boyutpedia Chapter 77 Camelot's Breakfast
Chapter 77 Camelot's Breakfast
As dawn broke, the white stone corridors of Camelot were bathed in a pale golden glow.
When Arthur stepped out of his bedchamber, his body, tempered by the Dragon's Heart, remained upright.
But the lingering weariness between his brows betrayed that he had gone through an "expedition" last night that was even more arduous than the battle against the White Dragon.
Good morning, my overworked brother.
A deep, cold voice echoed from the corner of the corridor.
Morgan had been standing there for who knows how long. She was wearing a dark purple dress, holding a wand, and her eyes were as sharp as a hawk surveying its territory.
She walked slowly toward Arthur, and as they passed each other, Morgan's nose twitched slightly, followed by a mocking sneer.
"A disgusting taste."
Morgan tapped the ground lightly with her wand, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet corridor.
"A rotting floral scent belonging to that rutting nightmare, and another..."
It smells like a domineering and twisted "purification" that wants to burn the whole world white.
Arthur, it seems your bedroom was more lively last night than any battlefield in Britain.
"Morgan..." Arthur sighed and pressed his temples, unconsciously pulling up the collar of his shirt.
"That was... an accident."
"An accident?" Morgan leaned in and breathed softly into his ear, but her tone was icy cold.
"Before that Ayaka Sajo completely dismantles you into pieces, I advise you to think about how to survive at that dining table first."
Inside Camelot's restaurant, the bustling morning that should have belonged to the knights was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Kay and Bedivere sat upright, their eyes fixed on the oatmeal in front of them, as if it were some profound magical text.
Sitting at the end of the table, Ayaka Sajou glanced at the people next to Arthur and almost wanted to bury her head in a bread basket.
She could sense that the concentration of ether in the air had risen to a level sufficient to trigger a small explosion due to the confrontation between the women.
Guinevere sat to the side, dressed in a tasteful light blue dress, and gracefully poured Arthur a cup of black tea.
"Did you sleep well last night, Arthur?" Guinevere looked up, her smile impeccably dignified.
But in those deep, lake-like eyes, there flickered a certain scrutiny that belonged to the "official wife".
"It's alright, Guinevere." Arthur took the teacup, his movements slightly stiff.
"Really?" Guinevere's gaze lingered on Arthur's tightly buttoned collar for half a second before she added gently.
"I heard from Melly that when people from other worlds come to Camelot, they experience severe 'rejection reactions' in the early stages and need to replenish 'water' frequently."
Judging from Miss Aige's radiant appearance today, Arthur must have taken good care of her last night, right?
"That's natural."
Sitting on the other side of Arthur, Aika Sajou rested her chin on her hand, her fingertips lightly tapping the table.
Today she wore a pink lace apron and was in such a good mood that she was even humming some otherworldly song.
She casually forked a piece of meat and held it to Arthur's lips, her sweet tone sending chills down the spines of the knights sitting opposite her.
"Because Your Highness has some 'pest' dirt on you, of course I have to clean it off myself, bit by bit, right, Your Highness?"
She emphasized the word "clean up," and her eyes even swept over all the women present in a provocative manner.
In her vision, the magical wavelengths Arthur was emitting at this moment had completely covered her mark.
That absolute possessiveness made her radiate a heart-fluttering blush.
"That's enough, Aigo..."
Arthur gently tried to dissuade him, but just as he was about to lower his head to drink his tea, the edge of his collar caught on the edge due to the excessive movement.
The bright red, not-yet-completely-faded teeth mark was clearly visible, standing out starkly against her moonstone-like skin.
Click~
That was the sound of the silver spoon in Guinevere's hand being snapped in two.
boom!
That was the shockwave from Morgan's overflowing dark magic that cracked the table legs.
"Oh dear, is everyone having breakfast? If you don't call me at a time like this, I'll cry!"
Just a second before the dining table was about to turn into a battlefield, countless flower petals bloomed in the center of the long table.
Meryl appeared out of thin air as a phantom.
Although she maintained that cynical smile.
But upon closer inspection, one can see that the edge of her spiritualization is somewhat unstable, and there is still a trace of lingering fear in her eyes from last night's "protracted battle".
"Merry, how dare you show your face..."
Ai Ge's eyes instantly turned cold, and the source of light had already gathered at her fingertips.
"Wait, wait! I'm here to deliver intelligence!" Mary waved her hands dramatically, her expression quickly turning serious.
"Arthur, because the magic of the three of us surged violently in the center of Camelot last night, the 'Primal Spirit Tomb' in southern Britain resonated with it and was forcibly awakened."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the phrase "three people" in Mei Li's words sounded particularly strong.
However, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief; this sudden crisis was like a savior from heaven for him.
"The spirit tomb has been awakened? Is the situation serious?" He immediately put down his cutlery and adopted the majesty of a king.
"It's very serious. A large number of Shadow Servants with 'mysterious characteristics' have poured out. If left unchecked, they will storm Camelot's village tonight."
Mary wiped away a non-existent bead of cold sweat. "So, my king, you must go to war immediately."
"I'll go too."
Morgan, Guinevere, and Ayrton spoke almost simultaneously.
Morgan chuckled coldly as he stroked his staff: "That's Pendragon family territory; I have an obligation to oversee it."
Guinevere gripped the sword at her waist: "As Arthur's future queen, I cannot let the people of Britain face fear alone."
Aige then grabbed Arthur's arm, her tone firm:
"Queen? Hmph! Wherever the prince goes, I will go. Besides... those Shadow Servants can be used to help me 'digest'."
Arthur looked at the three women before him, each with their own agenda, yet at this moment they seemed incomprehensibly powerful.
He turned to look at Ayaka, who had already begun to make the sign of the cross in prayer, and let out a long sigh.
"Alright, everyone get ready, let's go immediately."
At this moment, Arthur Pendragon felt deeply that perhaps this journey was the real hell compared to facing the entire haunted tomb of the dead.