"Dress myself up?"
Artoria looked at her hands, then at her clothes, a puzzled look in her eyes.
"Aren't I already dressed up properly?"
"What more is there to do..."
"Then let me ask you—"
Morgan put her hands on her hips.
"When you wake up in the morning, do you just wash your face with plain water and call it a day?"
"How did you know?"
"And after finishing farm work, you just wash your hands like this and that's it, right?"
"Spot on!"
"You're amazing!"
Morgan sighed.
As expected, this cheap sister of hers didn't know anything.
She didn't know what it was that had allowed her to maintain such an appearance in such a crude environment.
A strange sense of superiority rose in Morgan's heart.
"That won't do, my sister."
"You are now the King of Britain."
"If you keep treating yourself like this, the other knights will think you are a casual king."
"Eh?"
Morgan's words clearly hit a sore spot for Artoria.
She glanced at Ian, who was still waiting for her behind them, and started to worry.
"Then, what should I do?"
The young woman asked nervously.
"How can I be worthy of this status?"
This was the attitude Morgan wanted.
"Don't be afraid, I will teach you."
"Come with me—"
A dozen or so minutes later.
Looking at the room with a hole broken in its door, Artoria felt a little embarrassed.
Because she knew this was Morgan's own room.
As for why it had no door...
Artoria glanced at Ian beside her and sighed helplessly.
"This is really terrible."
"I'll arrange for someone to fix it for you right away—"
"There's no need."
Morgan stopped Artoria's words.
"Anyway..."
"We're leaving Camelot for a while."
"Just leave it like this, I don't mind."
As soon as Morgan's voice fell, the sound of hammering could be heard.
Ian had, at some point, walked over to the broken door and started to repair it.
"It won't happen again."
"Morgan, I promise you."
"..."
Artoria was about to ask Ian where he got the repair materials, but quickly dismissed the thought.
There was no need to understand his affairs too clearly.
Artoria held back, but Morgan was a little surprised.
Because this was the first time she had met someone like this.
As someone who had no hope of inheriting the throne from the very beginning, Morgan was not taken very seriously by King Uther, and was even regarded with some caution.
Even when she had actively requested to join them, there was a faint hint of reservation in King Uther's words.
It was precisely because of this.
Morgan had always believed in the life creed that "other people are demons"—though perhaps that was just a microcosm of her life without support so far.
Not being valued, naturally meant having no so-called status.
If it were anyone else, no one would be fixing this door right now.
No.
It should be said that no one would have come at all.
"Sister?"
Artoria waved her hand cautiously.
Only then was Morgan brought back from her daze.
"What exactly are we going to do?"
"..."
Realizing she seemed to have been thinking about a lot of nonsense, Morgan shook her head, and then returned to her plan of trying to make Artoria blossom.
"It's simple, just follow my lead—"
"Okay, I understand."
It had to be said, although she wasn't sincerely trying to teach Artoria how to be more charming.
Once it involved matters that could reflect one's status, Morgan's attitude would instantly become serious.
Not to mention—
Looking at the face in the mirror, which bore some resemblance to her own, this abandoned child of Britain would also have fairytale-like fantasies in her head.
If I were Artoria—
If the one who pulled out Caliburn, the Sword of Sure Victory, was not her, but me—
If...
"Alright."
With a hint of sadness, Morgan personally applied the last few touches of light makeup for Artoria.
Looking at her in the mirror, who looked like another version of herself with her hair let down, the princess of Britain said softly.
"Take a look, isn't it much more pleasing to the eye than before?"
"..."
Looking at her brand new self in the mirror, a visible blush appeared on Artoria's cheeks.
Because of her adoptive father, Ector, she had never considered such things before.
Almost subconsciously, Artoria called out:
"Ian!"
"Come over and see—"
"Right now, I..."
Halfway through her words, Artoria realized the situation seemed a bit off.
Morgan was still here.
For a "King," wouldn't such an intimate gesture seem completely frivolous?
However, what Artoria didn't know was that this was exactly the effect Morgan wanted.
"Want to confirm it?"
"That's a very rational judgment."
Morgan turned around, walked to Ian's side, and stopped his still-repairing hands.
"Artoria is calling you."
"The door isn't urgent, you can work on it later."
"..."
Ian nodded.
Then he walked over to Artoria.
"H-How is it?"
There was already a hint of shyness in the young woman's words.
After all, she normally wouldn't have such an opportunity to show her softer side to Ian.
"Am I pretty?"
"..."
Ian didn't say a word.
Artoria's heart was instantly in her throat.
"Is... is it not pretty?"
The young woman quickly began to fix her hair, wanting to tie it up in a hurry.
But at that moment, her hand was led by the boy to a certain place.
"Artoria, what should I do?"
"It's become like this."
"I can't help it, it won't stop pointing at you—"
"Erk—"
Feeling Little Ian in her hand, Artoria's face turned even redder.
She had received the highest praise from him.
But...
Why now of all times!
"How is it?" Morgan's voice sounded at a very inopportune moment.
"Did it surprise your knight even more?"
Eh—
It seems she didn't notice?
Artoria cautiously stood up, and then used all her strength to push Little Ian back down.
"Hold it in."
"Whatever you do, don't turn around."
After giving these instructions, Artoria forced a strained smile.
"It's amazing!"
"Thank you, sister!"
"Mm, I knew it—"
Morgan showed a triumphant smile.
She knew she couldn't lose when it came to things like this.
However, this was only the first step of the plan.
Since Artoria had already realized the significance of doing this, now was the time to take it a step further.
The princess walked towards a certain spot.
It was her wardrobe.
Swish—
The wardrobe opened.
Inside were numerous women's clothes, and their owner was, without exception, Morgan.
"Artoria, choose a few outfits from here to wear on your journey—"
"Consider it a gift from me."