Restless

At the same time.

'No, I'm still restless.'

Artorius was in his office, absentmindedly dealing with government affairs. In reality, he was waiting for further news of Altrouge.

But as the evening wore on, there was still no sign of any news.

It wasn't that the Imperial spies were incompetent; it was simply that the power gap was too vast.

Compared to the spies of the empire, the Artoria Species were much more lenient. They would just apprehend the spies, put on black sunglasses, and brandish a metal stick that would 'flash'. {T/N: Men in Black's memory eraser reference.}

"You just lost track of Black Princess Altrouge. Yes, you lost her and didn't find anything."

After one of the Artorias said that, there was a 'click' and the brainwashing was complete.

The Imperial spies were a bit dazed momentarily, but then they returned and followed the fake information to report to Agravain.

"You lost her?"

With his keen instinct, Agravain immediately sensed that this was anything but ordinary upon hearing the spies' report. However, he didn't know exactly what was unusual about it.

"Continue the search! We must find Black Princess Altrouge, even if it means working overtime!"

As he spoke sternly, Agravain's aura fluctuated, and his black hair swayed without any wind, falling slightly.

"Yes, Sir!"

The Imperial spies, who had just undergone brainwashing, quickly regained their composure and stood at attention without hesitation, assuring Agravain.

They had determination, courage, and the spirit of sacrifice and dedication for the empire and humanity.

They were willing to stay up all night! With various magecraft and magical drugs available, it was impossible for them to drop dead suddenly. At most, they might lose a few strands of hair, which was trivial!

With such thoughts and determination, the Imperial spies marched bravely.

Like the newly born empire, the fledgling spies or intelligence personnel were full of vitality and enthusiasm. These youngsters, who were still not mature enough and lacked the necessary skills, would one day become the pillars of the empire, just like Agravain.

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At the same time, the Dragon Emperor temporarily set aside his worries and dissatisfaction.

Upon careful consideration, expecting his subordinates to complete the mission in just one day was a bit too demanding.

'I shouldn't be overly demanding with just one day.'

After comforting himself with those words, Artorius pushed the matter aside.

'What should I do next?'

The training grounds were closed, so Mordred and Artoria came by to invite him for dinner. Considering that Artoria tended to eat endlessly, Artorius declined the invitation.

Later, Scathach also visited. It seemed that there was a breakthrough in puppet technology, and she wanted him to take a look. Artorius declined this as well.

Finally, it was X's turn.

"I've found the base of those Artoria Species, Artorius!" She eagerly told Artorius. "The Dark Rounds and the Order of Avalon have also arrived on Earth! We should rush over and catch them off guard!"

Training techniques and studying magecraft were serious matters, and Artorius hadn't gone to those either, let alone join X in her reckless antics.

The answer was, of course, a refusal.

But in doing so, Artorius had effectively turned down most of the women who had some kind of relationship with him. It also meant that he couldn't relax and have fun in the coming days.

As for Vivian, she had returned to Avalon a few days ago, as the fairies were planning some sort of celebration called a Fairy Great War or something. So she wasn't around either.

In that case, it left...

"Ahem!"

As he busied pondering, Artorius heard a forced cough behind him. Turning around, he saw the long-awaited aunt, Morgan le Fay. She was looking at him with anticipation, licking her lips.

What a pity, Artorius had completely lost interest. However, if he rejected Morgan again, even if she was a masochist, she would probably get angry.

"..."

'Let's just finish this as quickly as possible.'

As Artorius thought this to himself, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body, and causing Morgan to uncontrollably swallow her saliva.

A few seconds later.

"Huh?!"

"Wa-Wait!"

"Don't be so rough, Artorius!"

"Mmffhhh?!"

"Ahhh~"

"Cummiiinggg~!!!"

Fifteen minutes later, faced with Artorius going all out with no reservations, Morgan quickly surrendered, completely powerless to resist, becoming his plaything in a most intimate way.

"Damn it..."

"C'mon, don't be angry. Is this how you're sending me off?" Artorius said gently while looking at Morgan's frustrated expression.

"Damn it..."

Though she wanted to keep 'fighting', she couldn't even lift a finger. Tears flowed in her regret.

"Hahh... okay, rest well." Artorius sighed. To soothe Morgan's inner turmoil of frustration and unwillingness, he held her in his arms and whispered in her ear in a gentle tone, "Next time, we'll..."

"..."

This small comfort lifted Morgan's spirits and significantly increased her fondness for her nephew. The dissatisfaction within her also faded away.

"Mhm~"

Contrary to her usual self, Morgan right now was caught in the throes of infatuation and smiled happily like a foolish teenager.

'So cute.'

The 'gap moe' between this moment of tenderness and shyness in the usually venomous woman was precisely Morgan's charm, making Artorius almost unable to resist staying with her a little longer.

Of course, he couldn't.

But, for the last fifteen minutes, Artorius had spent time soothing his aunt, as well as himself. He always engaged in slow, playful, and comforting little games with her. So, while the quantity of their companionship might have been average, the quality was more than enough.

Several minutes later.

'Now, let's see how you're doing.'

As he thought like that, Artorius walked toward XX's room.

The unfortunate, charming elder sister version of X was still sleeping on the bed. As she slept, she looked serene, emitting a pleasant fragrance of fresh morning dew. It was probably due to her lack of attention to personal hygiene.

"..."

Artorius sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out, and patted XX's face. "When are you going to pretend to sleep? Wake up."

"..."

Hearing Artorius, XX slowly opened her eyes, her hand pulling the covers to half-cover her face, looking at him timidly.

Until the next moment.

"Kyaaa!"

In XX's cry of surprise, Artorius lifted the covers, then pressed her down. Next, the blanket fell, covering both of them. It blocked the light and sight, creating a closed and narrow sense of space and making her breathing even more rapid.

"The smell of sweat..." Artorius muttered as he gazed at XX.

The sweet scent of a woman, mixed with the sweat produced from nervousness, made the enclosed space feel sticky and damp.

Hearing Artorius's mutters, XX suddenly felt very shy, turning her head away and not daring to meet his gaze.

However...

"Ehh?!"

In her scream, her breasts were played with by Artorius.