Type-Moon, a human love simulator

"Aren't you afraid that your king will criticize you harshly in the future?"

The cold and arrogant female voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a simple and wonderful tone and voice, carrying an ancient nobility and elegance, an innate majesty of a superior, which made it really difficult to approach at first hearing.

But Kelar knew that this was not intentional. Morgan was born to be the fairy king with a mission to save the world. She was born to be so noble and so glorious. Only the weight of royal power can bear her crown, and only the nobility of the kingdom can embellish her beauty.

In the middle of the forest, which originally looked ordinary, a quaint and elegant wooden house suddenly appeared, as if it was a dizzying sight. From the outside, it looked nothing special, but only Kelar, who had entered it, knew what a magical magic workshop this was.

It fits in with the bad taste and aesthetics of the British fairies. It looks ordinary on the outside, but it's actually a whole new world inside.

The fairies and witches of Britain like to make their magic workshops look inconspicuous, waiting for passing hunters or travelers to enter by mistake, and then cast a spell to turn them into fruit candies or something on the pretext that they have offended them...

"Oh my god, my witch sister, look at your textbook tsundere look!"

Kelar did not step forward rashly. No matter what time, one should not underestimate the witch's methods. Unless she took the initiative to invite him, Kelar would never take the risk.

"Beautiful witch sister, I've gone through the tsundere process. For you, I skipped Lily's class. I don't know how to make trouble when I go back. If you don't teach me something useful today, I won't leave!"

As a man who wants to get to the outside world, Kelar will never miss any opportunity to gain knowledge.

And the savior of the fairies, the true king of Britain, the witch Morgan, whose magic is probably no worse than that of Merlin's humanoid Fufu. Since they are lucky enough to have a relationship, how can they just sit back and watch this God-given marriage slip away?

"..."

There was a faint sound of light footsteps, and Kelar looked back. A large, mature version of Altria with silver hair and blue eyes walked towards him. However, compared to the immature cub he was raising, this big witch sister was so mature from the inside out.

It's like a peach at the ripening stage, which is the best time to taste it from any angle.

Morgan's face was covered with a magic veil as misty as smoke, but it did not diminish her charm. On the contrary, this hazy veil was like a halo of beauty, making Morgan even more mysterious and charming.

Maintaining secrecy is not just a rule followed by modern magicians. Even witches from the Age of Gods follow this secret law.

This pair of exposed eyebrows and eyes, unlike Altria's determination and stubbornness, instead reveals the charm and elegance of a stunning woman. The dark blue eyeshadow gives people the temptation of a dark beauty.

"Little knight, you don't have to worry about that. The 'Perfect King' won't care about the little unhappiness of childhood."

Noticing the surprise and admiration in Kelar's eyes, Morgan crossed his arms over his chest, and wherever he stood he was a breathtaking sight.

"Sister Witch is right!" Kelar nodded to indicate that you have big breasts, and you are right. Then he revealed his true face as a man: "Sister Witch, what interesting tricks do you have to teach me today?"

"Let me make it clear first. It was me, Kelar, who had taught Hector to repel the Onsa people. Don't show off your little tricks in front of me!"

Kelar was more interested in learning the magical knowledge that Morgan had mastered rather than the wisdom of potions, finance, and war.

After all, magic is very convenient, isn't it? It can make people wear stockings and high heels in the Age of Gods, emit the fragrance of cosmetics pickled in it, and cover their faces like a trick to hide their ears and steal the bell!

"I have also heard a little about the reputation of the Celtic Sage, so there is no need to exaggerate it."

"Besides, I never said I would teach you anything, did I?" Morgan said coldly, "After all, you are a follower of the Red Dragon, and with your intelligence, you can't fail to guess my identity... We will definitely be enemies in the future!"

"Why should I teach you knowledge? Isn't this an act of aiding the enemy?"

Kelar almost laughed out loud. My witch sister, you know what it means to aid the enemy. Then explain who Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Aggravin are...

King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table had a total of 150 high-ranking knights, but there were only a dozen or so who could become titled knights of the first-class heroic spirits, and Morgan gave away nearly a quarter of them.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 4 Why do you crave power?

"My dear sister, witch sister, are you afraid of that immature little red dragon?" Kelar said sweetly. He put away his smile and asked seriously, "Ms. Morgan, the most powerful woman in the world, do you have so little confidence in yourself?"

"Humph, the same excuse again. I've long been immune to it!"

Morgan was unmoved. She had heard this before. If there was no new reason this time, she would not teach him. Yes, she absolutely would not teach him. Even if he said something like 'Morgan is the cutest in the world', she would not teach him!

Morgan is the daughter of King Uther and the King of the British Isles, and the throne should belong to her.

But──

Morgan is the savior of the fairies and the daughter that King Uther forced to bring back through a ritual. Both King Uther and Merlin believe that Morgan is not a qualified king.

At least, he was not the 'perfect king' in the minds of King Uther and Merlin.

King Uther asked Merlin, a non-human being, what the "perfect holy king" was. Merlin, who had never had human emotions and did not know what a human was, could only look for a king who met King Uther's requirements in human history.

Finally, Merlin saw a man, Solomon the Magician.

So Merlin responded to King Uther:

A perfect king must be a tool without blood, tears, heart, love, hatred or fear. He only has the country in his heart. He is willing to even destroy his family for the survival of the country. Only he is a holy king.

Morgan can't do that. She can feel joy and sadness, can be affected by hatred and anger, and can also be attracted by love and romance...

This is not the perfect king in Merlin's mind, nor is this the holy king that Uther idealized.

Today, King Uther is the legitimate king of mankind on the British island, Merlin is the court wizard loyal to King Uther, and the leader of the Celtic Druids. These two people hold the royal power and voice of Britain.

Morgan could not compete with King Uther and Merlin in terms of power or fame.

The blue eyes were fixed on Kelar. Even though Morgan spoke arrogantly, she didn't really mean it. She still wanted Kelar to praise her.

Or maybe she was too eager to be recognized.

As a man with the qualities of a king, Morgan longs to be recognized by his people.

Especially nobles like Kelar, they are the basic base that any king will try to win over.

Therefore, my desire for and recognition of him does not count as a betrayal of my own persistence.

"Well, let's just coax her. After all, we want to learn real skills..."

Kelar pondered inwardly, then he cleared his throat and began to read from the Bible: "Why is Miss Morgan a god? First of all, she committed the sin of arrogance..."

Finally, after a long essay, Kelar concluded: "In short, Miss Morgan is the cutest in the world. I like the witch sister the most. I have been supporting Morgan since I was born (shock)!"

If Kelar's words were said in later generations, he would inevitably end up being beheaded. However, in the Age of Gods, in front of a country girl witch who had never seen the world, this was a dimensionality reduction attack!

Hey hey hey hey…

Gu──!

How could anyone say something like that with such sincerity?

So shameful...

But, more please!

Morgan sat there with clear and cold eyes, looking calm and composed, but in fact he had been gone for a while.

It took a long time for Morgan, a country girl who had never seen the world, to come to her senses.

"Huhu~ My veil should still be there, right?" Morgan really wanted to reach out her little hand to touch her cheeks to see if they were red and hot, but she still had to maintain her mystery and majesty as a great witch.

Damn it, he’s just a little knight, but he’s so good at coaxing people!

If Morgan knew that Kelar had a lot of crazy little essays in his mind, he wouldn't think so. Perhaps, tearing Kelar apart would be a good choice?

A few years ago, Morgan came to Maple Ridge guided by prophecy.

Unlike the prophetic dreams of the incubus Merlin, Morgan's prophecy was both clear and vague. Although it guided Morgan to Maple Ridge, he needed to figure out the specific situation on his own.

After all, this is the power of peeking into fate, so it won't be smooth sailing.

But not long after Morgan came here, he accidentally discovered that the little red dragon hidden by Merlin and Uther was also here, and grew up with the boy in front of him.

Morgan was not stupid. She immediately guessed that this was King Uther's plan, and that it was the team of support for the 'perfect king' that her father had prepared in advance for himself.

But by the time she discovered this, she had already taught Kelar a lot of knowledge. Since the act of aiding the enemy has become an fait accompli, even if she teaches him a little more, it won't matter... right?

It was strange that Morgan disliked and even hated King Uther and her sister, but she had never thought of killing Altria.

Perhaps, long before Morgan herself knew it, she, the savior of the fairies, the Nine Fairy Queens of Avalon, had already been assimilated into the Celts.

Blood and clan are the bonds that the British Celts value most, and every Celt is proud of the honor of his clan and family name.

“Huh…” Morgan took a deep breath and thought to himself, “Wait one more day. I will leave tomorrow to find King Biao. That guy Vortigern will definitely not let go of the successor chosen by Uther!”

The humble king Vortigern!

King Uther's brother, who drank the blood of the evil dragon and turned into a white dragon of disaster, the embodiment of the will of the British Island.

Vortigern was also aware of the decline of the Age of Gods in Britain.

Unlike King Uther's "I can't explain this to you, so I will train a perfect wise king to solve the problem", and the fairies' "The Age of Gods is over, let's take advantage of the island's Age of Gods and sink the British Isles into the inner sea of ​​stars!"

If King Uther is the stability-maintaining party and the fairies are the run party, then Vortigern is the party that wants fire from heaven to come!

As the embodiment of the British Isles, Vortigern's attitude is "If Britain is destined to be tainted by the human civilization of the continent, it is better to be destroyed in hell in its own hands."

Ha, no wonder Vortigern is a white dragon with a good appearance, but is denounced as a 'disaster dragon that devours light'.

After making up his mind, Morgan calmed down and said, "Kailar, your martial arts are impeccable, and your battle command is also excellent. It can be said that you are qualified to be a follower of the Red Dragon."

"What else do you want to learn?"

"Magic (shocked voice)! I want to learn magic!" Kelar's purpose is very clear. Whether it is in 1990 or in the British Isles in the Age of Gods, Kelar still remembers the history of mankind. No matter what he wants to do, he has to find a way to master knowledge and power first.

Magic and sorcery, as supernatural powers, are naturally the knowledge he most urgently needs to acquire.

"Magic?...That's fine." Morgan thought that she had already taught so much, and magic wouldn't be a big deal, so she nodded and agreed.

"But you have to remember - why do you crave magic?"

Kelar smiled naturally, and the smile looked silly. This moment seemed to last forever, and it chiseled into Morgan's heart, making her never forget it.

"Morgan... Witch sister, I want to learn magic. I want to master supernatural powers."

Kelar's tone was soft but firm: "I want to save Britain... I want to save the Celts... I also want to save the Ansa..."

"Morgan, this world is wrong. They are all wrong. They are all wrong..."

Kelar said calmly: "So, I will tell them what is right."

"...I don't understand what you are saying. What is right or wrong?" Morgan chuckled and shook his head. "But I am willing to teach you. Don't ask why...I will only stay for ten days. How much you can learn depends on your own ability!"

Maybe it was because of his sweet words, maybe it was because of that smile, maybe it was because he could see the fun, or maybe it was because Kelar was good-looking...

Anyway, as a witch with a bad reputation, no matter what I do, it shouldn't be surprising, right?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 5 Geis

It is obvious that Kelar is the destined Knight of the Round Table and will be an enemy of the witch in the future, but Morgan, who is a witch, is actually willing to teach her all her magic.

Believe me, witch sister!

Perhaps, in this classical age of gods, everyone attaches great importance to credibility and promises, and not everyone can point at the Luo River and fart without scruples.

The magic knowledge that Morgan possesses is not like that of Cthulhu. People who are not intelligent enough to understand it will either die or become disabled if they just remember that knowledge.

What can I say about magic? Apart from its mysterious characteristics and the need for secret inheritance, it is not essentially different from worldly knowledge.

It is also a basic way of cognition and understanding of the world.

It's like, even if you can't understand calculus, if you have a good memory, you can memorize the calculus formulas in your head. Even if you can't understand it and can't apply it, you can write it down.

In fact, if Kelar had a full understanding of Morgan, he would not be surprised by her behavior.

In pan-human history, Morgan hated Altria, thinking that this defective sister had taken his throne...

At the same time, he sent his children to Artoria to serve as Knights of the Round Table. Morgan's sons made many outstanding achievements under King Arthur and became important assistants.

Sometimes Morgan wanted to join forces with the King to deal with Arthur, but sometimes he felt that the King was not a suitable partner, and unconsciously helped Altria...

All these behaviors reveal that Morgan is a complex, contradictory, treacherous and changeable person.

This witch's personality is indeed not suitable for being a king.

Morgan's obsession with becoming the King of Britain was so strong that it even formed a Noble Phantasm.

But now she could neither defeat the humble King Vortigern nor disobey her conceptual father, King Uther.

And she was destined to be no match for King Arthur in the future.

"Humph, my magic is not that easy to learn!" Morgan saw Kelar's happy face, but he crossed his arms and sneered coldly: "If a magical accident occurs, don't expect me to save you, Kelar!"

Many modern magic tricks were called "magic" in ancient times, even in the Age of Gods.

And as mystery fades, magic degenerates into sorcery.

Kelar kept smiling: "Yes, yes, then I will yell 'Morgan save me'!"

He now understood the tsundere side, or rather, the complexity, of this witch lady.