Bad Mood

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"Oh~ My dear nephew, you seem to be in a good mood. Did something happen?"

This was the first 'private meeting' between Artorius and Morgan since the incident they were involved in.

The latter seemed to have forgotten how her dear nephew had humiliated her before.

Morgan's smile was sweet, even intoxicating. If one were to talk about her maternal side alone, it didn't seem much different from the previous Guinevere. For anyone meeting her for the first time, they certainly wouldn't associate this gentle big sister with the witch queen who had brought chaos to Britain.

Of course, Artorius did not.

From start to finish, Artorius maintained the highest level of caution towards this woman.

'Can Morgan make use of the Holy Grail?'

After contemplating for a moment, Artorius said with a negative tone in his mind, 'Let's just use that guy Merlin.'

"..."

Reluctantly, he nodded at Morgan, considering it a basic courtesy to respond to her question. After that, he turned around, preparing to leave.

But before that...

"Did you have a fight?"

"Did you have a fight with my foolish sister?"

"Fufufu, I guess that's as expected. After all, the gap between you two is too obvious. You can't possibly get along well."

As Artorius turned his back, already two steps away, he heard Morgan's joyful, mocking words.

And so, the next second, Morgan got what she wanted—Artorius pinning her against the wall.

"Let me warn you, woman."

Artorius stared at her with a dangerous look, making Morgan's heartbeat accelerate.

"Don't try to manipulate my relationship with Father." As he spoke, he extended his finger to lift Morgan's chin, making their eyes meet. Just that simple contact between their skins made Morgan feel her body heat up, and her breathing grew heavier.

"Otherwise, you will regret it."

After saying those words, Artorius released Morgan and then turned around, continuing in Mordred's room direction.

In such a bad mood, it seemed that he really needed Mordred's gentle comfort.

Compared to the stubborn and inflexible king who didn't know how to adapt, the witch who seemed to exude a dark aura all over, as well as the tyrannical battle-crazed teacher, or any other irrelevant character, Mordred was undoubtedly the best.

His little sister was obedient and always listened, doing whatever she was told without any fuss or unnecessary complications. It was truly wonderful.

But then, he heard Morgan's voice again from behind.

It seemed that she didn't really take Artorius's 'warning' seriously.

"That sister of mine is quite persistent, isn't she? She has no idea how to adapt and is as rigid as a rock."

Artorius turned around again, this time not directly pinning Morgan against the wall but narrowing his eyes, silently observing her.

Morgan seemed to interpret this as encouragement, so she became bolder and more direct in her actions.

She approached Artorius on her own initiative, reaching out her finger and lightly stroking his chest, tilting her head up, looking at him with a pleased expression.

"You and her are destined to be incompatible."

She continued to speak to Artorius, "She's someone idealistic who doesn't understand the human feeling and heart. You're different. You know the reality in front of you and how to adapt. You can do anything to achieve your goals. That's why..."

Her finger continued to slide down, caressing Artorius's firm abdomen, while her body leaned in closer.

"We are the same, Artorius. We are a perfect match."

Saying this, Morgan felt her mouth dry. She slightly opened her mouth, and her bright red tongue emerged, licking her lips, silently inviting Artorius.

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After a few seconds of silence, Artorius smiled.

'With 'Father', I have to be more serious, more cautious, and not act recklessly... But with my aunt, I can be a bit more casual, a bit more free.'

With this in mind, he reached out and embraced Morgan's slender waist, pulling her into his arms with a slightly forceful motion, and kissed her to dominance.

"Mm~mmhh... tonight, I'll be waiting for you."

After the forceful kiss, Morgan, feeling somewhat satisfied after moaning erotically, said happily to Artorius, then released herself from his embrace and swayed her hips as she left happily.

The slight advantage made her feel closer to Artorius, even creating a subtle illusion that she had a chance to win against her sister, although this competition was different from the usual ones.

Despite investing more effort than Artoria in winning his heart, there were even suspicions that she used unconventional tricks. Nevertheless, a win is a win, right? At least she could savor the sweet taste of victory.

"What a bastard..." Artorius mumbled frustratedly. Having been frustrated by a good woman like Artoria, he found some solace with a bad woman like Morgan. What irony...

Afterward, Artorius continued forward and entered Mordred's room.

"Brother~"

Mordred greeted Artorius with a cheerful smile as she hadn't noticed what Artorius, her beloved brother, had done with a certain rude, evil, cunning, and sarcastic woman near her room.

"Little Mo..."

In front of his adorable sister, Artorius could finally let go of his burdens and show a slightly troubled and weary expression without any problem.

Unlike in front of his subordinates, where he had to maintain a calm and composed appearance even when he was frustrated and mentally exhausted. It was necessary to maintain control in order to keep the situation under control. Otherwise, it would shake the morale and loyalty of his subordinates.

Only Mordred, needed no doubt in her determination, confidence, or loyalty, so she was Artorius's solace.

"Is something the matter? Ah, of course, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

Skillfully using her thighs as a pillow for Artorius, Mordred gently held his hand and said so.

"Something came up, I'll tell you when I'm feeling better..." Artorius replied.

"Umu, I understand."

And so, Artorius rested his head on Mordred's thighs and closed his eyes.

'Take a short rest, since there's still some time.'

However...

"Um..."

Though she didn't want to disturb her brother's rest, after being by Artorius's side for so long, Mordred understood what was urgent and what wasn't.

"What is it?"

"Actually..." Mordred said to him, "Sir Galahad came by earlier. It seems he has something to discuss with you."

"..."

It was regarding Galahad's departure. As Mordred mentioned him, Artorius also recalled it once more.

Truly, none of them can put one's mind at ease.

"I understand." So Artorius got up. "I'll go."

"Brother..."

"It's okay, don't worry, Little Mo. I'm not that fragile."

"..."

"Mm."

Mordred showed a radiant smile.