The sudden confession disrupted Guinevere’s thoughts.
Those azure eyes were now filled with surprise and bewilderment.
She looked down at Artoria, who was still kneeling before her, and saw the blonde, green-eyed girl with a serious and earnest expression.
Those forest-like eyes were clear and bright, like green gemstones washed by the clearest lake water in the world.
That is really cheating…
If anyone were stared at by this person with those eyes, they would surely forgive her.
“…
You should get up first.”
Guinevere sighed, then reached out to pull Artoria up.
This time it went very smoothly; Artoria obediently stood up following her guidance.
Standing by the bedside, she stiffened slightly in constraint.
If someone unaware of the situation saw her like this, they might think she was about to draw her sword and rush to the battlefield to kill enemies in the next second.
Guinevere walked to Artoria’s side and carefully examined her—her slightly thin chin, the elegant curve of her neck, and her fair, jade-like profile.
Despite having such a slender frame, her back was straight and her posture graceful, possessing a dignified and holy beauty like a pine tree.
Is this the real King Arthur?
It is ridiculous.
With such an obvious female appearance, why hadn’t she noticed before?
Guinevere smiled self-deprecatingly, withdrew her gaze, walked slowly to a chair in the room, and sat down after lifting the hem of her dress.
“Artoria…
that name sounds very suitable for you.”
Guinevere said this, paused for a moment, and after a while continued, “Then how should I address you from now on?”
Her gaze was still somewhat bewildered, but her emotions had returned to calm.
“As long as you are willing, you can call me Arthur or Al.”
Then I will call you Al, it is more intimate after all.”
Artoria froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously, her eyes revealing irrepressible joy.
Perhaps she hadn’t expected the girl to be willing to call her so intimately after learning she had been deceived; Artoria felt both bewildered and pleasantly surprised.
What exactly is Guinevere thinking?
Doesn’t she resent me?
The development of events was really beyond Artoria’s expectations, which left her feeling extremely puzzled, having already prepared herself to be scolded or beaten by Guinevere without fighting back.
However, although she didn’t understand what kind of change had just occurred in the girl’s heart, this was definitely a good thing.
She heard the girl continue: “I originally intended to call you Lily, but that name is just too feminine.”
Speaking of this, Guinevere paused and sighed helplessly.
“You have a male identity outside; as your wife, I have an obligation to help you avoid any risks of exposure.”
Wife?!
Artoria grasped the main point.
Hearing Guinevere actually refer to herself as her wife, she looked up toward the girl in disbelief.
She eagerly wanted to step forward and ask, but was afraid her actions would be abrupt to the beauty.
If Guinevere, who had finally softened her attitude, felt repulsed by her approach, it would be a loss that outweighed the gain.
Thus, on the outside, it became Artoria eagerly stepping forward two steps, then suddenly stopping as if hit by a pause button.
That appearance was truly somewhat comical, so Guinevere couldn’t help but purse her lips and reveal a shallow smile.
The incredibly beautiful girl had skin like snow, and her curved eyebrows, like a pool of clear water, magically smoothed out Artoria’s restless mood.
“Are you…
no longer angry with me?”
The voice was incredibly gentle; Artoria was acting as cautious as if she were treating a small bird that would fly away at the slightest disturbance.
“…” Guinevere turned her head and carefully examined her.
The girl’s eyes were very quiet; the azure irises were like transparent glass, stunningly beautiful and pure.
This look caused Artoria, who had just felt a glimmer of hope, to become dejected again.
She lowered her head in frustration, looking like a big dog rejected by its owner, even the ahoge on top of her head drooping accordingly, no longer standing upright as before.
…
Clearly I am the victim, why does it feel like I am the one bullying someone now?
Although she was speechless in her heart, Guinevere ultimately softened toward Artoria.
“I am indeed still a little angry.”
“…
I am very sorry.”
Hearing that Guinevere was still angry with her, the blonde girl couldn’t help but press her lips together, her expression becoming increasingly tense and stiff.
“However…
although I am still angry, I will still help you hide your identity, and I will also fulfill my obligations as Queen.”
Uh…?!
Artoria seemed to have heard something shocking; she slowly raised her head, her face full of confusion and bewilderment.
“Why?
Guinevere.”
Artoria asked in confusion, “Why would you choose to help me?”
Although it was good to have Guinevere’s willing help, this was just too strange, wasn’t it?
The deceived girl, in turn, actively wanted to help the deceiver hide her identity; this development was truly bewildering.
Had she really accepted this cruel fact so easily?