"I'm trying to keep my distance from you now that your master is here."
"So, having a master makes you forget your lover... You really are a womanizer." There was a faint trace of sadness in her voice.
That morning, when Arthur saw Scáthach, his eyes had practically remained fixed on her. He hadn't even noticed when Morgan approached him. That was precisely why Morgan became upset and later responded to Arthur with unusual coldness.
Fortunately, Arthur was still worried about Morgan's situation. Otherwise, she really might have caused some trouble.
After all, after putting so much effort into keeping him in Britain, it would have been far too great a loss to have Scáthach take him away in just one night.
"What lover...? You've always been like a mentor to me." The confidence in Arthur's voice visibly weakened as he finished speaking.
"A half-mentor?" Morgan looked up and examined him carefully. "Have you already forgotten those dreams from back then?"
For a long time, Arthur had incredibly strange dreams in which Morgan did all sorts of unusual things with him. Later, it turned out that every one of those dreams had been created by Morgan herself.
Arthur immediately fell silent, unsure how to respond.
How could he forget those memories? Even now, he could still remember every detail from that time.
Morgan le Fay studied the apparently embarrassed young man with a thoughtful gaze. A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Ah... I see So you also have special feelings for your master, and that's why you said I was half your mentor? I understand... I understand"
Then, as if she had just reached a conclusion, she added,
"So that's how you've always thought of me? I really didn't expect you to be even more perverted than I imagined."
Under Morgan's relentless teasing, Arthur's face became increasingly expressionless.
"Since you're fine... then I'll be going." He turned around with a blank expression and started walking toward the door.
Morgan couldn't hold back her smile as she watched Arthur.
He's still just as easy to tease as ever.
Even so, the strategy remained quite effective, although it wasn't exactly right to toy with his feelings like this.
She had maintained such a cold attitude all morning, yet Arthur had come to see her immediately out of concern.
That alone was enough proof that she still held a very special place in his heart.
Of course... that place had probably been shaken by what Scáthach had done the previous night.
In that case...
She needed to reinforce that impression once again.
Morgan crossed her legs and watched Arthur. Despite saying he was leaving, he remained standing there, unable to take another step.
Her smile grew even wider.
So... you're really still worried about me?
Ah, of course...
According to what Nessa had mentioned earlier, perhaps she could use what happened between him and Scáthach the previous night to threaten him, then watch him reluctantly submit out of fear of being exposed, while tears of humiliation filled his eyes...
That sounds rather entertaining.
Although...
That would probably make her popularity plummet.
Morgan watched Arthur take a few steps toward the door. She remained silent for a moment before saying,
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just a little upset because of what happened last night."
Arthur, who was already about to leave, immediately stopped.
"What happened last night?"
Did Morgan find out everything that happened between my master and me?
That doesn't make sense...
If she had really been hiding in that room, how could my master possibly have failed to notice her?
But...
What if she really did see everything?
Just imagining that possibility gave Arthur a terrible headache.
Morgan clearly noticed the concern written all over his face.
Her smile became even more amused.
Although she had no intention of revealing the real reason, nothing prevented her from continuing to tease Arthur.
"Last night..." Morgan gently placed a finger against her lips and tilted her head back, adopting a thoughtful expression. "What happened last night really upset me. Could you sit down and listen while I tell you everything?"
Now that the conversation had reached this point, Arthur simply couldn't leave without finding out what had happened.
He turned around and walked back to the bed.
That was when he saw Morgan lightly pat the empty space beside her, indicating that he should sit down.
"Ah... my shoulders are so sore..."
Morgan slowly stretched, radiating an elegant and captivating laziness, just like a cat.
I have the feeling she's only doing this to tease me...
Arthur complained inwardly as he began gently massaging Morgan's shoulders.
"Morgan... what exactly happened last night that you're talking about?"
After massaging her for a while, Arthur finally couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.
"There's no rush... keep massaging me a little longer."
After saying that, Morgan simply closed her eyes.
She truly seemed to be enjoying the moment, completely ignoring Arthur as she savored the massage in absolute silence.
With no other choice, Arthur patiently continued massaging her shoulders.
After quite some time, Morgan let out a long sigh of satisfaction and opened her eyes, looking at the young man behind her.
"That's enough. You must be tired after massaging my shoulders for so long."
Arthur nodded and withdrew his hands from her shoulders. At that very moment, he noticed the surprised expression on Morgan's face.
"What is it?" Arthur asked.
"In a situation like this, you should answer something like, 'It's an honor to massage Lady Morgan. How could I possibly feel tired?' That's exactly the kind of answer that wins a woman's heart. If you stop immediately just because she tells you to... you're still far too young."
Morgan shook her head with a sigh.
"Never mind. Now turn around. I'll return the favor."
Arthur hesitated for a moment.
"About last night..."
"Turn around first," Morgan interrupted, emphasizing every word.
Arthur had no choice but to obey.
Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, and in the next instant, Arthur felt a sharp twinge of pain.
"So? Doesn't it feel good?"
"It's fine... actually, it feels pretty comfortable," Arthur replied.
"Comfortable?" Morgan stopped for a moment, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
"Or is a simple massage not enough to satisfy you?"
Arthur: "..."
"My... that really doesn't suit you. You hesitated for that long?" Morgan leaned against Arthur's back, studying his face before whispering softly into his ear,
"You can keep dreaming. The fact that I'm giving you a massage at all is already a huge favor."
"Morgan, could you stop teasing me, please?" Arthur sighed from the bottom of his heart.
If this continued, he really would lose control.
This goddess knew a man's weaknesses perfectly... or rather, she knew Arthur better than anyone else.
After all, those four years together had not been in vain.
If she hadn't decided to wait another two years before making her move, Scáthach might already have been calling her "daughter-in-law."
"Very well, very well. Since you're so eager to know what happened to me last night, I'll tell you."
Morgan knew exactly how far she could push her teasing. After playing with him enough, she began speaking in a casual tone.
"Last night, I interrogated a few aliens. When I finished and came back, I was in a bad mood, so naturally my mood worsened... I never used to be bothered by interrogating prisoners. Now I feel like I'm regressing, and that makes me quite sad."
So that's what she meant when she said she wasn't feeling well...
Hearing that, Arthur let out a discreet sigh of relief.
He had truly thought Morgan had seen what happened between him and his master in the bedroom.
But...
Why did he still have the feeling that something was wrong?
Arthur turned his head and looked at Morgan, who was still smiling.
For some reason, he had the impression that she already knew something... she had simply chosen not to mention it.
"Hm? Why are you getting so close?" Morgan deliberately leaned her face toward his and smiled. "Are you thinking about kissing me?"
Arthur silently took half a step back before replying,
"I think that if you don't like interrogating criminals, you could leave that work to someone else. You're a princess. You don't have to deal with that kind of thing personally."
Morgan stared at Arthur for several moments.
Then she let out a bored sigh and looked away.
"Let's wait until this interrogation is over. At the very least, we need to eliminate all these traitors before I can peacefully live as a princess, right?"
As she spoke those words, Morgan radiated such intense killing intent that even Arthur could clearly feel it.
But in the very next instant...
All that coldness vanished.
Morgan immediately returned to her usual calm and composed demeanor, as though nothing had happened.
"No..."
She gently shook her head.
"I don't want to be a princess."
(End of Chapter)