Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

The so-called backbone of the nobility is worthless in the face of power.

This reminded him of the president who was in a wheelchair.

Power, achievements, prestige, and benefits.

With so many things combined, it can become the sun no matter where it is.

"You've done a good job these past few days. I should be able to mention Artoria to Morgan and get the two kingdoms to unite and fight the White Dragon."

Modern Britain is similar to the Eastern and Western Roman Empires.

The difference is that Morgan has not yet truly ascended the throne; he is waiting for the day the white dragon dies.

At the same time, Artoria suddenly raised her head and looked out the window, as if she could see the person she most wanted to see through layers of space.

"When I finally got you, I should have abandoned my selfishness, but I just couldn't let go of you."

Artoria raised the Golden Sword of Victory, glanced at it twice, then looked away, murmuring to herself.

"The fact that the White Dragon wasn't killed by you means that my existence has meaning."

"He's thinking about spring again. Is it because he saw Bai Long being beaten down by him, yet still able to abolish the garbage industry and receive praise from the nobles, that he thinks he's no good?"

Chapter 103 Cooperation with Artoria

"teacher!"

Without even looking, she knew who was talking about her. Artoria turned her head away in embarrassment and anger, and saw Nightmare resting her chin on her hand. Just as she was about to go over and teach her a lesson, Nightmare easily dodged her.

"I always say that sometimes there's no need to look down on yourself; you need to have some self-confidence."

The more Melly tried to persuade her, the less Artoria believed her, and she explained.

"I don't care about this so-called throne."

"Yes, but is it possible—and I'm not talking about achievements, nor am I comparing you to him, but simply eliminating certain aspects?"

"This one……"

Artoria took a few deep breaths.

Indeed, if he were to abandon the throne and hand over the kingdom, it would inevitably plunge Britain into dire straits.

They do not yet have enough strength to fight against "human reason".

"If that's the case, then I... this country."

She's not an expert in this area; she knows too little about the ins and outs of it.

"That's the meaning of his existence~ and you're so willing to think that you're inferior to Morgan."

"How could that be?" Artoria rolled her eyes at her, then suddenly remembered something and shyly brushed a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

"Becoming a village girl isn't bad either; that was my initial wish, provided... someone can do it better than me."

"That's it~"

Without saying much, having already figured out what Artoria was thinking, Melly asked a question out of the blue.

"surreptitiously?"

"Looking for death!"

"Running away~"

The nightmare had faded away. Looking back, I saw Artoria standing angrily by the window, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Indeed, only in this kind of environment can you revert to your true nature, instead of suppressing yourself, which would be too boring~"

After yawning, feeling incredibly bored, Mary decided to head to Oakney.

Life without Yinglin is indeed boring.

……

Orkney

As the children grew up, Morgan hired experienced royal tutors for their education.

There's no need to rush to make the child grow up as quickly as before.

Yinglin has accomplished a lot, making it seem like she's in an offline monarchy.

Every day is spent either researching magic tricks, studying mugwort, taking walks, or having afternoon tea.

Life was very comfortable, and even my mood improved a lot.

The vicious words used to describe her in legends gradually disappeared, leaving only praise.

Even the sister I hate the most hasn't said a word, as if she's afraid of her!

Before long, I, Morgan, will be able to become the only king of Britain!

Just as she was enjoying the warm afternoon sun and sipping delicious milk tea, her beloved man arrived, which made her feel even better. She took the initiative to get up, floated over, took his arm, and introduced him with a smile.

"Honey, come and try my milk tea, see if the taste has improved."

"it is good."

Without even glancing at it, Yinglin picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. After savoring the taste, he nodded in satisfaction under his wife's expectant gaze.

"Great, it's not cloyingly sweet. That's what I consider the highest level of dessert."

"It's alright, but compared to you, I'm still far behind."

Morgan nestled shyly into his arms, her face beaming with smiles.

Because her kingdom was managed so well by Yinglin, she felt that she was dispensable.

Now, finally there's something that can increase her presence!

How could Morgan not be happy?

"Take it slow, these things can't be rushed, just like our children."

"Ah."

Yinglin picked up the delicate and adorable witch, sat down, and gently kissed her bright blue cherry lips, causing a mist to rise in Morgan's beautiful blue eyes, filled with infatuation for her lover.

It seems that she would earnestly carry out any reasonable request.

"The reason I came to see you this time is to discuss something with you."

"Is it that serious?" Morgan asked in surprise.

“Of course, if we want to kill the white dragon as soon as possible, we can cooperate with Artoria.”

"she?"

If it had been a week ago, Morgan would have been furious to hear this.

However, nourished by love, a happy family, and a thriving career, Morgan was no longer so sensitive and actually began to think things through.

“You’re right. No matter how much I hate my sister, I should protect Camelot. If we leave the White Dragon there, something we can’t even imagine will happen sooner or later.”

"only……"

After she stopped hating her sister so much, Morgan suddenly thought of the kingdom that was her adversary.

"This is how 'human reason' develops; King Arthur was necessary, otherwise..."

Yinglin explained, which put Morgan at ease his reservations, and he nodded.

"Yes, no matter how unwilling I am, I cannot change this cruel reality."

Power is still power.

We can't be too arrogant now.

"Therefore, I believe that we can cooperate in the long term."

"After all, Artoria really has no intention of becoming a king, nor does she have the qualifications."

Morgan didn't believe Yinglin's kind words. He shook his head and said firmly, "Don't be fooled by that girl's appearance. I don't believe she has no ambition for power."

Throughout history, there have been countless instances of people killing each other for power.

How could Morgan not be wary?

Seeing her like this, Yinglin didn't try to persuade her any further, and only said one thing.

“Her sworn brother, Kai, although he has some talent and is a good knight in all aspects, also has many problems. I think we can let Agraven go there.”

"Our eldest son."

After considering the proposal, Morgan agreed.

"He prefers reading and is very interested in the history of various countries, unlike Gawain who likes to exercise. Let him be, and try to sideline Artoria!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Lin's lips twitched slightly.

Judging from the situation in the Moon World, Britain under Arthur's rule collapsed rapidly after Agravivan's death.

It's clear that this had already been done invisibly, but Agruven had never considered it.

"Now that things have been settled, then we..."

This was a quote from Morgan. She gazed passionately at the man she loved, kissed him passionately, and casually set up countless barriers to envelop the entire balcony, making it impossible for anyone else to see anything inside.

Shame, pleasure, and a mix of other emotions left Morgan with only half-closed eyes, gazing dreamily at the boy who had lifted his black-stockinged thigh with one hand.

Yinglin, who was having a great time, was suddenly startled by a pink flower. Looking outside, he saw a white-furred nightmare made of flowers, watching them with great interest.

Is this guy really not afraid of death?

They even dared to come to Morgan's castle.

Although Mary's illusions are very powerful, staying in Morgan's magic barrier for too long will eventually lead to her being discovered.

This is also why Yinglin hasn't seen Meili for several days; it's also possible that she was frightened by what she saw that day.

"Don't say anything, I have some good news to tell you."

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Chapter 104 Morgan is Sleeping

Caught in a bind, Yinglin could only talk to Meili later; reassuring Morgan was the most important thing right now.

Without complete sovereignty over the British Isles, Morgan's stamina didn't last long. Two and a half hours later, he was already fast asleep, nestled sweetly in his lover's arms.

Seeing that Morgan was asleep, Mary dared to peek out and smile at Yinglin, who was calming down.

"Ahem~ Are traditional witches particularly delicate?"

"What do you mean?" Yinglin was a little puzzled. She then helped Morgan cover himself with the blanket before she was able to get out of bed.

"What do you mean? I don't know either, it's entirely up to your imagination."

Mary wouldn't admit it; she'd just try to bluff her way out of it.

Seeing her like this, Yinglin knew she was up to no good. After dressing in front of her openly, he casually said...

“Perfect timing. I just convinced Morgan, so please take me to see Artoria.”

He spoke these words very softly, to prevent Morgan from waking up instantly as if he had triggered a passive response.

"hehe."

Even though she was never one to back down, Mary couldn't help herself after hearing those words. She suddenly jumped up, skillfully sat on the boy's neck, and grabbed his ear fiercely.

"I risked my life to see you, and this is how you treat me?"

"That's true, after all, I'm getting old~ I can't get my brother's pity anymore, only young girls..."

Upon hearing this, Yinglin was in a panic. Fearing that Mary might say something strange and wake Morgan, he immediately grabbed her thigh, forcefully pulled her into his arms, and left the room at lightning speed.

Morgan didn't see any of this; she was still sleeping peacefully, a scene worthy of a world-famous painting.

The white-haired nightmare held in his arms was surprisingly quiet, not causing any trouble at all, and instead had a faint smile on its lips.

Seeing this, Yinglin couldn't help but ask curiously, "Speaking of which, what are you planning to do this time?"