I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Morgan left happily with Gawain.

Altria watched Morgan go away, and then he looked at Shirou hesitantly, and said, "Wang--, I--, should I go to the ball too?"

"Of course. Don't make Morgan suspicious." Shi Lang said.

"But... but I'm a knight, I will be ashamed of you." Altria's face was troubled.

"Communication is also a part of the king." Shi Lang said.

"Yes...Is that so...I, I understand."

Altria looked troubled, but nodded.

...

Morgan left leisurely, Lianbu light, noble and elegant, with a calm smile on his face, fully showing the aristocratic temperament.

"Did I just say something wrong, Gawain," she asked in a low voice.

"Except for forgot to invite Lord Altria, everything is fine, mother." Gao Wen said.

"That's good..." After hesitating for a while, Morgan asked again: "Is there anything rude to me just now, Gawain."

"Except for the untimely indifference to Your Excellency Altria, everything else is fine, mother." Gao Wen said.

"In other words, I have a very good manner and demeanor to my dear brother, right?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, but please pay attention to your sister." Gao Wen persuaded.

Morgan glared at him instead, and said, "You should pay attention to my sister! Don't let her be a knight in a whimsical way!"

Gawain smiled awkwardly.

Morgan returned to the carriage, and with the help of Gahris, entered the carriage.

As soon as she entered the carriage, she snapped her fingers, and the illusion on her body was immediately relieved.

The elegant smile disappeared, and the bright temperament disappeared. Instead, it was a dark, uncomfortable breath.

After the illusion was lifted, the bright yellow dress on Morgan's body was gone, replaced by a dark blue and black magic dress.

Morgan sat backward, and there was nothing behind her, but when she was about to sit down, mithril liquid poured out on the ground, forming a mithril throne and let her sit on it.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at the trembling girl who was squatting on the side, her eyes were full of coldness and aggression, her shallow lips were pursed slightly, and she said, "Gareth, you--, what do you want to tell me? Right?"

Gareth shivered, plucked up his courage, gritted his teeth, "Mother...Mother...I..."

"Huh-!?"

Morgan stared at her, tapping the mithril armrest with his slender fingers.

"Da, da"

The sound of percussion hit Gareth's heart like a hammer.

For an instant.

She has no courage.

"No...nothing." Gareth lowered his head.

"This is a good boy." Morgan laughed.

...

Although he encountered Morgan, this was indeed an accident, but Shiro was a very planned person, and he still followed his own process and walked towards the barracks.

But because I met Altria on the way, this time, Altria went with him.

"Yo! Yule, how did the injury heal last time?"

"Huh? Denas, your new dress is not bad, it fits well!"

"Would you like me to eat this barbecue, Asa? Okay! Thanks! By the way, there are still some apples in my room that I can't finish. I will bring them to you next time."

...

Walking through the barracks, Shi Lang greeted the small captains he already knew, and those small captains also greeted him with a smile on his face.

Because of his unruly heart, Shi Lang deliberately stationed the armies of the various kingdoms together when occupying the position of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, just to prevent contradictions, so there were various divisions.

It is precisely because of this that it is very convenient for him to recognize the names and people of the officers in the army.

Originally Shirou thought that his thoughts would be seen through, but now, no one has seen his thoughts through.

It went so well!

Altria held the sword in the stone and followed Shirou.

She watched this scene with a yearning for it. She thinks that the ideal king should be like this, and she responds to everything, but she, absolutely can't do this, the ending in the dream world is still her psychological shadow.

Shiro was cruising the barracks, but at this time, Bedwell found him.

"What's the matter, Sir Bedwell?" Shiro asked curiously while looking at Bedwell who was hurriedly looking for him.

Bedwell did not answer yet, but an older young man behind him asked first: "You--, is it Arthur?"

Shirou looked at him and asked, "Are you—?"

Bedwell introduced: "This is my brother Sir Lucan, Lord Arthur."

Shi Lang suddenly said, "You are Sir Lucan!"

Shiro knew Lucan. Lucan is Bedwell’s elder brother and one of the Knights of the Round Table, but he is not ranked in the 12 Knights of the Round Table like Bedwell, but an ordinary Knight of the Round Table.

In fact, the Knights of the Round Table does not refer to the twelve knights including Lancelot. There are a total of 150 Knights of the Round Table, all of whom are King Arthur's closest subordinates. They come from different countries, classes, and even beliefs.

From a certain point of view, the round table conference is actually a very abnormal form of democratic centralism.

All knights of the round table are equal to each other and partners. However, in disputes, they will support their admired knights to form factions and attack each other.

The twelve knights of the round table headed by Lancelot are the most prestigious knights of the round table, the most admired by the knights, and the strongest knights of the round table.

Lucan is one of the knights of the round table, but also the royal chef of King Arthur, the butler of sommeliers, and the royal butler who manages the royal court with Kai and Bedwell. In the Battle of Camran, he died one step before Bedwell, so in the end only Bedwell alone escorted Altria to Avalon.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Sir Lucan?" Shirou asked.

"I am here to take you to Camelot on the order of Sir Julfès, Lord Arthur." Lucan said respectfully.