CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Chapter 15

Is this Britain, or England?!

But soon he remembered that it wasn't just Kai who wanted to wash his feet; Artoria did the same!

Quinn's blank expression quickly turned into a smile.

Morgan's smirk and mockery vanished. She stared at Quinn, who had suddenly burst into laughter, and her female instincts kicked in.

Why are you laughing when two men are treating you so intimately?!

Chapter Sixteen: Director Ken, don't look for me anymore. I'm afraid Morgan will misunderstand.

Morgan glanced at Quinn, whose face was beaming with joy, a hint of malice in his eyes. He simply reached out and cupped his lover's cheeks, forcefully turning her face towards him.

Their eyes met, and Morgan said calmly, "Have I been working too hard lately? Are I getting wrinkles?"

Quinn immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He saw a strange light flashing in Morgan's eyes, a sign that the other party had activated the Fairy Eye.

"No, you are still as beautiful as ever."

"So you admire those two people?" Morgan narrowed his eyes, his tone tinged with amusement.

“You could say that, they are all highly skilled warriors, and I’m currently in dire need of people like that. But to be more precise, I’m more interested in that squire. I believe that squire will definitely become an excellent knight in the future.” Quinn didn’t dare to hide his thoughts.

"Lacking manpower? As Camelot's White Dragon enemy, do you really lack a few mere warriors by your side?"

Morgan realized that Quinn wasn't lying, but she instinctively felt something was wrong. Normally, she would have given up asking further questions at this point, but now she felt that her position in Quinn's heart was threatened.

As a princess, she had long heard about the bad habits of the nobles. In Camelot, many nobles had some little hobbies of their own. Before this, she did not care about these little hobbies among women. After all, the morality of those nobles had nothing to do with her. As long as it did not affect her authority as a princess, Morgan always turned a blind eye.

but now……

She felt it was her duty as Camelot's rightful heir to stop this perverse trend, especially to prevent Quinn from being infected by the local nobles.

Now you dare to be pleased by the flattery of two men, what will you dare to do tomorrow? She doesn't even dare to think about it. Does she think that she, a princess, is inferior to two men? If you think I can't satisfy you, at least find another woman!

This matter must be clarified!

The more Morgan's thoughts wandered, the more agitated he became, and he suddenly reached for Quinn's lower body while holding Quinn's hand.

"Hiss!" Quinn gasped, quite nervously saying, "Your Highness, what I lack is not just ordinary warriors, but those capable of leading troops."

"Liar!" Morgan's voice rose a few decibels, and his grip tightened slightly. "If you have such a weakling, how could you have defeated Vortigern's army? Answer my questions seriously, or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

“I’m not lying, Your Highness. I really don’t know how to lead an army, and I’m not even good at martial arts.” Quinn hurriedly spoke up, genuinely afraid that Morgan would go too far. “If you continue like this, we may not be able to have any children in the future.”

"..."

Morgan calmed down immediately, and then she was surprised to find that Quinn was not lying; he was telling the truth.

For a moment, the princess found it somewhat amusing, even thinking that Quinn was being humble. How could a knight who was currently the only one who could defeat Vortigern's army multiple times, whose verifiable record showed a perfect record of victory, and who had the ability and courage to attack Saxon territory to avenge himself, possibly be truly unskilled in martial arts and incapable of leading troops into battle?

But as she observed the somewhat tense expression on his face, she gradually realized that what he was saying was probably true.

"Are you kidding me?" Morgan released his grip, feeling a bit dizzy from lack of oxygen. "If you can't lead an army, how did you win?"

How to win? All thanks to my invincible armored holy cavalry!

Quinn sighed helplessly. He had planned to learn swordsmanship from the future King of Knights as soon as he recruited Artoria to make up for his lack of combat power. However, he did not expect that the plan would be exposed before it even started. Oh well, it's better if Morgan finds out. It's better than his invincible second brother being defeated prematurely.

"It's the difference in soldiers. Even without a good commander, my cavalry is far stronger than the Saxon infantry. As long as there is no one in the enemy army who can turn the tide of battle on his own, the Saxons cannot defeat me with small groups, and their large army cannot catch up with me."

[You revealed your tactics. In an era when the value of heavy cavalry had not yet been discovered, most people could not realize the terrifying destructive power of your army. But Morgan was, after all, one of the most powerful magicians of the time. With just a brief explanation from you, she realized the overwhelming difference in combat power between these two centuries' military branches.]

Morgan understands how you achieved those legendary feats; she doesn't know how to describe you.

Morgan lowered his head and fell silent.

Now, Quinn was a little apprehensive. A large part of the reason he could win Morgan's favor was because of his achievements. Those legendary achievements created the illusion that only he could defeat Vortigern. On this basis, his behavior of treating people with respect and loyalty to his lord was admirable.

But in essence, it's just like a bag of Lay's potato chips—it looks big, but it doesn't actually contain much substance.

Now that he's been exposed, Quinn is intimidated. It would be perfectly reasonable for Morgan to fire him now.

"So, under these circumstances, you still went and attacked the Saxons?" After a long silence, Morgan spoke up. "Why?"

“I promised you I would gather enough food for you,” Quinn admitted.

Morgan looked up, and Quinn blinked, thinking he might have vision problems. He didn't see any anger or dissatisfaction on the face of this woman, who would later be described as a "femme fatale." Instead, he saw a few glistening tears in Morgan's eyes.

"You cried?"

"How dare you! I'm not crying! I'm just furious that you dared to hide this from me." Morgan feigned a furious expression, but her weak rebuke betrayed her true emotions. "Is this all you've got? How dare you lead my army to attack the Saxons? I don't care if you die, those cavalrymen are all mine!"

That's a problem with what you're saying. Those cavalrymen are produced by the system; they won't listen to you.

Quinn couldn't resist pointing out the flaws in the other's words and giving the stubborn princess a good taunt, but his emotional intelligence was up to par, and he couldn't do such a thing. He could only nod and say, "I swear, I will never take your army on such an adventure again."

Hearing the promise, Morgan took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She looked at the man standing in front of her and suddenly felt that his appearance did not quite match her impression of him.

"I should have realized it sooner; how could someone with your frail physique be a knight?"

No, how am I thin? You didn't say that in bed.

Quinn felt he had been slandered. Although he was not as well-trained as those knights, he was much more robust than his teacher, Director Ken, and he felt he should refute him at this moment.

“You should be a magician. The rough work of fighting should definitely be done by others. Since you have taken a fancy to that knight’s squire, then recruit him into your army. I will give you the power to appoint other people as knights. As for you, come to me more often when you have time. Be my apprentice first. I will teach you some things that a real noble should learn. You are going to be Queen Camelot’s husband in the future. You can’t always do the work of a servant.”

Morgan le Fay plots against you—she wants to teach you fairy magic.

This……

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Chapter 16

En swallowed hard, unable to contain his excitement.

Sigh, Director Ken, please don't come looking for me anymore from now on. I'm afraid Professor Morgan will misunderstand.

Chapter Seventeen is about the Palace Minister.

You begin learning fairy magic from Morgan.

Unlike modern magic, fairy magic is the earliest form of mystery, an ancient form of magic that "writes down events into books and then interprets them as magic." This power far surpasses all the modern magic you've mentioned, and it's undoubtedly a stroke of luck for you to learn this ancient magic.

[Because in your eyes, as a time traveler, the essence of fairy magic can be simply and crudely categorized into one word—superpuls version of fantasy materialization, that is, turning legendary things into reality. This is far more powerful than the magic you learned at the Clock Tower.]

You shared your understanding with Morgan, humbly seeking his guidance.

Morgan thinks you're hopelessly stupid and is starting to regret offering to teach you magic, but she can't take it back now that she's said it, so she has no choice but to reluctantly teach you how to use fairy magic.

You spent the whole night learning magic from Morgan, but progress was slow. She started complaining that you were a stupid student, and then angrily demanded a gift from you as a formal apprenticeship gift. You had no choice but to comply with Morgan's request. It wasn't until the sun rose that you got out of Morgan's bed, intending to return to your own camp. But before leaving, you received a small gift from your teacher: a ring with the function of a seal—the Palace Ring.

Morgan has granted you the position of "Prime Minister," allowing you to exercise the authority to be knighted on her behalf.

You have gained the trait "Palace Minister," which increases your diplomacy, management, and strategy by 2.

[This is an extremely powerful position. Generally speaking, only vassals who are deeply trusted by their lord and whose power is second only to the lord can become the Lord Mayor of the Palace. You know very well that you are not worthy of this gift, and Morgan does not have the right to appoint others as Lord Mayor of the Palace, because she is not yet the Queen of Camelot. This matter will inevitably become a stain on her reputation in the future, but she still made this decision.]

You intended to refuse the gift, but Morgan forced you to accept it, leaving you with no choice but to reluctantly become Camelot's Minister of the House.

[You know that from this day forward you have become the most powerful person in Camelot, and from this day forward you may praise without naming, enter the court without bowing, and enter the palace with a sword and shoes.]

Is my head still there?!

As Quinn walked out of Morgan's bedroom with the Palace Minister's Ring in hand, he still had the illusion that he was dreaming. He couldn't help but touch his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming before carefully putting the ring Morgan had given him onto his hand.

How did I, a gigolo, end up sitting at the same table as Grand Tutor Dong and Prime Minister Cao? By the way, Commander, were you just saying things that were easy to entice me to become a powerful minister because you envied me?

Quinn's complaints naturally received no response from the system. He knew in his heart that his simulator system was just a dead machine, without advanced functions like chatting or being able to be a wife. But he was too happy right now, and he was walking with a sense of euphoria, his steps carrying a hint of arrogance.

The palace guards frowned as they watched Quinn swagger from the direction of the princess's bedroom toward the main hall.

Hey buddy, even though the princess granted you the right to freely enter and leave the palace anytime, you used to try to avoid people. Now you're not even trying to hide when you spend the night in the palace? Aren't you underestimating us a bit? We'd better teach you a lesson!

Just as the guards, feeling their authority was being trampled upon, were about to express their dissatisfaction, a ray of sunlight shone into the palace and fell upon Quinn. For a moment, the Palace Watcher's Ring on Quinn's hand reflected a glimmer of light, which was reflected in the eyes of the guards.

Snapped!

The royal guards quickly lined up on both sides of the main hall of the palace, standing tall and forming a protective formation, displaying a solemn and serious royal demeanor.

Quinn stopped in front of the guards and glanced at them. He noticed that the one in the lead was the same one who had been guarding the palace gate not long ago. He subconsciously said, "It's you. Are you still guarding the gate?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, my duty is to guard the palace gates," the guard replied loudly.

Quinn sized up the guards in front of him and began to think about the future.

Morgan's overstepping of his authority by granting himself the duties of Mayor of the Palace will surely provoke discontent among many powerful figures. While King Uther's death was recent and his influence still lingers, most people can still obediently serve as his subjects. However, as the throne of Camelot remains vacant for an extended period, some will undoubtedly seek this pretext to challenge Morgan's authority.

He needed to cultivate a few trustworthy confidants to strengthen the security of the Lower Camelot court; only then could he live up to Morgan's trust in him.

Thinking this, Quinn spoke to the guard, "I've been busy with the tournament lately, and I'm short of capable people. Would you like to continue guarding the gate, or would you like to come and help me out?"

The guard's eyes lit up. "I am willing to serve Lord Chancellor. To be honest, I have long admired Sir Quinn, but I regret that my duty prevents me from accompanying him on the battlefield to serve him."

Hey, you're on the right track!

Quinn chuckled, but still maintained a serious expression, scolding, "Nonsense."

As a man with high emotional intelligence, Quinn knew very well that he, as the Household Minister, could only be Morgan's Household Minister, and immediately corrected the other party's mistake, "What do you mean by being loyal to me? We are all His Highness Morgan's people. We are loyal to His Highness, not to me. We are loyal to His Highness."

"Yes, Your Highness!" the guard immediately replied.

Quinn was overjoyed and left with his men, satisfied. The moment they stepped out of the palace and into the public eye, the princess's disciple vanished.

Before the reappearing crowd was Ser Quinn, the public servant of Camelot and the new Lord Chancellor.

[For the time being, you continued your work, diligently fulfilling your duties as Mayor of the Palace. However, in reality, for Camelot at this point, the presence or absence of a Mayor of the Palace made no difference. Therefore, you continued to stand at the gates of Camelot, welcoming each participant to the tournament in Morgan's name, thus conveying a message to the world—Morgan is the true heir to the throne of Camelot.]

But at night, you spend the night in the palace, diligently learning fairy magic with your lover and teacher, living a life of cultivation where there are no rewards for good performance and punishments for poor performance.

As the opening ceremony of the tournament draws closer, your workload increases. Knights from all over Europe are gathering in Camelot, making the city more prosperous than ever before. The effects of the civil war are gradually fading, but the benefits have also brought drawbacks. Maintaining order in Camelot is becoming increasingly difficult.

Since most of the knights and adventurers who came to Camelot were competitive, they would often clash over trivial matters, which would then escalate into street duels. Street duels in this era were often filled with death and bloodshed. Duels started by ordinary adventurers could be resolved by the Camelot guards, but duels between knights were beyond the guards' ability to handle.

Fortunately, these knights all regard you as a role model. As long as you show up, they will stop arguing and give you face. But the price is that you have to travel all over Camelot to show your face and check in.

To maintain order and stability in Camelot, your days are completely consumed by work, and you can't even sleep at night. But even with all this busyness, you haven't forgotten to have your soldiers treat Artoria and her brother like honored guests.

The future Knight King and her brother will forever remember your kindness. They are not people who would take advantage of others; they cannot bear to receive such goodwill from someone like you without doing anything themselves. Therefore, they have decided to repay your kindness.

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