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[Especially Morgan, you finally fulfilled your promise to her, and she's starting to look forward to your wedding.]
[You have activated the legendary decision - The Wedding of Avalon]
News of your impending marriage to Morgan began to spread throughout Britannia, and your vassals and dependents flocked from all over the country, including the Saxon chieftains who had just submitted to you. It was a grand wedding, and those attracted by this occasion were not limited to your own vassals; even Catholic monarchs sent messengers to the scene.
The whole of Britain was bathed in an exceptionally festive and joyful atmosphere. Morgan herself was happier than ever before. The arrival of this long-awaited wedding made her far happier than becoming Queen of Camelot. If there was anyone in this land who was unhappy, it was probably Artoria, and Guinevere, who had long been in love with you but had never been able to win your attention.
Morgan showed great tolerance towards the two unhappy women, inviting them to be her bridesmaids at her wedding and share in the joy. Ultimately, only Guinevere accepted the invitation, while Artoria…
On the eve of the wedding, Artoria, under the pretext of discussing official business, occupied you in the administration office, making no attempt to hide her dissatisfaction with Morgan.
But you don't have a good solution to the problems between these women. The only thing you can do is soothe Artoria's emotions with your body. You can't let go of this woman who has given you her heart, so you have to bear the pressure that these women bring you. This is the heavy burden that a promiscuous man must bear.
Fortunately, your physical condition is excellent enough to handle Artoria, a female dragon in her prime. The two of you stayed in the government office for three days straight, leaving traces of your lovemaking in every corner of the room. So much so that when the guards came to collect the day's documents, they found that the documents seemed to have been soaked in water, but no one would suspect that this was the work of you and Artoria, because the impression you left on outsiders was almost entirely positive.
Morgan knew what you were doing, but this time, unusually, she wasn't angry. She simply instructed the servants to bring you food on time, lest you starve or die of thirst.
Morgan didn't appear before you two until the wedding date was almost upon him, for
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You straighten your disheveled clothes, and with the air of a victor, you casually drag yourself away from Artoria, basking in the extremely disapproving gaze of her sister.
[Your wedding with Morgan arrived as scheduled. On the day of the wedding, revelry filled London. Countless fairies living on the British Isles also quietly entered the city, transforming into human form to offer their blessings to the two of you.]
Amidst the celebrations of mortal kings and nobles and the fairies of Britain, you and Morgan, surrounded by your children and relatives, celebrate the grand wedding presided over by the Pope, which concludes with the exchange of rings. In the final moments of the ceremony, a ray of sunlight shines through the stained glass dome of the grand chapel, illuminating you and Morgan.
[A phantom light ignited around you, like those divinely inspired prophets and saints in religious murals. The Pope stood there, stunned and bewildered, but then, fervor and excitement ignited his emotions, and he announced that your marriage to Morgan was blessed by God.]
[Because you accomplished the legendary decision—the wedding of Avalon—the Catholic God was drawn to you and decided to give you a gift.]
Your clan members gain the trait "Consecrated Blood," and all Catholic characters gain +10 favorability towards your clan.
[Your clan reputation has changed. The current prestige of the Europa family is now: World-renowned. The Europa family gains 1 Clan Heritage Point.]
A faint voice echoes in your ears; you've learned a clue to a religious relic, and you're ready to initiate the decision—to find the Holy Grail.
Quinn's ears were filled with cheers. He looked at his wife in a pure white wedding dress, at the frenzied and excited Pope beside him, and felt the heat emanating from his body. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart. He glanced at the simulator's pop-up window out of the corner of his eye, and the words "Holy Grail" were so eye-catching.
The simulation is nearing its end. The Holy Grail is the final chapter of the "King Arthurian legend." This decision is less a gift and more a death warrant, but... so what?
Quinn knew he had accomplished everything he wanted to do, and now it was time to reap the final rewards and enjoy the joy of a bountiful harvest as a tree-planting farmer.
Vortigern's advice and the end of the mock play were nothing compared to the overwhelming joy he felt now.
Without a trace of sorrow or worry about the future, Quinn cheerfully embraced his wife's waist, basking in the cheers of the crowd. At this moment, he was simply the Emperor of Britannia. Next, he would crush the Roman Emperor, push the empire to its zenith, and then, amidst everyone's blessings, achieve victory in this game.
But before that, he had to enjoy his wife's beauty and love. This was Morgan in her wedding dress, a new skin that FGO players would never release in their entire lives!
No sleep tonight, and don't call me to court tomorrow. Go to Mordred for everything; she's the Crown Princess, the future successor. I've fought my whole life; now it's time to enjoy myself! Keep the music playing, keep the dancing!
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Author's note: PS: I'm almost at my favorite part! In the next scene, Kamui can't hide his tears!
Chapter 77 Get up, let's keep working overtime!
Quinn was awakened by the water stains. When he opened his eyes, he found that the curtains on the bedroom balcony were not drawn. The snow outside was blown into the room by the north wind and landed on his face, melting into water droplets. However, he did not feel any cold. His body had already adapted to the British winter without air conditioning or heating. Moreover, the warm embrace beside him provided him with warmth.
He glanced sideways at Morgan, who was still holding him, her cheek resting against his chest. Her face was filled with peace and contentment, and her shallow breathing proved that she was still fast asleep. The colorful marks left by last night's lovemaking were still faintly visible on her body.
Quinn looked at the marks he had left on his wife and unconsciously began to imagine what would happen half an hour later.
He knew she would have to spend a long time showering and cleaning up, and then she would complain about his insolence in barging into her bathroom and acting like a scoundrel towards a helpless woman. He would then pretend to be an impudent thug, enjoying Morgan's charms while she showered.
Sigh, thinking about it this way makes it seem a bit boring. We just did this show a few days ago, so we need to switch to something else.
Since their wedding, these kinds of playful games have become a daily routine for the couple.
Both Quinn and Morgan were particularly fond of this kind of marital drama where the two knew each other inside and out but pretended to be strangers, because it greatly helped to maintain the warmth between them. Just like how Artoria would sometimes deliberately ask Quinn to go to the government office to "handle government affairs" late at night.
Following Morgan and Quinn's marriage, Artoria used similar excuses countless times to meet with Quinn in secret. At first, people thought Artoria really had something going on, but as the number of times increased, the matter naturally could not be kept secret.
The special bond between His Majesty the Emperor and the two heirs of the former princes is no secret among the upper echelons of Britannia.
Anyone who pays even a little attention to the emperor's daily schedule will notice that Quinn's daily routine has essentially evolved into:
[The emperor would wake up with Queen Morgan around nine or ten in the morning, take a short hour to take a bath, and then appear in the court administration office to take a stroll and sign in.]
He would have lunch with his children on time at noon, and then take a nap in the back garden afterward.
Around 2 PM, I rode off with Prince Artoria to a small grove of trees somewhere to hunt and fish, but we never brought any attendants.
Around five or six o'clock in the afternoon, it was rumored that the emperor or a prince would appear at the market on time to buy a pheasant or wild boar from a hunter, or a fish from a fisherman. Afterward, he would take the items to the government office to clock in and check on the daily work of the regent and crown prince.
Dinner was served on time with the royal family. After dinner, he and Queen Morgan enjoyed a private flower viewing session in the back garden until eight or nine o'clock in the evening before returning to their bedroom.
[The bedroom lights are off around 2 or 3 a.m.]
If this schedule were given to the emperor of a major Eastern power, his ministers would surely submit memorials to him, advising him against his past inaction. This is because, compared to Quinn's past actions, Quinn is now far too lazy.
If Quinn was once a model ruler who personally handled everything, then the current Emperor of Britannia is now a semi-lazy person who has neglected national affairs and only cares about enjoying himself. The contrast is enough to make the internal officials of any actual dynasty or empire feel worried.
In reality, however, British comments about the emperor were limited to royal scandals.
Even though Quinn indulged in such debauchery, no one talked about his neglect of state affairs. It was precisely because of this that Quinn dared to maintain his current state and lie in bed fantasizing about the little pleasures to come.
The reason for this situation is quite simple—Quin arranged for Mordred to serve as regent.
Within the empire, those vassals who had participated in the Holy War and witnessed Vortigern's advice saw Quinn's current actions as the cultivation of a crown prince, and a very good one at that, because the Britannian Empire was in a period of development, with the economy and stability rising in various regions.
As long as the empire's situation improves, no one will think that Quinn himself has a problem; they will only feel that the empire's future is promising and that the emperor has a worthy successor. Naturally, no one will dare to say that the emperor has any faults.
However, Quinn himself was aware that the Britons' interest in the royal scandal, or more accurately, the scandal involving Morgan and Artoria, had escalated to a rather dangerous level.
As Artoria's body developed and Merlin's illusionary effects gradually weakened, Artoria...
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The subtle hints that made Ya appear to be of ambiguous gender to outsiders were no longer effective. The public had noticed that the prince always seemed to wear armor when he went out, obscuring his true appearance, while the nobles had realized that he seemed to be a woman.
In the past, people would have made a big deal out of this. Now, in an environment where everyone knows that the emperor and the prince have a close relationship, although no one dares to talk about it openly, they certainly have the guts to discuss it in private.
Royal gossip, such as “A Few Things About the Emperor, Princes and Empresses”, “The Secret Background of the Regent Crown Prince”, and “The Secret History of That Man and a Pair of Siblings,” began to circulate among the bards.
The spread of such remarks was both a good thing and a bad thing for Quinn.
The good thing is that the simulator has repeatedly popped up with "unofficial history" prompts, the content of which is very similar to the previous arguments, all implying that King Arthur rose to power by selling hooks for Quinn himself, and even became addicted to selling hooks, continuing to do so even after Quinn himself became emperor, which even angered the queen.
The difference is that the spread of these "unofficial histories" was originally limited to the British region, but now it has expanded into the scope of "European history." In other words, now almost every European knows that Quinn himself has an overly close relationship with Artoria.
Given this level of dissemination, once the simulation ends and becomes a reality, his story with Artoria will likely become the European version of "homosexual love," enough to be included in a real historical anecdote and recorded in world cultural history—truly famous.
However, that's where the problem lies: the scandal has spread so widely that it has already reached the Pope's ears.
As we all know, although later generations of priests had three good deeds, such as drug addiction and loan sharking, this does not mean that normal Catholic priests in this era were like that. At that time, the Catholic Church was a truly progressive organization, and homosexuality was a real sin that could be reported by the Pope to God for excommunication.
If Quinn hadn't shown signs of having someone else on his head during his wedding, the Pope might already be sending a letter of condemnation and considering disciplinary measures such as excommunication. In fact, the Pope has already written to Quinn several times to inquire about the veracity of the rumors.
Fortunately, Quinn's words carried more weight with the Pope than the rumors circulating among the popes.
Therefore, Quinn simply explained a few things, which was enough to suppress the negative religious feedback. However, after this incident, the Pope himself seemed extremely disgusted with Artoria and Morgan, believing that the siblings were seriously hindering Quinn's "Great Journey," and began to constantly find various reasons to make Quinn read more religious classics.
The thought of the letter the Pope had sent yesterday, inviting him to a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, gave Quinn a headache as he lay in bed, still longing for the warmth of his wife and the comfort of his blankets. Although he wasn't against religion, the idea of actually converting to it was a different story.
Although Quinn has been given special attention by the Catholic God, it doesn't mean he's going to cling to that one God whose true nature he doesn't even know. He hasn't forgotten that his roots are still in the Clock Tower. Compared to joining the church and working with religious fanatics after the simulation, Quinn feels that Director Ken is his eternal home.
What was that saying again? No matter how powerful you are in a game, it's all fake. Quinn thought that was absolutely right; only what you get through simulation is real.
Fortunately, it's almost over.
Once things in the Frankish region are over, everything will be over.
According to the estimate, by the time Aggregate helped the French king conquer the Frankish region, the economic and military strength of the entire Britannian Empire would have reached its peak for that era, and the Roman Emperor's conquest of the Middle East would have been nearly complete.
At that time, the Romans would begin to try to subjugate the Gallic provinces, and France would directly wage war against the Roman Empire. The French king, with the scale of the Frankish Empire and Lower Germania, should be able to fight the Romans to a standstill. Then, he would only need to lead his troops south to subjugate France in one fell swoop, defeat the Romans, and complete the overall unification of the European continent.
When that time comes, Mordred can succeed to the throne, and then he can retire successfully, earning the title of the European version of the greatest emperor of all time, right?
Just as Quinn was thinking this, intending to roll around in bed one more time before getting up, a pop-up window suddenly appeared.
After your grand wedding, you indulged in a life of revelry day and night. Just when you thought you had finally gotten to relax after a lifetime of hard work, your heir encountered a problem she couldn't solve and stormed into your room.
Immediately afterwards, the door was flung open.
With dark circles under her eyes, Mordred, who had been struggling to get even four hours of sleep a night, burst into the room, jumped onto the bed, squeezed between Morgan and Quinn, grabbed Quinn's hand and started shaking it, shouting with extreme joy.
"Father! Wake up! The Romans have invaded France! I don't have to read those documents anymore. We have to raise an army to support our allies, or the Romans will be in Paris soon!"
Chapter 78 Brother, you smell so good. For you, I'd give up France (just kidding).
Mordred brings you the latest news from France: Just as Agravan and the King of France were about to complete their conquest, a Roman army inexplicably appeared in the Iberian Peninsula and began marching from there towards southern France. Lower Germania has also been attacked by the Romans.
[It is said that some people saw giants among the Roman army, their bodies gleaming with strange markings, charging across the battlefield like wild beasts.]
[Clearly, this is a meticulously prepared plan by the Roman Emperor to reclaim lost territory. He can no longer tolerate the continued expansion of Britannia and France's power, and has accelerated the process of reclaiming Gaul. Lucius knows that if he wants to restore Rome's glory, he must crush your alliance with the King of France as quickly as possible, or more precisely, crush France before you can react.]
Therefore, he abandoned his plan to retake the Eastern regions, shifted his strategic focus to France, and committed all his prized legions to the Gallic battlefield. His actions did indeed yield positive results.
[From Mordred, you already know that the French king's army has been decisively defeated by the Romans, and the massive Crusader legions have fallen apart. If it weren't for Agravia and your armored paladins, the French king would probably be dead on the battlefield. The Romans are rushing to Paris at full speed, and in at most a month, the city will fall.]
Your feelings at this moment are hard to describe. You thought the King of France would hold out longer. After all, you had already ceded Lower Germania to him. From a strategic depth perspective, even if the Romans ran themselves ragged, they shouldn't have been able to enter Paris so quickly.
Even tens of thousands of pigs shouldn't last this long!
His Holiness, what exactly are you doing?
Quinn looked terrible. He knew his good days were over. He shoved Mordred's blond head, which had squeezed between him and Morgan, away. "Get out of the way. Go and wake up the Knights of the Round Table. Tell them to go and conscript soldiers throughout Britain!"
“Father, I have already sent them to recruit soldiers.” Mordred did not move, still stuck on the bed, and said with a smile and pride, “I knew you would say that. I have arranged everything. All I need to do is lead us to France to fight the Romans.”
"Then get off me too, and stop staying on my bed." Quinn looked speechlessly at Mordred, who resembled a golden husky, then glanced at him again.
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Dred woke up Morgan, whose eyes already showed some hostility, and immediately slapped his daughter on the forehead, "You're such a grown-up, why do you still want to sleep with your parents?"
Having been slapped on the head, Mordred couldn't stay any longer. She quickly got up and saw her mother's murderous gaze. Realizing that she had displeased her mother, Mordred immediately ran out of the bedroom, afraid that Morgan would catch her and scold her.
Seeing Mordred run away, Morgan, whose sweet dreams had been disturbed, vented all her resentment on Quinn. She flipped over and straddled Quinn, complaining, "Look at the good daughter you raised. She doesn't look like a royal child at all. All she thinks about is going out to war. People who don't know her would probably think she's the child of some hunter."
Morgan's complaints left you speechless. You could only smile and tell her you had to go out again. Morgan simply complained as usual, saying that you were the emperor now, yet you still had to go out in person. But despite her complaints, she didn't hinder your journey. She got up and went to her magic workshop to make some amulets or similar items for you.