Artoria Pendragon looked at Lot with panicked eyes.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest.
Her feet unconsciously retreated backward.
"Your Majesty, please don't!"
With an expression as if she were about to be violated, she pleaded fearfully to Morgan.
"Enough nonsense let me see!"
Morgan's grin grew even more menacing as she began making grasping motions with her hands.
"Your Majesty Morgan, please mind your dignity!"
Artoria continued backing away as she spoke.
Seeing this expression, Morgan burst into laughter.
Then, she waved her hand dismissively and said to Artoria, "We're both women what's wrong with a little mutual touching?"
"Ah !"
Hearing Morgan's words, Artoria's expression instantly froze. At the same time, her cheeks flushed bright red.
I'm done for. I've been found out.
This was the only thought remaining in Artoria's mind.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lot's expression was also one of surprise.
[Is my wife really planning to reveal this matter? Well, that's fine too. Still, dear, is it really okay to tease your little sister like this? "We're both women what's wrong with a little mutual touching?" Then again, this is the advantage of being female. When women touch women, it's called "the citrus is thriving." But if men touch men, they're labeled as perverted old homosexuals. The gender discrimination is truly staggering.]
Morgan shot Lot a glare.
You! isn't this exactly what you were thinking just now?
Hmph, just watch what I do.
Morgan stepped forward again and forcefully knocked on Artoria's chest with her hand.
Her face then took on a look of disappointment.
"What a pity. Your development is truly tragic. Artoria, where has all that food you've been eating even gone?" Morgan shook her head regretfully.
At the same time,
she was inwardly delighted.
Ah, this is the physique befitting the Pendragon lineage!
What nonsense like Gawain? Those are aberrations!
I refuse to acknowledge them!
Also, I remember that husband of hers once told me Artoria would undergo another growth spurt after wielding the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad. If that happens, wouldn't I seem smaller by comparison?
Dammit
How can that be allowed?!
According to the measurements that husband of hers took,
I'm definitely a D-cup.
If a D-cup still looks small, what kind of world is this?!
Morgan suddenly felt like crying.
"Your Majesty, please behave with dignity!"
Artoria, subjected to Morgan's antics, grew even more flustered.
Lot watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.
Since Morgan's actions were all over the clothes, he didn't need to avoid the scene out of propriety.
[Hahaha, the legendary King of Arthur reduced to such a state this is truly hilarious. Ah, watching my wife bully my sister-in-law is endlessly entertaining.]
You incorrigible !
Morgan shot Lot another glare.
Then, she turned her attention back to Artoria.
"I've known your gender for a long time,"
she said with a smile.
"Ah? You've known all along?"
Artoria couldn't help but ask.
"Of course. What in this world could be hidden from me… or from Lot, for that matter?"
Morgan proudly began, then remembered Lot was present and added him to the statement.
"Then… you still allowed me to become the leader of the Knights of the Round Table?"
"Of course. Why would that be a problem?" Morgan replied, tilting her head in confusion.
"I chose you because your abilities are unmatched you possess the qualifications to perfectly serve as the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. Why wouldn't I place you in that position?"
"As for being a woman…"
Here, Morgan paused, then smugly pointed at herself.
"If we're talking about women, am I not one as well? If I can become the King of Camelot, what's wrong with you becoming a knight of Britain?"
"But… isn't that due to Your Majesty's lineage?"
Artoria continued in a small voice.
In this world's human society, authority was still primarily held by men.
Only someone as wise as Her Majesty Morgan, or with martial prowess matching Queen Scáthach, could earn the reverence of men.
Later, there was Gawain, but what was Gawain's status? The daughter of Lot and Her Majesty Morgan.
In other words, the crown princess.
And herself?
Just an ordinary person.
How could such a vast gap ever be compared?
Ever since obtaining the two holy swords, Artoria had felt nothing but trepidation, terrified that her performance on the battlefield might prove inadequate. For this reason, she had trained relentlessly to hone her skills.
Hearing her sister speak like this, Morgan laughed and said to Artoria,
"What if I told you that your lineage is the same as mine? How would you react?"
"Ah ?"
Artoria's expression remained one of bewilderment.
Not because she didn't understand, but because the idea struck her as utterly unbelievable.
Too absurd.
Wasn't I just an ordinary knight's foster child? How could I share the same blood as Her Majesty the Queen?
Unless
Artoria's face paled as she considered the possibilities.
Seeing the change in Artoria's expression, Morgan reached out to examine her face.
"If we didn't share the same blood, why do you think we look so alike?"
she asked Artoria.
[That's not necessarily true. Sometimes, the "Saber face" is just a quirk of this world.]
Lot continued his internal commentary.
Hearing this, Morgan turned and shot him another glare.
You this has nothing to do with you right now.
"Your Majesty Morgan… you're not joking, are you?"
Artoria still refused to believe it and pressed Morgan for confirmation.