A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

 

The words were spoken with the dignity of a knight.

 

Morgana wondered who Arthur had learned from.

 

Arthur glanced at her, his shoulders tense with nervousness.

 

As if sensing her gaze, Sir Ector spoke cautiously.

 “Arthur…” 

His expression hardened for a moment as he glanced at Morgana.

 

She pretended not to hear him and quickly leaned toward the herbal bottles on the table.

 “Oh, I’ll have to put those bottles away. I left them all over the place, sorry!” 

As she diligently swept the bottles into a sack, Sir Ector quickly changed his tone.

 “Arthur. What is the meaning of gratitude, as I have taught you?” “Ah.” 

He quickly bowed to Morgana, as if realizing he’d been quite nervous.

 “Thank you, my lady.” 

It was not a greeting with flowery words.

 

But judging by the tremor in Arthur’s hand as he clasped Sir Ector’s, the otherwise stoic man must have been trembling as well.

 

Morgana laughed wryly and said,

“I’ll stop by every day to see how things are going, so don’t worry too much.”  “No, she’s nowhere to be found?” 

The Duke of Fay has been walking on thin ice lately.

 

Ever since Morgana’s disappearance, he’d been on edge.

 

The servants of the Fay family, who were normally prone to sharp reactions, had become more cautious.

 

At the Duke of Fay’s rant, one of the servants shuddered and spoke.

 “I’ve already sent someone to search all of Avalon for her, but she seems to be nowhere to be seen…” “There’s nowhere for her to go!” 

He leaned back against the couch harshly.

 

If Kellive had told him to bring her before him, he had to get her somehow.

 

There wasn’t much time. Rumors were already circulating in Avalon that the Duke of Fay had tried to deceive the King with lies.

 

Fortunately, some had seen the effects of the tea leaves, but they were inconclusive.

 

Even so, it was a temporary silence that would soon be broken when the tea leaves could no longer be produced.

 

Duke Fay glared at the servant who stood before him with a frown.

 

The servant hesitated and then stammered.

 “Well, this is just an assumption, but…” “Tell me.” “I wonder if perhaps she is not in Avalon…” 

Avalon was practically entirely within the Duke of Fay’s reach. If they couldn’t find a single strand of Morgana’s hair in such a place, they certainly wouldn’t be wrong.

 

‘Where else could she be?’

 

Suddenly, it dawned on him that Morgana was born and raised in Britain.

 

And her mother was also buried in a river in Britain. She’d have money, and she’d be more likely to go to a familiar place.

 “Yes… that could be possible.” 

She couldn’t have disappeared from Avalon like this otherwise.

 

Duke Fay cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the couch.

 “Send someone to Britain.” “B— Britain? …Yes, Your Excellency.” 

It was an order that could easily have turned into a diplomatic issue between the kingdoms, but his demeanor was too ferocious to point out.

 

The servant bowed and was about to leave the room.

 

The Duke of Fay stopped him and said,

“If you find this girl in Britain, bring her back alive, kidnap her, whatever it takes.” 

His voice dropped even lower, threatening.

 “I don’t care if she breaks a bone, as long as she’s alive.”  

By the end of about three days. Sir Ector’s health had improved noticeably.

 

His bloodshot eyes were back to life, and his hands, which he’d rubbed after every visit, were no longer as cold as they had been.

 “By the grace of god, at this rate of recovery, he should be able to resume his daily activities within a week.” 

Arthur clenched his fists as the blind priest the words.

 

Miracle. The word he’d wanted so badly, and now he had it.

 

When the priest turned away, Sir Ector asked,

“What has become of the young lady?” “She asked to see Sir Ector, and she’s in the reception room.” “Do not forget your duties as an escort. This old man owes you a debt of gratitude, Arthur.” 

The voice was strong enough to scold. He had never been one for nagging before.

 

Arthur was relieved to hear him sound so affectionate after all these years.

 

He patted Arthur on the back.

 “Return at once. The escort must not leave his master’s side at any time.” 

His words trailed off.

 Knock, knock— 

There was a knock on the door.

 

Peeking, Morgana poked her head out and asked, “Sir, may I come in?”

 

Sir Ector’s voice changed quickly. It was a kinder, gentler tone than Arthur had ever heard before.

 “Of course, young lady, there is nowhere here that you are not welcome.” 

At his words, Morgana scooted closer. She tilted her head toward Arthur, familiarly taking Sir Ector’s pulse.

 “What did the priest say?” she asks. “He says it’s a miracle.” “Ah, a miracle. I see you’ve been drinking your tea as steadily as I told you, congratulations!” 

Morgana beamed with delight. In response, Ector pulled Arthur’s arm in front of her.

 

Standing him upright in front of her, Ector gazed at her with a rather formidable look.

 “He’s a poor little fellow, but you can have him as your escort, if you wish.” “No, it’s okay, it was only for a month in the first place.” 

Morgana waved a hand dismissively.

 

‘Ugh, well, anyway, when we enter the royal palace later, we’ll be meeting as king and maid.’

 

But Ector must have thought she was being condescending, and he began barking orders at Arthur.

 “Arthur, is not the lady’s teacup a little crooked?” “Yes.” 

Without complaint, Arthur set the teacup, which had been set at the slightest tilt, straight again.

 

Clearly a knight of House Pendragon, his hospitality was that of a nobleman.

 

Though they didn’t seem to realize it.

 “Arthur, the lady seems uncomfortable, and I think we should purchase a new sofa.” “I see.” 

Hmm, I wonder if this is okay.

 

Morgana had a strange feeling, but she shook it off and injected her daily dose of healing power into Ector under the guise of examining him.

 

When she was done for the day, she nonchalantly rode the carriage back to her manor.

 

Arthur took her hand as she stepped out of the carriage and escorted her away.

 

Normally, they would have parted ways earlier in the visit.

 

For some reason, however, he didn’t want to let go of her hand.

 

Morgana tilted her head when she saw that he had come so far as to stand in an empty room.

 “Arthur, do you have something to say?” “…Ec…, no. I just want to thank you for being so kind to my father.” “No, you don’t have to…” 

He squeezed the hand he held a little harder.

 “It was the first time. I’ve ever seen my father smile with such ease.” 

Arthur’s face took on a faint hint of bitterness. It was a reminder of how hard he’d been living.

 

At the same time, a sense of anxiety washed over him.

 

‘I’m not about to raise the Ropan Cliché flag, am I?’

 

I kept my distance and deliberately didn’t ask for Sir Ector’s real name. I was only going to treat him for a week and be done with it.

 

Morgana felt a twinge of unease, but she looked at Arthur, who still exuded an aloof aura, and hoped, quite sincerely, that he was not.

  

Since Sir Ector’s condition has improved, Arthur has stopped going on raids.

 

He had heard through Raon that there were still some who lamented his absence, but unlike before, Arthur had refused to acknowledge them.

 

Instead of staying in the shop’s second-floor room, Arthur had long since moved into the decorated guest room of Morgana’s mansion.

 

But today, for some reason, he wasn’t in the house.

 “Ah, I’m hungry…” 

If there was one thing she loved about being in Fay, it was the abundance of maids and servants.

 

As servants of the Duke of Avalon, a powerful family, they were all first-rate in skill and workmanship.

 

But I don’t understand why it’s so hard to find a maid in Britain.

 “No. Should I raise her weekly wage?” 

I asked Raon to find me a maid for a little more than the market price, but for some reason, it didn’t happen quickly.

 

Instead, I kept going back to him every day to ask him to find me a maid, and he seemed troubled.

 “Well, your identity is so ambiguous that everyone says it’s dangerous. I’m trying to find someone who’s good enough…” “It’s not like I’m selling organs or anything, and it’s not like I plan to take aboard an ocean-going fishing boat.”All advance chapters after this can be purchased in Ko-fi~ Hope you continue to support this series, chapters will still be updated as scheduled.

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