Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 52: The Witch and the Saint, the Dusk King and his beloved son

He wasn't jealous. Not only was he not jealous, he didn't even react at all? !
No, he did react, but when he opened his mouth he thought of Arthur's team...

She thought she didn't care about Kelar, and she had been competing with Artoria for Kelar because she was the King of Britain and everyone should be her people.

But now, Morgan felt very bored. Even the throne of Britain seemed not worth caring about. He had a desolate feeling and wanted to go back to Avalon and never come out again.

"Am I doing this for the throne, or for someone..." Morgan smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "At this point, even I can't tell the difference!"

"Morgan, you're really weird today, huh?"

Kelar finally realized something was wrong. The flour and butter on his hands disappeared, and a finished cake appeared in front of him. He turned his head to look at Morgan and said, "What happened? What happened?"

Morgan sighed faintly: "No... nothing happened."

Yes, nothing... happened.

Why nothing happened!
Why? It was obviously me first...

Could it be the separation over the past few years?

But according to the concept of the immortal species, what is the difference between a few years and a few days?
Which step went wrong?

Morgan's beautiful blue eyes contained some emotions. She pointed at the cake on the table and said, "Kelar, I want to taste this dessert called 'cake'. You won't be reluctant to part with it, right?"

"After all, this is the gift you prepared for the future King Arthur."

"What's there to be reluctant about?" Kelar didn't understand the deeper meaning of Morgan's words, just as he didn't notice the difference between Kelar and Kai.

Without saying a word, he turned around, picked up the cake tray, handed it to Morgan, and said, "Morgan, if you like it, I'll make you a bigger one on your birthday!"

"You said it, Kelar, and I take it seriously!"

Morgan took out a small silver spoon, scooped out a piece of cream cake with elegant movements and put it into her mouth. The sweet, delicate and smooth taste surprised this witch who lived in the Age of Gods and had never eaten such a dessert.

“It has a strange taste, but... it’s delicious!”

Morgan lowered his head and stared at the cake with a puzzled look. Kelar reached out his hand and was about to take the cake back. He said, "Yeah, I knew you girls would like this. I'll take it back and let Merlin and the others have a taste..."

Kelar's hand was blocked by a magic barrier when it was halfway extended. Morgan's expression had returned to calm. She said as a matter of course: "You have already given it to me. This is my cake. If you want to eat it, I can share some with you, but don't even think about giving it to others!"

"Tsk~ You are such a big witch, why are you still protecting your food?" Kelar sighed, but did not continue to fight for it. She just said: "Forget it, I will make a bigger cake on Lily's birthday, enough for everyone."

Yeah, you can make a fancier cake, but your first cake belongs to me, Morgan!

You are willing to make a bigger cake for everyone to share, but this 'only' cake will belong to me alone.

In front of Kelar, Morgan ate the entire cake very gracefully. The cake was ten inches long and enough for several people to eat, but Morgan ate it all by himself, and his flat belly remained unchanged.

Kelar: 6
Kelar looked helpless: "Morgan, you are a real person who doesn't show your true colors. I thought you couldn't eat it, but I didn't expect that you look so slender, but you can actually eat so much." Morgan stretched out her pink little tongue and licked the cream from the corner of her mouth into her stomach, still saying elegantly: "Thank you for the treat, the cake is delicious."

I understand, Kelar, everyone likes delicious things, so naturally they need to fight for ownership.

Although I may have missed something, my dear sister, I, Morgan, will not give up just like that...

The birthday party of the future King Arthur, Altria, was held as scheduled. Kelar thought that the only participants in this party would be Morgan and her two silly sons, and at most Merlin.

But unexpectedly, an unexpected participant appeared.

"King, how is your health?" Hector drove a carriage carefully, using all the riding skills he had learned throughout his life to steer the carriage steadily. Of course, this also slowed down the speed.

"That's all right, Sir Hector. It won't hurt to go a little faster."

Inside the carriage, an elegant yet weak voice rang out: "Birthday... is indeed a very memorable day. I have never celebrated my own birthday in my entire life. At this last moment, let me celebrate the birthday of my beloved son!"

"King, please don't say that."

A trace of sadness flashed in Hector's eyes. According to blood relationship, King Uther was Hector's cousin, and he had served as King Uther's guardian knight for decades. It was difficult for outsiders to imagine the friendship between them as a king and a minister.

King Uther smiled and said, "I know my own body... Sir Ector, with a son like Kelar, you won't have any regrets in your life, right?"

"That brat is always thinking about his so-called enlightenment..."

Speaking of Kelar, Hector said in a tone that sounded annoyed and boastful: "Humph, except for those cowardly Ansa bastards, who else would obey his will?"

"That's not the case, Sir Hector."

King Uther was silent for a moment, then said, "It just so happens that I can take advantage of this good opportunity to meet this flawless saint."

Merlin had long told King Uther that Artoria had not grown into the perfect king in her mind, on par with the most ancient wise kings.

It was Kelar who was obstructing all of this.

In Merlin's heart, the perfect king should be like King Solomon, fair, selfless, ruthless, and perfect. After all, she is just a nightmare with almost no emotions, and cannot empathize with humans, who are creatures with passionate desires.

It was difficult for King Uther to tell whether his decision to leave Artoria in Kelar was right or wrong. The pros and cons were really hard to distinguish.

Of course, Kelar's influence on Artoria is so great that Artoria has deviated from the image of the perfect king in Uther and Merlin's minds. But if Artoria is not placed with Kelar, will this flawless saint still be loyal to the new king of the Celts?
If he fails to gain the loyalty of Kelar, can Arthur keep his throne?

"Let me, an old man, take a look at this Celtic saint!"

King Uther covered his mouth, and the dull cough was blocked in his throat.

(End of this chapter)