My Knights of the Round Table

"Does Your Majesty have any orders?"

When Maeve heard Arthur's voice, she immediately adjusted her disappointed expression, and turned to look at Arthur with a lively and flattering smile on her lovely face.

"There is something."

Arthur wiped the non-existent food crumbs from the corner of his mouth with the dining cloth, and walked to Maeve's side as if nothing had happened.

Maeve looked up at Arthur shyly.

"His Majesty?"

Arthur looked at Maeve below him with a smile, and raised his hand.

"what!"

The woman's screams suddenly sounded in the quiet restaurant.

At the same time, the sound of a sharp weapon falling to the ground sounded.

All the maids stopped for a moment, and turned their heads in confusion and panic following the screams.

How come the maids working in the castle don’t know what this voice means—they will talk to their companions about the tense situation in Ireland at this time when they are sleeping almost every few days, let alone talk about what they and others are serving Queen Maeve's perilous situation.

And the black-haired maid was lying on the ground in pain and helpless with her arms just as they had imagined, and the small black dagger fell to the ground beside her.

In an instant, all the maids' faces turned pale, and the maids who slept with the black-haired maid were trembling with fear.

Arthur looked at her with interest.

"Assassins?"

The black-haired maid didn't respond, but after recovering from the severe pain, she noticed that all eyes were on her.

Maeve also took a few steps back to reach Arthur, and put on a frightened expression quietly and tightly hugged his arm.

Knowing that the mission had failed, she picked up the dagger that fell on the ground beside her without hesitation.

"what!"

The maids around her screamed when they saw her movements, thinking that she was going to take them hostage, and immediately fled away from the black-haired maid by throwing down the dinner plate in their hands.

Chapter 411 Chapter 9 Knocking Again

The black-haired maid didn't care and stabbed the dagger into her heart without hesitation.

Never get caught.

It is absolutely impossible to name the instigator behind it, and she is very clear about the inhuman torture Queen Maeve will suffer at such a price.

She didn't know if she could survive it, but she knew that she would never survive even if she said it.

Either way, it's better to die than...

The black-haired maid looked at the dagger that had pierced the skin in her hand and was about to enter the heart, showing a relieved smile.

Regardless of whether the assassination was successful or not, she was going to die, and it would be a good thing to die sooner.

Just when she thought she was going to die, the dagger that pierced her skin suddenly stopped.

The black-haired maid stared wide-eyed in horror.

It wasn't that she wanted to stop—with that kind of strength and inertia, even if she suddenly regretted it, she couldn't stop, not to mention that she knew what would happen to her if she didn't die, and it was absolutely impossible to change her mind about death.

However, she said she couldn't move!

He couldn't even bite his tongue to kill himself, his body seemed to be completely paralyzed and he couldn't move at all. The only thing he could do was shake his eyes, which were gradually frightened and desperate.

The instigator of all this, Arthur, looked at her without mercy.

"Are you going to deal with it?"

"Need not."

Maeve put her arms around Arthur's arm, the softness of her small chest pressed tightly against his arm and gently rubbed it schemingly.

"Huh?" Arthur glanced at her.

"Anyway, I can't ask. Just lock her up and let the nobles get nervous. Besides, they won't know what she said—whatever I want her to say, she will say."

Her innocent smile and ambiguous movements are very different from her murderous words.

Arthur nodded in satisfaction.

"it is good."

The maids in the restaurant continued to deliver food and clear the tables, for fear of being killed if they stayed in the restaurant and heard something they shouldn't have heard.

And the few maids who were close to the black-haired maids and spilled the dinner plates when they ran away all ran back and knelt on the ground busy cleaning the ground and wanted to leave quickly.

Maeve hugged Arthur's arm flatteringly, with a pitiful expression for the rest of her life.

"Your Majesty, I'm so scared."

Scared?

Not to mention Arthur didn't believe it, even the maids didn't believe it.

But just looking at her pitiful expression and trembling voice, if you don't think about her cold words and decisive action of pressing her chest close to Arthur's arm just now, you will really be deceived by her realistic acting skills.

Arthur didn't care.

"Take care of her business."

"His Majesty!"

This time Maeve didn't behave obediently, but pouted unhappily.

She hugged Arthur's arm even more tightly, raised her little head and looked at him pitifully.

"I'm really scared."

Arthur looked at her, and was slightly dazed after seeing the fear in her eyes that didn't seem fake.

After a while, he figured it out.

She was really scared.

But her fear is not because someone is going to assassinate her, but about his fear.

Arthur smiled helplessly.

He stretched out his hand and put it on her long pink hair, looking at her seriously.

"You just need to think about how to unify and manage this island well, and just listen to me obediently." After finishing speaking, he gently rubbed her soft long hair and added, "Ireland is yours. "

......

It was night, and Arthur returned to his bedroom.

To be precise, he entered the bathroom.

First, as usual, he went to the window where Koyanskaya was trapped and looked up at Koyanskaya who was trapped in the rock for a while with only her neck and head exposed.

After confirming that the magic power in her body was only enough for daily survival, he used magic to fill himself with hot water in the bathtub.

Koyanskaya just looked at him pitifully.

The mouth is still gagged and unable to speak, and the body trapped in the rock will be very uncomfortable and painful at first, but now whether it is the raised hand or the raised neck, or being stuck The body that has been immobilized in the rock for a long time is used to it.

but!

Why did Arthur come to take a shower every day.

Koyanskaya, who hadn't washed her body for several days, but had to watch the man enjoying the hot bath comfortably every day, was going crazy.

But the feeling of hot air rushing towards her face couldn't go away even if she closed her eyes.

And every time Arthur came in, she woke up so alive.

Every time she thinks of this, she hates why her sleep is so light? !Wake up with a little movement? !

Koyanskaya's eyes widened in grief and anger, as if she wanted to break through the thick fog and water surface to see Arthur's body.

But it's a pity that she is no different from ordinary people now, let alone see through the water under such a thick fog, even in the direction of the bathtub, she can only see the outline of Arthur's body.

And just as she was feeling sad and angry alone, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

"His Majesty."

Maeve's sweet and melodious voice sounded again outside the door.

Not only Koyanskaya was dumbfounded, but even Arthur fell into doubt.

What is Maeve doing here?

From his understanding, since he said the phrase 'Ireland is yours' in the restaurant, Maeve should not be free to think about what is there and what is not, let alone sexually sao to him Disturbed.

He is not in a hurry to turn Ireland into the territory of Camelot.

He didn't care who Ireland belonged to, anyway, that person would always be his subordinate as long as he was around.

The only problem he has to face is...

He doesn't have any problems.

The time for the unification of Ireland has long been beyond his consideration. Even if Ireland is unified, in his eyes, this small island, which is farther away from the mainland than Britain, can only give him a sense of psychological comfort, without any real meaning help on .

He can't take people from Ireland and Gaul to fight Rome, can he?

Even if you think about it with your ass, as long as Lucius is still the emperor of Rome, he will not be able to do that kind of thing, and if Lucius abdicates, it will be decades later. He has already taken a woman to live in seclusion. Wallonia is gone.

Compared with the old-fashioned aristocrat with a beer belly and a disgusting smile, the ruler of Ireland prefers the young and lovely Maeve who is currently acting very well-behaved to be the king if he can.

As long as she's not too stupid, it doesn't matter if she's slow or does something wrong.

As the queen of Ireland, Maeve just needs to be his own king honestly, and he doesn't plan to do anything else.

He really doesn't have too strong feelings for petite girls, it's a dispensable idea.

There was no response for a long time, and the bathroom door was knocked lightly again.