[Comprehensive] Favorability upup

Morgana.

King Arthur's half-sister, but also King Arthur's life and death enemy.

From the beginning, she was committed to fighting against King Arthur. It is said that she was one of the three mysterious women who finally sent King Arthur to Avalon. It is unknown whether she had a hand in King Arthur's death.

Unlike King Arthur, who was slightly famous in the magic world because of his relationship with Merlin, this man himself has left a strong mark in the history of magic. There are even rumors that the war goddess Molly in Celtic mythology Gan and Morgan, the goddess of death who ruled the world of ghosts and gods in Avalon, are both her.

In a word - the big boss of the big boss.

Unlike Merlin, the source of all magic in the rumors, Morgana is the incarnation of evil in any legend. In the magic world, she basically ranks alongside You-Know-Who as a bedtime horror story, and is even better.

Although she kept muttering in her heart that science should not be superstitious, Qingliu still felt that her voice was trembling when this gorgeous girl came up.

Morgana felt a little baffled.

"...What would you like to drink?" Qingliu tried her best to calm down, but her voice was still a little stiff.

"Black tea, thank you." Morgana smiled at her.

"...Excuse me, is fruit tea okay? I only have this here." Qingliu asked dryly.

Morgana:  …

Qingliu: ...

"...Yes." After a long silence, Morgana nodded reservedly.

Silently brewing two cups of orange tea and returning, Qingliu sat down opposite Morgana, and finally realized that her inscrutable persona seems to have [crossed out] a little bit broken.

She coughed lightly and regained her composure: "What do you want to see me for? Your Highness Morgana."

Proud, cold, and superior.

Full marks.

Morgana didn't seem to suspect anything. Before she came, Arthur gave her a popular science about the magician's impermanent temper, and she was already mentally prepared.Now Qingliu's attitude has changed suddenly, but it is still within the tolerance range.

"I..." She pondered for a while, and under Qingliu's silent gaze, she finally mustered up her courage, "I think... I have magic power."

Snapped.

The cup in his hand fell to the ground, Qingliu met Morgana's surprised gaze, paused for a moment, froze his face, froze his voice, and said very indifferently: "Use your magic power to make the tea float stand up."

Hard, rather, unkind.

Cold, ruthless, vexatious.

Morgana looked a little bewildered.

After the death of his wife, Uther hated all things magic so much that he didn't even allow it to appear in Camelot.It is conceivable how panicked Morgana was when she discovered that she had magical powers. She dared not tell anyone until Uther died.

A few days ago, when she was in agitated mood, she accidentally let the things around her float for a moment, but it happened to be seen by Arthur.After being slightly surprised, the new king of Camelot comforted her with a gentle voice, and recommended her to come here and talk to the magician who lived here.

Although Arthur said before coming that there was no guarantee that the magician would agree to see her, Morgana still rushed over early in the morning, but she did not expect that the magician was such a young girl.

Very young, but his eyes are cold and old.

"Why, can't it be done?"

The girl-like magician asked, without any superfluous expression on his face, as indifferent as a hard block of ice.Even the tone of her speech was devoid of emotion, like a straight line without ups and downs, full of inhumanity.

It was almost as if... Morgana would drive her away immediately if she said she couldn't do it.

"……Do not."

Biting her rosy lips tightly, Morgana spoke firmly.She turned her gaze to the pool of tea, some of the light-colored orange tea had seeped into the ground, and the cup was still spilled there, already broken into pieces.

As long as water... If you accidentally pick up the soil and the cup fragments, it will not work.

Thinking a little anxiously, Morgana focused her attention. She hadn't studied any orthodox magic-related content, and she was groping all by herself.

Under her gaze, the pool of tea slowly floated up bit by bit, and a few fragments of the cup trembled, but they remained still in the end.

Qingliu stopped.

Stickless and silent magic, only relying on everyone's groping, the control is still so fine.

She couldn't help but gasp in her heart, thinking that this is the talent of the Great Demon King?Turning her eyes to Morgana, Qingliu found that the other party seemed to be still worried. She thought for a moment about the possible situation after the big devil found out that she had been deceived in the future, and she strengthened her belief.

——Accepting apprentices is impossible, even in this lifetime.

Definitely.

"...You did a good job." After a moment of silence, the magician softened his tone slightly, but still said coldly, "I have nothing to teach you, go back."

Morgana looked at her and bit her lip.

"But you can come here to find me in the future." Seeing the cold light in His Highness's eyes, Qingliu was so frightened that he quickly changed his words, fearing that the other party would go mad in an instant, "If I were here."

"I see." Morgana smiled, "Thank you."

You're welcome, you're welcome, just don't scare me from now on... Qingliu was crying inwardly.

Morgana came here more frequently than Arturia, and basically stayed here all day long, and didn't go back until night.Artoria knew she was staying here, so she wasn't too anxious. Now that she has just become king, she has a lot of things to be busy with. Morgana is more at ease with Qingliu than staying at any other place.

Start in every sense.

Although King Arthur said he would come over when he was free, Qing Liu knew that it was unlikely that the other party would be free.Once the domestic opponents are settled, the battle will begin, and until the end, there probably won't be much free time.

Having said that, Morgana was very kind and respectful to Qingliu, and called her teacher seriously.Goosebumps all over Qingliu's body when she heard it, but no matter how much she tried to make the other party change her words, Morgana refused to listen. The only thing she gained was that she knew that this princess was very good at making desserts.

Fat too quickly, Qingliu was biting Shu Fulei a bit distressed.

The king cannot come here often, but the knights can.They would come here to sit down when it was their turn to rest, and would occasionally talk to Qingliu about the affairs of the court. Qingliu listened with a sullen face and was confused, but Morgana could pick up the conversation naturally.

The melancholy days passed day by day, and after finishing the affairs of Camelot, King Arthur began to lead his army to march.Generally speaking, it starts with the enemy country coming to provoke, and the end result is that Camelot adds another piece of territory, large or small.

Qingliu would go along sometimes, but I don't know if it was bad luck, every time she went, something would happen to King Arthur.Either being assassinated by people from the enemy country, or being cursed by a magician, she always has to deal with it in a hurry.

"What kind of mess is this really..." Qingliu muttered as he picked up the potion, lit the crucible casually, picked up a knife and began to process the medicinal materials.

Morgana was tidying the gauze next to her, and she only vaguely heard Qingliu complaining in a low voice, so she raised her head and smiled at her: "... Teacher really cares about Arthur."

That's why Arthur would go to the battlefield with him every time something happened.

Obviously, he hates leaving the tower so much, but because of Arthur, he can violate his principles again and again.The teacher really, really dotes on... this new king.

Qingliu: "..."

Not understanding why the topic turned here, Qingliu felt that something terrible might happen if it continued, Qingliu threw the knife in his hand: "I'm going to see Arthur... you are looking at the potion here."

"Yes, teacher." Morgana nodded.

... Please change your name.

The teacher would tremble every time he was called, Qingliu walked out silently, turned right and entered Artoria's tent.She can no longer be called a teenager—a teenager, leaning on the bed weakly, still discussing the war with Lancelot, a large piece of gauze stained red by blood was wrapped around her arm, and silk Wisps of black air.

"Lancelot." Qingliu raised her voice, attracted the attention of the two, and said with a blank expression, "You go out first."

"Yes." Lancelot hesitated, but nodded.

After Lancelot left, the tent suddenly fell silent. Qingliu pursed her lips and looked at Arturia without saying a word. She didn't lift her foot to walk over until the other party's resolute eyes flickered to avoid her.

"How do you feel?" Qingliu walked over and stroked her hair.

"It's not bad." Arturia moved her arms, "I don't feel anything."

"If you feel it, you will die." Qingliu said coldly.

"..."

Artoria felt a little wronged.

Under Qingliu's calm gaze, the delicate and handsome boy's disguise melted like water, revealing the girl's originally beautiful face, and her paleness and weakness were instantly revealed.

Qingliu sighed.

She pinched Artoria's cheek, "You...is war so fun?"

"It's not a game." Artoria held her hand and replied very seriously, "This is a responsibility. As a king, I want to bring happiness to my people."

Qingliu was dumbfounded.

"I know another king. He has completely different ideas from yours." She said softly, showing nostalgic and sad eyes, "If the two of you meet, you will probably quarrel."

Arturia looked at her.

"Okay, I'll talk to you about these things next time." Qingliu rubbed the dull hair on her head again, "Now help you heal your injury." She smiled, "My king."