N-A-A Chapter 75 The Aftertaste of the Flower Magician
Chapter 75 The Aftertaste of the Flower Magician
The afterglow of the sunset in Camelot Hall had not yet faded, but the undercurrents of the banquet had already left a deep mark on everyone's hearts.
That was the most thrilling reunion the Knights of the Round Table had ever experienced.
Arthur sat in the head seat and briefly introduced Ayaka and Ayaka to Bedivere, Gawain, and other knights.
He concealed the fact that Aika was "connected to the source," referring to her only as "a companion met in another world." However, the knights' intuition had already sounded the alarm.
Gawain could sense that within Ayaka's seemingly slender body lay a terrifying mass capable of reshaping the world, while Bedivere was more focused on something else...
The atmosphere around the king had been completely reduced to scorched earth.
Morgan's cold laugh, Guinevere's dignified yet resolute gaze, and Aegean's sweet smile that always lingered on her lips but never reached her eyes.
The three elements intertwine to form an invisible force field.
The Knights of the Round Table all lowered their heads, focused on the venison before them, fearing that a single glance might ignite the powder keg of this hellish scene that could burn Camelot to ashes.
The dinner ended in a suffocatingly restrained manner.
Late at night, Arthur stood on the balcony of his bedchamber.
Moonlight spilled onto the streets of Camelot, and the lights that gradually went out symbolized the peace of Britain.
Looking at this scene, Arthur's heart, which was slightly tired from crossing the star orbit, finally calmed down.
"The order here remains unchanged, and even when I am not here, Morgan and the Knights of the Round Table can keep it running smoothly."
Compared to the duties of a king, perhaps the more challenging expedition is figuring out how to balance "them".
To his surprise, he had assumed that Ai Ge would pester him as usual tonight, and he had even prepared himself for her "night raid".
But even now, the corridor remains quiet.
"It seems she has found her own interests in this era." Arthur smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk into the dormitory.
Lights out.
Not long after Arthur closed his eyes and sank into the soft bed, an overly fresh scent of white flowers unexpectedly filled the enclosed space.
Arthur suddenly opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils gleaming in the darkness.
A figure had appeared beside the bed without anyone noticing.
Mary was leaning against the bedpost, her face still bearing that signature half-serious, half-fake smile.
But deep within those dreamlike eyes, emotions darker than mist throbbed.
"Oh dear, my king, it hurts me to see such a wary expression at a time like this."
With a casual wave of her hand, an absolute barrier constructed of cherry blossom petals silently spread out, completely separating the bedroom from the real world.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her dreamlike long hair shimmering with a mesmerizing light in the darkness.
Arthur sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with an unprecedented awkwardness because of Aige. "Merry...it's late at night."
"I know, it's precisely because it's late at night that it's the time for 'Nightmare'," Mary whispered in Arthur's ear.
"I saw it. In that world, you and that little girl shared a bed."
Although nothing was done, for the innocent king, this was already a huge "breakthrough," wasn't it?
She giggled, a sly, mischievous glint in her eyes:
"Since the first hurdle has already been crossed to the brink of failure..."
"Then, rather than leaving it to that dangerous princess, let me, your older sister, teach you what true 'human love' really is."
"Are you going to reject me?" Mary leaned down, her hair falling onto Arthur's chest, her tone flippant yet carrying an undeniable air of aggression.
"Your Majesty, do you think that if I do this, won't that princess who claims to be your only one go mad with anger?"
She extended her fingertip and provocatively traced it across Arthur's chin, her smile brimming with a wicked, manic charm.
"It's funny to think about how frustrated she was, but couldn't find us, isn't it?"
For Arthur, who wields the Star Sword and has slain countless demonic beasts, the current situation is even more troublesome than facing Vortigern.
This was indeed his first time.
Throughout Britain's history, he sacrificed his soul to the nation, and his body served as a weapon to protect its territory.
He never imagined that this stirring called "desire" would ignite the dragon's furnace within him like a roaring fire dragon.
When Merry removed her ethereal veil, and the warm touch touched his skin, Arthur's breathing became completely disordered.
His skin had an unnatural flush, and his muscles were taut like a bow about to be fully drawn due to extreme tension and inexperience.
Sensing the intense emotional fluctuations, the Dragon's Furnace within his body began pumping magic wildly, radiating scalding heat from his spine to his fingertips.
That wasn't ordinary body temperature; it was life energy belonging to the Star Pioneers, powerful enough to distort the surrounding air.
"Arthur, relax." Mary felt the intense heat, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "You're like a volcano about to erupt..."
"...Don't speak, Meryl."
Arthur's voice was terribly hoarse. He awkwardly reached out and grabbed Mary's shoulder, his emerald green eyes filled with earnest stubbornness.
"If this is the kind of 'teaching' you want, then... be prepared to bear the consequences."
Within the confined space isolated by the barrier, all reason was consumed by the fragrance of flowers.
Arthur was not an indecisive man. Faced with Meryl's almost provocative demands, he displayed the astonishing willpower and physical strength befitting the King of Britain.
Before that body capable of bearing the trajectory of stars, any form of attack is like crashing into an eternal reef.
Two hours passed.
Four hours passed.
Mary, who had initially held the initiative, began to breathe rapidly and erratically. She had underestimated the resilience and endurance beneath Arthur's gentle exterior.
"Arthur... wait, please stop..."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Mary's forehead, and her previously teasing expression had completely crumbled.
She trembled slightly under the impact of that domineering magic, and the mischievousness in her eyes was finally replaced by pleading, "Please... I was wrong, really..."
Mary initially took the lead with the mindset of "training the innocent junior".
She enjoyed Arthur's awkwardness and the thrill of watching him blush as she whispered those taboo words in his ear.
But she miscalculated one thing: Arthur was the red dragon of Britain.
As the process progresses, Arthur's astonishing learning ability and innate physical strength begin to take over.
"Wait, wait a minute, Arthur..." Mary's laughter turned into intermittent exclamations, "This frequency of magic... it's too unfair..."
"Merry, didn't you say... you'd teach me?" Arthur had shed his initial shyness, replaced by determination.
His breathing was rapid, and every movement carried a dragon-like oppressive force. "Why is your heart beating faster than mine?"
"That's because... your stamina is inexhaustible, you idiot!"
Meryl's face was flushed, and her previous ease and confidence were completely gone. As a half-dream demon, she should have been the one absorbing the essence.
But faced with Arthur's perpetual motion-like dragon heart, she found herself becoming the one whose magic was almost overflowing.
"Arthur...stop...I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
boom--!
Just as Meryl was nearly exhausted, the once indestructible flower barrier shattered instantly, as if it had been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.
The bedroom door was forcibly flung open by a violent magical force.
Saya Aika stood at the doorway, still wearing that exquisite dress, but the magic surrounding her had shaken the stone walls around her, causing fine cracks to appear.
"Originally... I was only going to give His Highness some private space because those two women, Morgan and Guinevere, were trying so hard to keep me occupied."
Aige raised her head, and her eyes, connected to the source, gleamed with a chilling, eerie light in the darkness.
She sniffed the lingering, sweet scent of nightmares in the air, and a cruel smile curved her lips.
"As a result, the bedroom was filled with this disgusting, rotten floral scent."
Looking at the messy scene on the bed and the disheveled Mary kneeling beside Arthur, Aika's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.
"You succubus who only knows how to steal other people's treasures... Have you thought about how you're going to disappear from this world?"
Arthur pulled the sheet over his shoulder, feeling the cold sweat on his back. For the first time, he felt that fighting the cataclysmic disaster seemed much easier than his current predicament.