The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Ramorok bowed to salute, then stepped back, but before stepping back, he gave me a "careful" look.

I nodded slightly to show that I knew—in fact, I was confident in my strength.

After all, in this world, it is rare for ordinary people like Lancelot to be strong.

Even if this Agolang is blessed by the Holy Power of the Christian Church, I don't think he will get any benefit from me.

Because the fact that Jesus Christ as a religious belief belongs to Alaya’s side of belief in God, from the perspective of power, I am actually on the same level with him.

All in all, we are now responding to changes without change.

I want to see what the hell is this Agulang doing!

——You are really arrogant.

You must have conceited capital, right?

——This is true.So you continue...

So you can watch the show?

——Ah, you really know me.

Know your size, bastard!

After Ramolok retreated, I looked at Agulang again: "So now, can I say it? What is it that will involve the church that has always been out of the way."

"It's actually really simple."

Agulang stood up suddenly, showing a weird smile, fixedly looking at me, "There are some things that require your assistance from your Royal Highness. That's about the future of King Arthur..."

"You...huh?!"

Because of his sudden change of attitude, even though he was thinking "as expected" in his heart, I quickly found out what was wrong.

In the air, I don't know when there is a faint sweet fragrance.

"Already played. Dear Miss Guinevere..."

It seemed that I was pleased by the action of covering my nose and mouth in a hurry. A cyan pattern of opened eyes appeared on Agulang's forehead, and his voice began to change.

That is a voice I should be familiar with.

"... Morgan?!"

Even though I held my breath, I had already inhaled a lot of scent before unconsciously, trying my best to keep my consciousness clear, "Why are you..."

Damn it, because Morgan has been quietly guarding herself during this time, I thought she had reached an agreement with Merlin so I didn't pay much attention.

Unexpectedly, she would choose to attack at this time!

Too careless!

Life in Camelot during this period was so easy, even the basic vigilance was lost.

If someone knows it, it will definitely be laughed to death.

——In fact, I really want to laugh at you now.

You shut up, bastard!Why are you still in the mood to complain to me at this critical time!

——Anyway, there won’t be any major events...

This is not a big deal?What is the structure of your brain circuit!

——Aren’t you just complaining that Altria was always messing with you?This time is just a vacation time!

Uh... not suitable, right?

——Occasionally throw some mess up for others to clean up, right?I think everyone has the right to be willful.

...

——And, you have been trapped in Camelot for nearly a year, right?Do you really don't want to go out to breathe?

This one……

Well, I admit that I had a heartbeat for a moment.

——So I, Lancelot will definitely catch up anyway.Just play the "princess" who needs the "knight" to save.

To be honest, although what you said seems to be for my sake...

——I was thinking of you. It's sad to doubt me so much.

But why do I think you might want to watch a movie higher?

——……

...

——This, you worry too much.

You deny what happened to the suspicious pause before!

Seeing the contented expression on Agulang's face that seemed to be controlled by Morgan using the "soul magic", I hesitated for a while, but let my body fall forward and pretended to be unconscious.

Let's first see what Morgan is planning to play.

What I trust, everyone in Camelot, don't let me down...

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When I woke up, I found myself in a pretty...well, a very feminine room.

The beautiful rose-purple decoration and the lace which should be considered quite expensive decorate every corner of the room.

Lovely and exquisite furnishings can be seen everywhere. Hand-made plush toys and knitwear make the space of the whole room look dazzling, and there is a warm and sweet feeling everywhere.

Looking at this room, I thought of my bedroom that can be described as a "library". Apart from the most basic furnishings, there are only large stacks of files and books. I couldn't help dripping from the back of my head. A drop of sweat...

With that said, as a woman, I really seem to have failed.

——Did you discover this?

You don’t speak, no one treats you as dumb. Thank you!

——To become angry?