Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Morgan stood aside, observing Kelar's reaction with a playful and evil look. She was going to wait until Kelar was anxious and then slowly explain to her that Gawain, Aggravin, and the other children were all warriors created by the magic she had forged with her life.

But Kelar's hands did not stop, and he was still making the cake seriously. He said, "I have also heard of Gawain, the Sun Knight. He is a powerful and dazzling knight. As for Aguiwen..."

Kelar wiped his hands, turned to look at Morgan and said, "Well, Morgan, if you think it's okay, just send it over. Lily does need some help..."

"By the way, I heard you have a son and a daughter, so where are the Beautiful Palms Gareth and Gahoris?"

"..."

Morgan was silent for a long time, so long that Kelar thought something had happened. Then she asked quietly, "So, you only care about Arthur's team, right?"

"Ah? Otherwise, why would I care?"

This is just a blind spot. Kelar has long known that Morgan has superb magic in creating people, just like alchemy, and can create excellent warriors.

So he didn't think about it in any other way at all, because he knew that these people were not Morgan's biological children.

For some reason, Morgan felt very uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, her eyes turned cold, and she said in a cold tone: "It's nothing, you are right."

"Gareth and Gaheris are still too young to shoulder the responsibilities entrusted to them by me, Morgan."

Morgan said in a strange tone: "Kailar, just... forget it, it's nothing!"

For some reason, Morgan, as a fairy who was responsible for saving the world and was indifferent to many human emotions, began to feel a little uncomfortable with his inhuman heart.

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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 really good at eating. I thought you couldn't eat much, but you look so slim and slender, but you can actually eat so much."

Morgan stuck 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)

Chapter 53 This is our New Covenant

"Morgan, is he here too?"

King Uther, wearing a crown and with brown hair, had just got off the car. Before he found Kelar and Altria, he saw two handsome and tall young men.

He recognized that these two men were Morgan's 'beloved sons', who were now also lords of the Kingdom of Camelot. They each managed a piece of territory belonging to Morgan.

Gawain and Agrawen naturally respected their "mother" very much, so they had no good feelings towards the old bastard King Uther.

Gawain placed his hand on the sword at his waist, the Sword of Victory, which was also forged by the fairies of Avalon. It carried the aura of the holy sword. He said calmly, "King Uther, you can come, so why can't I?"

When kings are facing each other, facing Gawain, there is naturally no need for King Uther to personally step out to deal with his challenges, as that would be too cheap.

Hector on the side frowned and said, "Sir Gawain, your attitude towards the king is too disrespectful!"

"My lord's lord is not my lord." Gawain was not to be outdone and said, "I only obey the orders of my mother Morgan le Fay."

"Maple Ridge is my territory, Sir Gawain," Hector said calmly, "If you continue to offend my monarch, the true king of the Celts, then I will have no choice but to expel you."

"Why don't you give it a try?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "Although the sun has set now, I think even without the sun..."

"Gawain!" The cold-blooded Aguguiwen interrupted him and said slowly, "Don't cause trouble for Ms. Morgan, and don't try to anger the Lord of Maple Ridge."

"Tsk!" Gawain shook his head and said, "I'm not that arrogant. I wouldn't dare challenge Kelar unless I'm under the sun..."

"Alright..." Gawain casually performed a non-standard courtier's salute and said, "My king, please go in. Ms. Morgan, Sir Kelar and the 'protagonist' are all here."

Gawain's sarcasm made King Uther uncomfortable. What made him uncomfortable was not Gawain's sarcasm, but the fact that the situation was beyond his control.

Kelar actually invited Morgan, and judging from the looks of it, they have a very close relationship...

Can such a person be trusted?

Will he side with Morgan or Arthur?

But before King Uther's worries could grow, he was shocked by the current situation of Maple Ridge... Could such a prosperous place really be built by human power alone?

Camelot never falls because it stands at the center of the Age of Gods. It is the core area where the British Age of Gods finally declined. Therefore, the territory is extremely prosperous. This is a gift from the environment.

Today, the harvest in Maple Ridge has been decreasing year by year, and the abundance of natural resources has declined several levels compared to when Kelar was young. However, the prosperity of Maple Ridge is still far beyond that of the royal capital Camelot.

There are many practical infrastructures that Camelot does not have.

The Angus were working, and the Celts were also working. Apart from their hair, there was no difference between them. There was no discrimination in the eyes of both sides that was common in other places, nor were there those extremely sharp ethnic conflicts.

Kelar's consistent education over the past decade has successfully transformed the thoughts of the people of Maple Ridge. They no longer pay attention to the so-called ethnic differences, but judge others based on the nobleness of their character.

"Is this Kelar's teaching?"

King Uther is not a fool. He has been studying Kelar's ideas over the years. However, like Duke Hector, he thinks Kelar's ideas are a bit far-fetched.

But today, he saw the results of his education.

Kelar truly conquered the hearts of a nation. He made it so that the Ansa could no longer be a strong enemy of the Celts.

No, it should be said that the two nations will become one family in one country in the future.

Unlike the stubborn Hector, Uther, as a king, has a very flexible bottom line. Once he is sure that this method can indeed intimidate the hearts of the Onsa people and truly conquer them, the slight hostility in his heart has long disappeared.

King Uther thought to himself, "Finally, we just need to determine whether Kelar will be loyal to Arthur."

Then, he saw Kelar who was teaching Altria how to spread the cream, and Morgan who was beside him, helping Kelar.

"Morgan, you said you were here to help me, but you were hiding the cream, right?"

Kelar grabbed Morgan, whose hands seemed unclean. The witch turned her head aside, looking as if it was none of her business, and said stubbornly, "It's none of my business. I don't know anything..."

Kelar snapped his fingers, and the hidden cream flew back automatically. He said speechlessly, "Morgan, have you forgotten that you taught me magic? Who can you fool with this little trick?"

Morgan stopped pretending and said, "Damn it, I forgot to cast the shielding spell!"

"If you cast a spell, you will be exposed earlier..." Kelar stroked his forehead tiredly and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to help, just sit aside and watch. You can be the commander of the fountain. Don't make things worse."

Thank you, Morgan, if you hadn't helped me, the cake would have been ready an hour ago.

Morgan tilted his head and saw the stunned King Uther. Although they had not seen each other for more than ten years and although this guy looked sick, Morgan recognized him as King Uther at a glance.

Especially seeing King Uther's current expression, Morgan felt embarrassed for a moment, but she knew King Uther very well and instantly figured out how to deliver a critical hit.

Morgan crossed his arms and said, "My disciple Kelar, you are now very skilled in making cakes. If it's my birthday, will you make a bigger one for me?"

Morgan's voice had some special magic, but it did not contain any malice, so Kelar did not notice Morgan's little movements.

Only King Uther's expression changed. Even though he was not a famous magician in Britain, this old king had ruled Britain for decades after all, so he naturally had some vision.