CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

[Upon using this resolution, you will acquire the title "Prince of Wales," establish the "Kingdom of Wales," and all lands in the region will be considered your fiefdom. Due to your special status, your kingdom title will be considered a duchy title under the Kingdom of Camelot, a status that will be removed when you acquire your first imperial title.]

You have chosen to activate this resolution.

Your legendary story has been elevated.

According to official European history, after King Arthur ascended the throne, a group of British princes, led by the Kingdom of Camelot, formed an alliance with France and began their conquest of all Britain.

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Britain's plan.

However, according to some historians, this plan originated from the then Mayor of Camelot, whose power was waning at the time. King Arthur himself was merely a military commander who obeyed the Mayor of Camelot's orders. The theoretical basis for this plan was that the unification of Wales would result in none other than Quinn Europa, the Mayor of Camelot.

You have reached one trait point; please use it wisely.

Chapter Sixty: Sister Wang, can I borrow your husband for a while?

What should I do if I get +1 trait point?

Rugged, upgrade me! Let's see what surprises this trait chain has in store for me!

Seeing the long-awaited +1 trait point, Quinn didn't hesitate and put this precious trait into the "Hercules" trait line. Back then, he had only put one point into the prerequisite level 1 trait "Toughness" and he had transformed himself from a weak modern magician into a noble god. Quinn was really looking forward to what kind of breakthrough he could achieve by upgrading it again.

[You selected the trait "Robust", your Bravery stat +4, and your Favorability Attraction +10.]

My magnetic field power, I command you to appear quickly and start spinning!

Quinn couldn't help but clench his fists, as if the power to split mountains and shatter rocks was about to surge out of his body in the next second. However, after waiting for a long time, he did not feel any particularly special changes.

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System, has your computer crashed?

Quinn was bewildered. The transformative feeling he had when he chose "tough" hadn't returned. It was as if the upgrade of this trait hadn't brought him any changes. He couldn't help but lift his shirt and discover that he had actually changed a bit.

"Hmm, if I hadn't time-traveled, I could have easily gotten a job as a part-time nude model at an art academy."

If Quinn's physique was previously characterized by well-defined, powerful muscles, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculpture, then at this moment, his body seemed to be a fusion of classical sculptures such as the Discus Thrower, the David, the Venus de Milo, and the Athena statue. His full, powerful muscles, while exuding masculine beauty, were not exaggerated. They lacked the almost fanatical pursuit of masculine tension found in ancient times, and instead were more in line with modern aesthetics.

And... Quinn secretly glanced inside his pants.

Yes, it is indeed perfect. Quinn is certain that not only women, but even men, would feel awe and admiration for his current physique.

Clearly, the improvement brought about by the trait of robustness is more reflected in the perfection of one's physical body; in terms of Type-Moon's terminology...

It should be, the body by nature, a body that is considered perfect as a living being?

Quinn thought of two of the most typical Servants in the Type-Moon universe who possessed this skill: one was Attila the Hun, known as the Scourge of God, who was actually the incarnation of a wandering star vanguard; the other was Romulus, the founder of Rome.

Now, Quinn was a little confused about what the "Hercules" trait, which was a necessary attribute in CK3 that allowed players to unlock the title "Bloodline Progenitor," actually meant in the Type-Moon universe. He had thought that as long as he unlocked "Hercules," he would have physical attributes similar to Hercules, but now it seemed that the meaning of this trait was far more than that.

His robustness transformed his body into that of a god-like human from the Type-Moon universe; his strength made his body a perfect shell. Therefore, Hercules likely represents the limits of the physical body, meaning…

You believe that you will definitely become the strongest creature on Earth in the Type-Moon universe in the future, and both men and women will submit to your unparalleled physique. At the same time, you also feel relieved because you feel that your future will no longer be tied to the Greek gods. Although you don't mind recognizing the god-king of a certain pantheon as your ancestor, you believe that if you're going to worship someone, you should worship the best and maximize the cost-effectiveness to match your personal aesthetic.

Now, you feel you should prepare to welcome Artoria.

[Over the next week, you begin spreading the news of the unification of Wales. Thanks to your propaganda, the people celebrate nationwide. They don't understand why Camelot is sending troops to Wales instead of prioritizing the suppression of Vortigern's rebellion. They only know that the newly enthroned king is a capable monarch, which is the best news for the common people of this era.]

As for the kings and nobles of England, they were taken aback by Artoria's rapid pace of conquest. At first, they didn't take this bastard son who had risen to the throne because of you seriously, considering you their greatest threat. But now, they finally realized what it meant to be chosen by the times, what it meant to be the chosen King of Camelot. It turns out Merlin was right.

But now it's too late for them to regret it, because the alliance you formed has already taken shape. What they need to face is the combined force of King Arthur, the future protagonist of this era, and France, the true protagonist of the "King Arthurian legend." Under this combined attack, only the Romans who inherited the Roman legacy are worthy of sitting at the table. After all, you know there is a Roman emperor called the Sword Emperor who is plotting a strategic plan to revive Rome.

However, the most important thing for you right now is to prepare a welcoming ceremony for Artoria.

So, the day before the Camelot expedition returned to Camelot, you mass-produced the roses you had magically cultivated to please Morgan and had the guards distribute them to the residents of Camelot. The next day, when Artoria led her army to the gates of Camelot, she was greeted by a sky full of rose petals scattered by the city's inhabitants.

Countless azure rose petals drifted down from the city walls and houses, carpeting the clean streets. Large crowds, coordinated by the guards, gathered on both sides of the road, erupting in deafening cheers. The people shouted "Long live the King! Long live the Kingdom! Long live the Army!" The soldiers returning from their campaign felt an unprecedented respect from the people, making their bloodshed and sacrifice on the battlefield all worthwhile.

[And you, dressed in a noble purple robe, stood at the gates of Camelot Palace alongside Morgan, who was also dressed in full regalia, watching everything from afar. You watched the disbanded army disappear into the streets and alleys, until only Gawain, Kay, and some noble generals who had accompanied the army remained. Finally, you appeared before me in Artoria.]

[After being away from you for a month or so, Artoria's appearance is completely different from the somewhat thin girl she used to be. She is now a head taller than before, and the breastplate of her lion armor has a slightly more curved shape. When she saw you again, she took off her helmet, revealing a face that was no longer childish but more mature. She is completely different from when you first met her.]

[Artoria has indeed grown into a young woman in every way. And while you are observing the normally developing Artoria, your fiancée Morgan is also observing this girl who already has the aura of a queen. Then...]

Morgan discovered a clue.

As Artoria grew up and Merlin was imprisoned, the effects of the illusion originally cast on her weakened. Now, several months later, the illusion had lost its former concealment and was naturally exposed to Morgan, making him realize that Artoria was under some kind of illusion.

Upon realizing the presence of magic, Morgan's illusion naturally lost its effect, given her magical skill. She noticed the difference in Artoria's body, her expression changed slightly, and her brows furrowed. Memories of the past flooded back, and at that moment, Artoria finally spoke to you.

"Lord Quinn, are you satisfied with my results?"

"Of course I'm satisfied. I've heard a lot of praise for you from Gao Wen."

Quinn looked at Artoria, who already possessed the aura of a king, and nodded with great satisfaction. At this rate of development...

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In a few months at most, she will probably look exactly like the White Gunner I remember. As expected, the people of the Age of Gods develop very quickly.

“That’s good. In that case, let’s talk about what you promised me before we went to war.” Artoria said, glancing at Morgan, who had been staring at her with a slightly furrowed brow, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. “Sister Wang, I’m glad you were willing to show up today to welcome me back. Does this mean we’ve made up?”

Upon hearing this, the previously harmonious atmosphere became somewhat tense. The generals following Artoria, seeing that the situation was not good, immediately made an excuse to leave, fearing that they would be drawn into the internal disputes of the royal family. Only Gawain and Kai, who could barely be considered members of the royal family, remained in place, their foreheads covered in tense sweat.

If they could, they would have run away, but... the hostility emanating from Morgan intimidated them. They felt that if they were given any privacy at this moment, the Camelot royal family might disappear from history today.

As it turned out, they were right. Before Morgan could reply, Artoria, as if oblivious to Morgan's displeasure, walked to Quinn's side and quite naturally took his arm.

"Sister Wang, now that we've reconciled, can I borrow your husband for a little while? I have some private matters to discuss with my prime minister. I'll return him to you after I'm done."

Morgan le Fey's favorability rating towards Artoria Pendragon: -100

Chapter Sixty-One: Haven't you ever read erotic novels?!

That being said, let’s eat first.

Quinn had originally intended to say that.

Artoria dragged you away. Not only was her body maturing, but her strength was also growing. The fiery red dragon blood was having a far greater impact on the girl than you had imagined. You realized that Artoria was indeed enjoying the benefits of being a dragon. You could only give Morgan an apologetic look.

Your fiancée snorted coldly, turned around, and returned to the depths of the palace, unwilling to stay there any longer. Gawain and Kai breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that at least for now, no internal strife would break out within the royal family. At the same time, their admiration for you grew even more, realizing that you were truly a master at manipulating people's hearts.

[You let Artoria lead you into the King's office. To outsiders, it seemed like the new King, having gained fame on the battlefield, was summoning his chancellor to seize power, but in reality...]

Once no one else was watching, Artoria released your hand and sat down in the king's chair where you had been sitting. She naturally crossed her legs, confidently and generously displaying her rapidly developing body.

"Lord Quinn, have you noticed any difference in me compared to before?"

Artoria's slightly excited tone and generous gestures made Quinn understand her purpose, and he immediately offered praise, "I really didn't expect you to grow so fast."

“Now, I’m not some shorty anymore. What should you call me now, Lord Quinn?”

You have a really good memory. You actually remembered those words that you just casually said back then.

Quinn looked at Artoria, who was beaming with joy, and felt a little helpless. He hadn't expected that she would remember this matter for so long and so deeply, and now that she had just opened her body, she was so eager to prove it to him. However, this was good. It just showed that his relationship with her was good, and that Artoria didn't care about his authoritarian behavior.

“My Queen, congratulations on growing into a young woman.” Quinn was generous with his praise, which made Artoria even happier.

"Now that I am a king capable of standing on my own, what should you do? Minister of the Palace, it's been a long time since I've seen you return from the battlefield. You're not just going to give me this perfunctory answer, are you? Come on, do something a minister of the palace should do for the king."

Artoria stood up again in front of you, turned her back to you, and gestured for you to remove her armor. You did not refuse, because it was a sign of her trust in you.

You step forward and gently stroke the armor that once belonged to you. You notice that even after the battles of war, the lion armor still shines brightly, without a single trace of being hacked or slashed. Its current owner takes great care of it. At the same time, you smell a faint fragrance, the scent of some kind of flower.

[Clearly, in order to make a good impression on your reunion, Artoria made a point of cleaning herself before returning to Camelot; otherwise, given the conditions on the battlefield, you would likely have encountered some kind of indescribable mixed odor.]

You skillfully peeled the armor that once belonged to you from that delicate body, revealing her striking and radiant form before your eyes. At this moment, you finally realized Artoria's maturity. Even with her back to you, you could see the rounded curves slightly exposed from her armpits. This younger sister was much more developed than her older sister. At least, from Morgan's perspective, all you could notice was her smooth, white back, while Artoria...

You have an urge to reach out and grasp her slender waist, tracing the curve of her waist down to her armpits, and then slowly kneading those tempting fruits. You think that would feel amazing, even through clothing. But you suppress the desire rising within you, even though you know that she wouldn't resist if you did.

You obediently set aside the armor you were holding, then took a bottle of wine and two glasses from a cabinet on one side of the administration office, placed them in front of you, and filled them. You noticed Artoria's somewhat displeased look; she seemed to think she had no charm over you, which greatly disappointed her. But soon, she noticed your gaze occasionally drifting to a certain spot, which made a smile appear on her lips.

She didn't point out your suspicions, and you pretended not to know she had noticed. You began drinking and chatting in the administration office. Artoria told you about her amusing experiences on the battlefield, and you took on the role of a good listener, offering just the right amount of praise whenever she spoke of something she was proud of. This simple, unpretentious conversation gave her great satisfaction, and under the influence of alcohol, Artoria's words and actions became more open.

She would occasionally puff out her chest and cross her legs, using her proud physique to attract your attention, trying to entice you to focus more on her. This made you want to laugh. Watching Artoria's clumsy seduction techniques, you couldn't bear to call her out on the fact that she was behaving more like a model, acting as if she were selling a product in front of you. Although she had a better figure than her sister, she was still a knight after all, and her thinking and behavior were closer to that of a man.

If Morgan were trying to seduce you, she would have already pretended to be drunk, made a show of wanting to leave the room, and then slumped into your lap, using you as a twig to display her feminine vulnerability. Of course, given your relationship with Morgan, you think she's more likely to sit openly in your lap, using her drunkenness to shamelessly tear off your clothes, directly expressing her thoughts and desires.

However, no matter how immature Artoria's behavior may be, you still find it pleasing to the eye. No one dislikes a hot blonde with long, wavy hair showcasing her beauty, and Artoria is, in a sense, a blonde with long, wavy hair.

And so, you fell for the trap.

As the wine glasses were refilled time and again, a slight blush rose to both your cheeks. Just as Artoria was about to refill her glass again, you took her hand holding the bottle, feigning a dreamy look, and stood up to whisper in her ear.

"Do you know why we haven't given you any authority?" Quinn asked, feigning drunkenness.

"why?"

Slightly tipsy, Artoria didn't see through Quinn's disguise and still thought she had really gotten the man drunk.

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He was so drunk that he dared to utter such blatantly presumptuous words to his own king.

"Because you have no heir, Artoria. A king cannot be without an heir, especially a king in power. If there is no successor, your power will bring you trouble. Too many people do not want you to be king. When they realize that you have no children and the power cannot be inherited normally, some people will not want you to continue to sit in this position. They will try every means to use all kinds of conspiracies to make you step down. Rather than that, it is better for me to take power. At least this way, you can be safe and worry-free."

These words, tinged with the smell of alcohol, made Artoria's heart race. She stared blankly at the man in front of her, noticing the concern in his eyes. In that instant, everything from the past flooded her mind, making it impossible for her to tell whether these words were true or false.

She felt like crying, unsure how to reciprocate this kindness, until…

"So, promise me, okay? Don't upset your sister. As long as Morgan doesn't object, I can continue to protect you. Just listen to me and don't be too flashy. That way, we can continue to maintain our current relationship peacefully."

Now, Artoria's emotions vanished, replaced by anger and irritation; she could no longer tolerate it.

Your disguise completely ignited Artoria's possessiveness. She threw all worldly morality and chivalry to the wind, decisively pushing you to the ground, flipping over to straddle you, wrapping your long legs around your waist, bending down to lightly kiss your lips, intending to silence your unfinished words, and shamelessly sucking on your saliva.

[This long, wet kiss lasted for several minutes before Artoria finally ended, satisfied. But you could see a change in her eyes; the red dragon bloodline was further influencing her body, arousing her primal desires. Almost instinctively, she reached out and caressed your chest and ribs. Your body reacted uncontrollably, and then you heard what you wanted to hear.]

"An heir? What's the problem? I'll just have one, won't I? Don't try to use Morgan as an excuse. I won't give you to her. I'll give you whatever you want. I am the King of Camelot, not her!"

After saying that, Artoria bent down again and greedily devoured her lover's body, leaving her marks on Quinn's body as if a dragon were greedy for gold.

And Quinn...

He felt both pain and pleasure. The pleasure came from the fact that even though Artoria knew very little about matters of the heart, the sensation of her exceptionally beautiful body pressed against his was undeniably pleasurable. The pain, however, stemmed from…

Hey you! Be gentle when you're squeezing your legs together, it's killing my back! I'm not a real horse, stop rubbing against me like that! Haven't you ever read any erotic novels?!

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Secret History of the British Court

You have obtained the "Blood of the Red Dragon"