times. Fortunately, he had previous experience, so he was quite adept at this area.

It's all about pleasing rich women; that's his specialty.

After Morgan rejected you, you sensed that the princess was in trouble, but this was no problem for you. You always knew how to please women, so this winter, you traveled all over the kingdom of Camelot and finally found a clump of wild roses by a lake. You took these roses back to your tent and built a greenhouse to grow them.

You began cultivating your "blue rose," and you devised a scheme to seduce Morgan.

Chapter Six: Legendary Seed = Fictional Historical Device

You have your own expertise in how to approach women. To successfully become the lover of the heir to the Camelot throne, you know you must first get her attention, not in matters of state, but in personal feelings. Therefore, while building a greenhouse to cultivate flowers, you seek out a bard.

A few days later, a bard from a foreign land arrived in Camelot. He deliberately held a free performance near the Camelot royal court. For the people of Camelot, who had suffered greatly from war, this free performance came at just the right time. From knights to commoners, everyone was attracted by the bard's performance. The crowd gathered under the high walls of the Camelot royal court. This commotion also attracted the attention of Morgan, who had long lived in the tower.

Morgan tacitly approved the performance, knowing that a show that could make everyone happy would be beneficial for Camelot at this point. Thus, with the princess's tacit approval, the performance gradually evolved into a spontaneous folk festival, and bards became popular participants. As the festival began, the bards started to put their energy into action.

The poet recounts his travels to the Camelots, telling tales of heroes from across Europe. The common people are captivated by the storytelling, but some knights discover that the poet's stories mostly originate from the Mediterranean, the homeland of you, the enemy of the White Dragon. They sense something, and notice your figure in a hidden corner of the celebration. They feel they understand something.

At the end of the celebration, the poet sang a ballad, a love song about a Mediterranean nobleman wooing a princess from a distant land. Now, the knights of Camelot understood everything.

After the celebration ended, the bard left Camelot, but the turmoil it caused lingered. A knight shared his speculations with Morgan, who summoned you to express his gratitude and request that you focus more on your mission.

You didn't pique Morgan's interest, but you don't care, because you've already achieved your goal.

Someone blocked your way as you left the palace.

"You are the enemy of the White Dragon? Quinn from the Mediterranean?" A young knight, fully armed and wielding a sharp sword, appears before you. "I know what you want. Let's duel. If you lose, leave Camelot. The people of Camelot have no need for a foreign king."

You observe your surroundings and notice that many Camelot knights are watching you. You know that this hothead is most likely a shield put forward by these knights. You are a little angry. You didn't expect that after you helped Camelot out of a predicament, these people would still dare to hinder your pursuit of Morgan. What's even more unforgivable is that they actually guessed your thoughts.

Let's just kill him.

Quinn sized up the young knight in front of him. He hadn’t expected that anyone in this era could guess his plan to obtain the throne by marrying Morgan. Weren’t the knights of the Moon Britain supposed to be the kind of morally perfect figures in chivalric literature?

Why do these guys suddenly become so sharp-minded as soon as I arrive?

Thinking this, he opened the other person's character panel. 26 Valor. Okay, then it's fine.

"You want to challenge me? I refuse to duel with a dishonorable fellow like you; it would only dirty my sword," Quinn shouted at his opponent.

The young knight was furious. "Who are you calling utterly dishonorable?"

"Of course it's you. You dare to talk to me about glory? The burden of Camelot is on my shoulders now. The enemy is outside, and I am trying to raise an army to hinder Vortigern's army. Yet you are here to stop me and slander me for wanting the throne of Camelot. When have you ever thought about the princess's difficulties? When have you ever thought about the difficulties I, Camelot, face?"

"You!" The young knight's eyes widened, but he couldn't utter a word. After a long pause, he could only manage to squeeze out, "You're talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Then keep stirring things up. Make it so I can't raise an army, make it so Her Highness has no soldiers, make it so Camelot falls. All I'll do is keep you company."

Chapter 6

"Let's die together!"

After finishing his rant, Quinn ignored the young knight, whose face was flushed red, whether from anger or self-reproach, and glanced around at the knights before turning and leaving the palace.

You rejected the challenge and righteously condemned the knight who dared to confront you. In any case, you were telling the truth; you were indeed not interested in the Camelot throne. After all, what you wanted was all of Britain. However, your words spread throughout the Camelot court.

Morgan learned of this and praised your actions, commending you as a true knight. The nobles who had previously received your assistance began to spread your story. The young knight who had challenged you in public realized his mistake and was deeply impressed by your noble character, awarding you 120 gold coins to support your cause.

You have obtained a "Legendary Seed." As your deeds are celebrated by the world, you will gain unique traits that match your legendary achievements.

Your title "Enemy of the White Dragon" has been transformed into a trait.

[Enemy of the White Dragon: Gain 5 points of Valor when fighting against dragons]

"These knights really do drop gold coins."

Inside the tent, Quinn weighed the gold coins in his hand, his face filled with a happy smile. Disregarding the 30 gold coins he spent to invite the bard to Camelot, he still had 270 gold coins left, enough for him to expand the size of the Ironclad Paladins once again. The newly acquired trait would also give him greater assistance in the future battles against Vortigern.

This celebration was well worth it.

However, Morgan's attitude towards him hasn't changed much, which is giving Quinn a headache. So far, Morgan's attitude towards him is still mainly one of gratitude.

But he was not discouraged. After all, Morgan was a princess, and this little trick was just a prelude. The real show would have to wait until Morgan took the initiative to reveal her troubles.

Anyway, Quinn has plenty of time and can wait.

You decide to remain inactive for the time being, maintain your persona, and wait for Morgan to expose his weaknesses.

[This wait didn't last long. In the second month of winter, when a group of refugees from Vortigern's military-occupied territories poured into Camelot, Morgan finally summoned you to court again. You arrived at the Camelot court with great interest and saw Morgan once more.]

This time, Princess Camelot no longer concealed her predicament and made a request to you.

"Quinn, my most trusted knight, I need your help. Do you have any way to help me purchase a large amount of food?"