[Facts proved that your words were very effective on Morgan. At least after that time, you never saw an emotional breakdown in her eyes again.]
[The maids of Camelot's royal court were very surprised by this. They marveled at how quickly the Princess recovered from her argument with the King this time, which allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.]
[After all, an angry Morgan was not someone they could handle.]
[Afterward, everything returned to normal.]
[Perhaps it was because of what you said earlier that Morgan's opinion of you changed. She no longer treated you as just an object, but as someone she could converse with.]
[Thus, many people in the royal court noticed that the Princess had become extremely abnormal lately. She always seemed to be talking to herself when alone, and occasionally she would stroll through the moonlit gardens, seemingly conversing with an invisible person.]
[The people were curious about everything regarding this Princess, yet they also held a deep reverence for her.]
[As for you, you did everything you could to please this future witch, your current master, with your words.]
[But effort yields rewards. You could feel that through this process, Morgan's trust in you was steadily increasing.]
[This was undoubtedly a good thing for you.]
[And this kind of life continued for three whole years.]
[During these three years, the power dynamics in Britain changed drastically. Uther's Celtic army was practically crushed by the Vile King's massive forces.]
[In just three years, the Vile King, who originally only occupied a small portion of land in northern Britain, forcefully led the Anglo-Saxons—who were actually more adept at naval warfare—to conquer nearly two-thirds of Britain.]
[At this point, saying the Celtic royal court was under siege wouldn't be an exaggeration.]
[Yet Uther turned a blind eye to all this. He continued to sit on his throne every day, receiving battle reports from the front lines and waiting for his Child of the Red Dragon to grow up.]
[Of course, he also kept finding new ways to dismiss Morgan.]
[Over these years, Morgan approached Uther many times to express her thoughts. Whether it was personally taking the battlefield, using Magecraft to buff the British soldiers, or submitting strategies based on your suggestions, Uther ignored them all.]
[Clearly, Morgan truly cared for the British army and soldiers as if they were her own property, but King Uther was equally determined to restrain her.]
[Slowly, you felt Morgan growing increasingly disappointed in her old father.]
[Then, one day three years later, Morgan suggested to King Uther that she wanted to go for a walk outside, and miraculously, Uther agreed.]
"Lady Morgan, I don't understand."
Souya floated in mid-air, facing away from Morgan as he posed his question.
Behind him, Morgan was changing her clothes. Listening to the rustling sounds and imagining the fabric sliding across Morgan's fair, tender skin, Souya's mind couldn't help but wander.
"I know what you want to ask. If I truly wanted to go somewhere, I wouldn't need to ask Father for permission. There is no one on this land who can restrict my movements."
Morgan put on her sexy, black-and-white formal gown. Her jade-like hands gathered her long white hair and tied it behind her head with a black ribbon.
She turned to look at Souya. Seeing that he had obediently stayed put and hadn't peeked at her changing, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
"The reason I asked Father for permission is because the purpose of my journey is to visit those powerful nobles who hold the lifeblood of the country."
"Father is getting old. Over the past three years, I can feel the life draining from his body."
Morgan raised her hand, and Souya once again entered the ring on her left ring finger.
"If I can win over those nobles to acknowledge me as king, then even if Father still refuses to relent, I will forcefully ascend to that throne after his death."
Souya listened silently. Having never left Morgan's side for the past three years, he naturally understood her thoughts.
Under Souya's encouragement and the repeated blows of reality, Morgan no longer craved Uther's approval as she used to.
As long as she could become king and sit on that throne symbolizing the power of Britain, whether through coercion or intimidation, it would all be justified.
Just as Souya had told her: history is written by the victors. When Morgan became king, he would be the first to sing her praises.
After some mental struggle, Morgan didn't explicitly agree, but she essentially tacitly accepted this perspective.
She never considered herself a kind person, and she didn't care in the slightest about the so-called code of chivalry. Since that was the case, why bother getting caught up in worldly trivialities?
Becoming a king is not such a bothersome matter.
Alright, Souya admitted that Morgan was more or less led astray by him. If she still ended up descending into darkness later, he definitely deserved a significant portion of the credit.
But so what? No matter what Morgan becomes, she is still the Morgan I will forever love.
Souya thought to himself.
"I obey your command, Lady Morgan."
[Under the cover of night, you and Morgan left the royal court without anyone noticing.]
[Regarding King Uther's concession to let Morgan win over the nobles, you and Morgan had differing views.]
[Morgan might have seen this as a softening of his stance, a sign that Uther was gradually accepting her ascension to the throne.]
[But you didn't think so. Witnessing three years of Uther and Morgan constantly arguing over this matter had made you deeply realize just how stubborn Uther was about the succession of the British throne.]
[On the surface, he found various reasons to deny Morgan and crush her will, but in your eyes, it was merely to stall her.]
[After all, the Child of the Red Dragon was still growing, and the great magus Merlin was continuously spreading prophecies of the so-called future King of the Celts throughout Britain to build momentum for the Red Dragon. If he didn't stall Morgan and let her recognize reality and turn dark right now, the little Red Dragon would be in danger.]
[As for Morgan's thoughts, you actually felt she knew something to some extent, but simply refused to believe it out of the deep-seated affection in her heart.]
[Sure enough, at the very first noble's territory you arrived at after leaving the royal court, you encountered an obstacle.]
"Princess, your presence brings us immense honor. However, regarding your proposal..."
The old Sir stood before Morgan, his face full of respect. He bowed slightly, appearing extremely deferential, but the contempt deep in his eyes did not escape Morgan, who sat upon the high seat.
"Sir Calvin, you must understand that what I told you was not a proposal, but a choice."
Morgan's fingers tapped lightly against the back of the chair. Her heavenly face held no expression; there was only the pride and aloofness of a Princess of Britain.
A dark, chilling aura erupted violently, causing the old Sir's expression to change drastically.
Feeling the immense pressure radiating from Morgan, the old Sir finally cleared his head. He realized that the white-haired beauty before him, whether in strength or status, was far beyond someone he could look down upon. The contempt in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced by panic and fear.
"P-Princess, please calm your anger!"
The old Sir fell to his knees, hastily begging for mercy.
The knights behind him who witnessed this dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. After all, Morgan's power was far beyond what they could ever hope to match.
"Make your choice, Calvin."
Morgan stood up slowly, looking down at the old Sir and his knights with a condescending gaze.
"Princess, I naturally highly agree with your words about acknowledging you as king. But as you know, Britain is currently in turmoil, and the Vile King in the north is eyeing us covetously. Furthermore, Lord Uther is still alive and well. Wouldn't discussing this now be a bit premature..."
Fine beads of sweat formed on the old Sir's forehead. He was racking his brains trying to answer Morgan's question.
Due to the oaths he had sworn, he couldn't actually endorse Morgan, nor could he speak the truth, so he had no choice but to stall.
But as to whether Morgan would believe his excuses, he had no confidence at all.
I just hope the rumors of her being a witch that have been spreading these past few years aren't true...
Without a word, Morgan simply stared deeply at the old Sir, causing his head to bow lower and lower as the chilling grip of death slowly crept over his entire body.
When he finally gathered the courage to look up again, he realized Morgan had already left at some unknown point, leaving behind only a faint, lingering fragrance and a room full of terrified people.
"You really have created a terrifying monster... Lord Uther..."
In a forest outside the old Sir's territory, Morgan's sexy and alluring figure slowly materialized, her white hair gleaming like silver under the moonlight.
She looked up at the bright moon in the sky. Her blue eyes were as deep as water, hiding whatever thoughts she harbored.
"Lady Morgan."
Souya called out softly.
It wasn't until Souya called her three times that Morgan snapped back to reality.
"I'm fine. Let's proceed to the next territory."
She said nonchalantly.
[Your journey with Morgan continued.]
[Over the following month, relying on Morgan's Magecraft and familiarity with the land, you visited noble after noble. From Princes governing counties down to well-known Sirs, as long as they were nobles with sufficient power and influence, without exception, they all saw your figures in the night.]
[As for the results... they were truly unsatisfactory.]
[For some unknown reason, basically none of these nobles expressed any intention of joining Morgan's faction. By prior agreement, they all started to act unreasonably and tried to muddle their way through.]
[Even on one occasion when Morgan couldn't take it anymore and held death to their throats, they didn't reveal the reason why.]
[You could feel Morgan's mental state, which had already been deteriorating in recent years, becoming increasingly twisted and broken. It had reached a point where your words could no longer heal her.]
[Aside from the nobles, there was another factor: in recent years, many rumors describing Morgan as a cruel, cold-blooded, and vile witch suddenly began to spring up across the land.]
[Having essentially stayed in the royal capital with Morgan all this time, you only learned of these rumors after embarking on this journey.]
[With a little thought, you understood that these baseless accusations were likely spread under Uther's instruction. After all, calculating the time, the little Red Dragon you saw back then was probably nearing the time to inherit the throne.]
[And if he didn't thoroughly suppress Morgan, who possessed another, even more legitimate claim to the royal lineage, none of this would work.]
[You had to sigh. Uther was truly incompetent, both as a king and as a father.]
[It was at this moment that a sudden turn of events interrupted your and Morgan's actions.]
[The royal court suddenly broadcast a prophecy from the great magus Merlin: A knight will draw a Sword of Selection struck into a stone within a church. The one who draws the sword shall be the King who leads Britain to victory and glory.]
[While the world was still shocked by the great magus Merlin's prophecy, King Uther announced almost immediately afterward that the prophecy was true. He would pass the throne to the knight who drew the Sword in the Stone.]
[Consequently, the passions of knights all over Britain were ignited by this prophecy. Even the Vile King Vortigern halted his war for some unknown reason, leading knights from all over Britain to travel to various churches in search of the Sword in the Stone.]
[You realized things were looking bad.]
[As expected, Morgan completely lost control of her emotions. She rushed back to Camelot at almost flying speed, heading to the throne room to find Uther.]
[You tried to persuade her, but it was completely useless. This time, Morgan even locked you in the room while she went to find King Uther alone.]
[You knew something terrible was about to happen.]
[Sure enough, just two days later, the royal court released two more shocking pieces of news.]
['King Uther has passed away from illness,' and before his death, King Uther said to his daughter, the Princess of Britain, Morgan: 'You shall never receive the loyalty of knights.']
The grand stage of Britain officially raised its curtains.