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Driven by curiosity, the fairy instinctively moved closer and carefully pressed her ear against the door. Through the door, which wasn't very soundproof, the sounds inside the room clearly reached the innocent fairy's ears.
It was a tirade composed of intense panting, its content so filthy that even God would close his eyes. Yet the fairy of paradise felt no insult from the tirade, for the tirade was intermittent, mixed with intense moans of pleasure and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, making the woman's tirade sound like the lyrics of a violent rock song, jarring yet uniquely flavorful. But what truly captivated the soul was the accompaniment that ignited the soul of the lyrics.
The powerful drumbeats, even without direct visual contact, were enough to conjure in the innocent fairy's mind the drumsticks striking the drumhead, and to her imagination the drummer's face and the entire drumming accompaniment. In an instant, the fairy realized she shouldn't continue listening to music that wasn't hers, but...
Perhaps because the music was so alluring, she couldn't tear herself away. She just blushed and listened to this private performance with Mordred, which wasn't theirs, until nearly an hour later, when the lead singer was exhausted and could no longer sing. Realizing that the private party was about to end, the two eavesdroppers finally snapped out of it.
They looked at each other's flushed cheeks, and the fairy realized what a ridiculous thing she had just done. She was supposed to guide Mordred away, but she didn't expect to have been eavesdropping like that brat Mordred. Feeling completely humiliated, the fairy let out a soft moan and ran away in a panic, covering her face.
Mordred, whose face was slightly flushed, watched the fleeing fairy, and the blush on her face faded considerably. "What? So innocent?"
Then, seemingly to prove that she was already an adult, she composed herself and then abruptly pushed open the door, speaking to the two people in the room in a very casual manner.
"Hey, Master, you've convinced that woman, haven't you? When are we going off to love...?"
Before she could finish speaking, a pillow hit Mordred in the face.
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The sudden, immense force sent the unsuspecting Servant tumbling head over heels, followed by Morgan's furious and humiliating curses that pierced Mordred's eardrums.
"Get out!"
In an instant, Mordred's vision went black, and in the final moments before her consciousness faded, she realized that her angry outburst contained a high concentration of true ether.
This woman...shouldn't she be exhausted by now? How can she still unleash a powerful magic spell in an instant?
Chapter 183 She peacefully closed her eyes.
In the end, Morgan was persuaded.
As Morgan lay naked on the bed, feeling the warmth of the man beside her, the loneliness and regret that had haunted her for nearly a thousand years finally ceased to linger. The surreal feeling that had made her constantly doubt whether she was dreaming after their long separation also completely dissipated. The physical pleasure that had been emanating from her body for the past few hours told her how well he knew her body, confirming that she was indeed not dreaming.
In fact, until a few hours earlier, she was still wondering if she was dreaming, dreaming that one afternoon her husband suddenly appeared in the back garden and told her that he had come to take her away from Britain.
After all, she always has similar dreams.
It wasn't until Mordred, from another world, with her uncanny recklessness and striking resemblance to her daughter, completely jolted her awake from her fantasy that Morgan finally snapped out of her empty, self-destructive state. She awoke with a start from her bed, realizing that she had been wallowing in grief for too long, to the point that she was constantly self-hypnotizing herself and increasingly reverting to the extremes of her immature self.
But now, she doesn't care.
No matter what her husband had lied to her about, what he had done behind her back, or how many years he had left her wallowing in sorrow, at least after learning of her situation, he hadn't abandoned her like her biological father had, but had tried to save her. That was enough, even though…
"So, you can come to Ireland with me?"
This man has a somewhat overly flexible moral compass.
Morgan looked at Quinn, who was still enjoying the afterglow of pleasure and whose mind was still a little foggy, and tried to seduce him. The blush that had just appeared on Quinn's face turned cold again. "Couldn't you... wait a while before bringing this up?"
"No, if I don't speak up now while you're in a good mood, you'll start making sarcastic remarks about me again later."
Quinn, who knew Morgan inside and out, was unscrupulous. He knew this was the stage when Morgan was most easily persuaded, and it was indeed the case. When Quinn's erection returned because of Morgan's once again indifferent face, Morgan, feeling the drumsticks in his body being reborn, finally stopped being stubborn and nodded in agreement while humming softly.
"The stomach is the gateway to a man's heart, and the vagina is the gateway to a woman's heart"—this is a quote from a modern female writer, and you have truly made this a reality.
[Although there were some minor hiccups along the way, such as a servant suddenly barging in and nearly disrupting your and Morgan's enjoyment, Morgan agreed to your suggestion amidst the pleasure you brought. She will accompany you to Ireland to meet the princess who once pursued you, and your servant and the fairy from Paradise will also travel with you on this journey.]
The four of you left the castle in a carriage driven by your servant. Thanks to the magic-forged armor that could conceal the wearer's figure and face, and the magic Morgan cast on the carriage, your journey was smooth sailing. Even when you occasionally passed through some important cities, no one noticed the carriage's special nature.
[You will arrive in Ireland approximately one week later.]
[Unlike the impoverished backwaters you remember, perhaps because Guinevere enjoyed the deep trust of your good daughter, Ireland was not regarded as an uncivilized land of lowly people by the British as it had been in history. Instead, under the Emperor's patronage, it rapidly developed into the largest principality in the British Isles, second only to England in economic power.]
Merchant ships and travelers from all over Europe crisscrossed the ports of Ireland, exchanging wine, furs, and flax for Ireland's abundant grains and cheeses. This frequent trade made the nobles of the Kingdom of Ireland extremely wealthy, and you could see well-dressed commoners everywhere you went. Along the way, you might even hear that Ireland had begun to follow London's example by opening free church schools and starting to improve the literacy rate of the people.
These changes have taken your breath away. You never imagined that this remote and impoverished place could have made such progress after you left. Although this progress has taken nearly a thousand years, you are beginning to look forward to meeting Guinevere. You are eager to know what that naive little princess has become after all these years.
When the carriage arrived in the Irish capital, considering that your daughter might have spies in Ireland, you did not go directly to the Irish court, but instead used magic to disguise yourself as an old acquaintance.
On this day, a knight cloaked in green and clad in armor resembling green leaves appeared in the Irish capital, riding a wooden horse made of dead wood. Before the entire populace, he drove his seemingly lifeless steed past the capital's patrols as if they were nothing, and with the ferocity of an assassination attempt, delivered a challenge to the terrified palace guards, declaring his desire to challenge all the knights of Ireland.
At this moment, the ancient legends of Britannia resurfaced, and panic began to spread throughout the Irish capital.
Within hours, rumors of the Green Knight's reappearance spread from the common people to the depths of the palace, reaching the ears of the queen sitting on her throne.
While all the nobles speculated whether the sudden appearance of the green knight was a prank by some fairy, the queen, a witness to that ancient legend, already knew everything, and therefore…
On this night, the Irish palace was unguarded.
The palace hall was silent, with only Guinevere present. The queen, who had deliberately ordered the guards to leave, sat on the cold throne, her fingers nervously interlacing and rubbing together. She was filled with a complex mix of emotions—anticipation, unease, and fear—so complex that even a pie chart could not quantify them all.
The Green Knight... The Green Knight...
There are not many people left in this world who know what that looks like. Those who experienced the incident firsthand have either died or disappeared. Logically speaking, I am the only one who still recognizes the green knight's face.
Is it him? That person is still alive, has he really come back?
The Queen's chaotic thoughts nearly overloaded her mind, until the sound of wheels rolling and hooves echoed outside the lonely palace, followed by light footsteps approaching from afar.
coming.
The Queen looked up expectantly at the wide-open palace gates, watching several long, narrow shadows gradually approach in the moonlight. Her fingers clenched tightly, her heart pounding with excitement. When the figures finally came into view, she felt as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.
"Huh? So it's not just a coincidence of names?"
Instead of the voice she had been eagerly anticipating, a voice that was extremely familiar to her, a voice that was beyond her psychological tolerance, rang out. Immediately afterward, a fully armed knight with a face she knew all too well walked through the palace gates. At that moment, Guinevere stopped breathing.
That's it, I'm going to be purged.
As Guinevere watched Mordred, the first to walk in without concealing her face with a helmet, she peacefully closed her eyes.
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Quinn didn't understand what Guinevere felt upon seeing Mordred appear in her court, but after following Mordred into the palace and gazing at the woman seated on the throne...
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As he gazed upon her graceful figure, he couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying way time could shape a person.
In his memory, the last time he saw Guinevere, the princess of King Lewd Kuan was a beautiful young woman. Now, however, Guinevere gave off a somewhat bland feeling, as if she were a widow who had been widowed for a long time. The reason he said "as if" was because he had already heard that Guinevere was still unmarried.
If time hadn't almost stood still in Britannia, and if there weren't no concepts of death and aging, and if she hadn't been the emperor's confidante, Guinevere's Irish throne would likely have been unstable long ago. But considering these factors, she was the most stable and excellent queen in the eyes of the Irish people. The people in the towns she passed through along the way all praised Guinevere's good name, which shows that she was deeply loved by the people.
The changes in his old friends were so great that it was truly heartbreaking. So, instead of responding to Mordred's sigh, he walked past his servant to Guinevere, who was sleeping with her eyes closed, and gazed at her beautiful face.
Seeing Sleeping Beauty's slightly trembling eyelashes, Quinn immediately realized that the woman in front of him was pretending to be asleep.
"Stop pretending, Guinevere."
"..."
The familiar yet unfamiliar voice made Guinevere open her eyes slightly. When Quinn's face came into view, she froze for a few seconds before suddenly realizing, "Is what that girl who looks like Morgan is true?"
Quinn nodded. "That's my student. Where is she now?"
"I protected her."
After Guinevere recovered, she found that several more people had appeared in her palace. Mordred, whom she had seen earlier, was standing behind Quinn, while Morgan and a girl who looked remarkably like Artoria were gazing at her from afar. In an instant, the mature queen realized that Mordred, whom she had just seen, was not the current emperor, and that what the girl who called herself "Emiya Shiro" and looked exactly like Morgan had said was true.
The man she once loved did not die, but went to the future and became a magic mentor. Now, he has returned to Britain under the guise of investigating the differences in the world.
She had considered many possibilities after their reunion, and how to show him that she was no longer the princess who needed his protection to stand in the world. She now held immense power and was the most powerful princess in Britannia, second only to the king. But…
"I'll take you to see her right now."
When Quinn appeared before her, Guinevere realized that no matter how much time had passed, she could never stand up straight in front of him. Just looking at his face made her unable to help but recall the banquet when they first met. In the nearly thousand years that had passed, she had never met anyone who could compare to him. Even the current emperor was just a microcosm of Quinn's past in her eyes.
Quinn was taken aback for half a second when he saw Guinevere, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, being so easy to talk to. He looked at Morgan and Lily and saw that the two women also looked surprised. Clearly, in the eyes of the two women with fairy eyes, Guinevere was not lying and she really intended to take Quinn to find Shiro Emiya.
Since that was the case, Quinn didn't say anything more. He nodded, took Guinevere's hand, and led the queen, who was sitting on the throne, to her feet, and sincerely thanked her.
“I know you’ve been supporting Mordred all these years. Although a lot has happened, I have to thank you. Thank you for your hard work, Guinevere.”
With just a word of thanks, Guinevere's eyes welled up with tears as her hands were held. She had waited so long to hear those words, and today she finally did. She turned her head away, not wanting the other person to see her barely concealed ugliness, and could only try to remain calm, muttering something like "Don't waste time," before walking deeper into the palace.
Mordred, standing behind Quinn, couldn't help but purse her lips as she watched Guinevere, who refused to let go of Quinn's hand and practically dragged him away. She glanced at Morgan, who was coldly observing the scene, and said, "Mother... is this woman always like this?"
Morgan snorted coldly, said nothing, and followed, not intending to give Guinevere and Quinn any chance to be alone.
Following Guinevere, the group soon arrived at a towering tower deep within the Irish palace. From below, they could vaguely see candlelight flickering high up in the tower. Guinevere stopped at the tower entrance, took out a silver key, turned to look at the group behind her, and then her eyes flashed.
"This tower is a special prison that I commissioned fairies to build. It contains fairy magic, and only those with the key can enter, except for me. In other words, I can only bring one person in."
lie.
As soon as Guinevere finished speaking, Morgan's eyes flashed with cold light. She had seen through it all. After all these years, this woman had never given up on her plan to outdo her. But in the end, she did not expose the other woman's lie. She simply turned her head away and pretended not to hear.
Her actions left Guinevere somewhat bewildered. Before the queen could even process what was happening, Quinn took the key, inserted it into the lock, and opened the tower's door. Seeing Quinn about to enter the tower, Guinevere abandoned all thought and hurriedly followed. Only after their figures disappeared into the dark tower did she begin to pace restlessly.
Mordred and Lily exchanged a glance, both seeing the speechlessness in each other's eyes.
They were not puzzled by Morgan's attitude at this moment, but were somewhat amazed by the awkwardness of the in-laws. The reason was simple: having overheard the conversation between Morgan and Quinn in the room not long ago, the two women knew a little about it, and therefore understood why Morgan was not taking any action now.
The passage of time has not diminished your place in Guinevere's heart. You know she still has strong feelings for you. This most powerful prince of the Britannian Empire is the lever you use to pry open the pillars of the empire. You need him to join your side to further blind your good daughter.
Therefore, you devised a scheme against Guinevere—to seduce her.
You begin to subtly express your affection for the Queen, attempting to rekindle her past love for you and turn this prince, loyal to the British Emperor, into your lover, making the Kingdom of Ireland your base of operations to overthrow the Emperor. To this end, you plan to first reveal a tiny fraction of your countless secrets to Guinevere to gain her trust.
Chapter 185 What Responds to You Is Your Future Self
At the top of the dimly lit tower, in a luxurious room several meters above the ground, Shiro Emiya stared idly at the burning candlelight by the bedside, his mind replaying the magic lessons he had taken at the Clock Tower.
She had been squatting in this room with cashmere mats on the floor, linen sofas, and a velvet bed for almost half a month. Although the city's owners treated her quite well, providing for her every need and occasionally bringing her rare local specialties, she knew very well that she was under house arrest.
The thought of losing his freedom filled Shiro Emiya with bitterness, and he couldn't help but miss his school days.
However, just as she was trying to pass the long night by recalling her studies, the footsteps coming from the tower stairs caught Shiro Emiya's attention. She listened to the unique sound of the first high heels clattering on the wooden floor and realized that the owner of this place had come again. However, this was the first time that the owner would come here at this time.
Shiro turned her head to look at the door, wanting to see what kind of story the other person wanted to hear this time. But the figure revealed by the door being opened from the outside made her pause for half a second.
"teacher?"
Seeing Quinn appear at the door, Shiro jumped out of bed. Then, she saw Guinevere and their hands clasped together. For a moment, her mind went blank. In that instant, every time Guinevere had appeared...
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The scenes of the stories he had been asked when he was looking for him immediately echoed in the young magician's mind.
No wonder the Queen here always asks me about my teacher's story; it turns out... these two knew each other a long time ago? And they had a pretty good relationship?