” Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight lazily crawled onto the windowsill of the master bedroom in the Fairy Palace.
The air was filled with a faint scent of roses.
Arthur slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was the heavy, warm, and soft sensation in his arms.
This was different from before.
Although he could touch Morgan before, it was a spirit body made of magic, and her body temperature was consistently cold.
And now…
“Hmm…” The silver-haired beauty in his arms let out a dream murmur like a kitten.
She subconsciously burrowed deeper into Arthur’s arms, her warm breath hitting his chest, her delicate skin pressed tightly against his, transmitting a clear and powerful heartbeat.
That was the rhythm of life.
Arthur looked at Morgan in his arms.
The Fairy Queen was completely defenseless at this moment, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed with a healthy glow.
After gaining a physical body last night, she seemed to have developed a great interest in “sleeping”, pestering Arthur until late at night, under the guise of “testing physical functions”, but in reality, it was to experience the ultimate pleasure of being human.
“Good morning, my Queen.” Arthur lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead gently.
Morgan’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened those sapphire-like eyes.
The confusion of waking up lasted only for a moment, immediately followed by that familiar gaze filled with strong possessiveness.
She reached out with her slender arms, hooked them around Arthur’s neck, and said lazily: “…I’m really not used to this.” “Is this what a human body is?
Feeling sleepy, feeling hungry, and also…” Morgan rubbed her legs gently against Arthur under the covers, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her lips: “Being so greedy for body warmth.” “Don’t you like it?” Arthur asked, smiling as he stroked her back.
“No.” Morgan buried her face in the crook of Arthur’s neck and took a deep breath: “As long as this body warmth is yours…
it’s not bad.” “It could even be called…
pure bliss.” Half an hour later, in the first-floor dining room.
When Arthur walked down the stairs holding Morgan’s hand, the sounds of clattering could already be heard from the kitchen.
“Ah!
Saber!
You can’t eat that directly!
That’s lettuce!” “But Irisviel, it looks very crunchy…” “Sakura, help me get the salt over there…
ah, be careful, it’s hot!” The formerly cold and quiet Matou Family residence was now filled with the warmth of life.
Irisviel, wearing an apron, was busy in front of the stove; although she was a bit flustered, her face was overflowing with a happy smile.
Having been stripped of the Holy Grail’s function and protected by Avalon, her current body was even healthier than an ordinary person’s.
Little Sakura was standing on a small stool, diligently helping to wash the vegetables.
And our King Arthur, Artoria…
She was wearing that slightly loose white T-shirt, sitting at the dining table, staring longingly at the bacon in the frying pan, her ahoge swaying rhythmically with the sizzling sound of the oil.
“Good morning, Brother Arthur, Sister Morgan!” Sharp-eyed Sakura was the first to spot the two, waving happily.
“Morning.” Arthur walked over with a smile, habitually ruffled Sakura’s hair, and then looked at the “diner” sitting stiffly at the dining table.
“Saber, did you sleep well last night?” Artoria turned her head, still holding a piece of stolen toast in her mouth, and said indistinctly: “Hmm…
I slept very well!
That mattress was so soft, it was like sleeping on a cloud…
cough, cough!” Realizing her lapse in composure, she hurriedly swallowed the toast and resumed a serious expression: “I mean, proper sleep helps restore energy.” “Hmph, I think you just slept like the dead.” Morgan elegantly pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down, her gaze sweeping over Artoria’s oversized T-shirt, frowning with disdain: “And what are you wearing?
Absolutely no taste.
As a member of my Britain’s royal family, it is improper to dress like a vagrant.” “This is Arthur’s clothing!” Artoria looked down at herself, her face reddening slightly, “Because…
because the armor before was too heavy, and Irisviel said one should dress comfortably at home…” “Comfort does not mean sloppy.” Morgan snapped her fingers.
A faint blue glimmer of magic flashed.
A thick fashion magazine appeared out of thin air in front of Artoria.
“This afternoon, you are coming out with me.” Morgan commanded in an unquestionable tone, “I will personally select casual clothes suitable for you.
Since you are now freeloading in my home, you must meet the aesthetic standards of my ‘Fairy Palace’.” “Eh?
Morgan, you want to take me shopping for clothes?” Artoria was stunned.
She had expected Morgan to take the opportunity to kick her out, but to her surprise…
“Don’t misunderstand.” Morgan turned her head away, picked up the black tea Irisviel had just poured, and hid the slight twitch of her lips: “I just don’t want the neighbors to think our family abuses mentally challenged children.” “Pfft…” Arthur, who was drinking water, almost spat it out.
Mentally challenged children…
only Morgan would dare to say that about King Arthur.
“Alright, alright, everyone, let’s eat.” Irisviel walked over with a platter of hearty breakfast, gently smoothing things over, “Today is the first day of celebrating our new life, so I specifically made German-style sausages and pancakes.” “Wow!
It looks so delicious!” Artoria’s eyes instantly turned into stars, and all her grievances vanished in the face of delicious food.
The afternoon sun was warm and pleasant.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”