The Extraordinary Life of an Unscrupulous Enchanter

"With all due respect, I don't think you are suitable to be a princess, Your Highness Guinevere."

"Is there anything wrong with me? Why are you dissatisfied with me? Mr. Aggression."

Green, who was too focused on the butterfly on her fingertips alone in the garden, never noticed anyone approaching. When Agguiwen stood in front of her, she had no time to pretend she didn't see it and avoid it.

As a secretary, Agguiwen himself has outstanding abilities. Although he is not very popular, he is criticized for being too calm, and most of the knights of the round table don't like him too much, but as a king, his left and right hands are very outstanding and indispensable. few.

Therefore, even if it is said in person, Green, as a princess, cannot easily express dissatisfaction with him in a rude manner.

Agguiwen stood in the light, frowned and accused her: "You are too beautiful, of course, this is your charm...but you are very similar to Wang, I mean your appearance, this alone may Let the king be stained."

"So, what else? Mr. Aggui, I know that I have many shortcomings as a princess, especially as the princess who is the ideal king in everyone's hearts. Since I became a princess, I have paid great attention to my own words and deeds. Therefore, I am puzzled as to where my inadequacy caused such an excellent knight like you to have a bad impression on me."

Green thought: This Aggressive Minister is more like a counselor than a knight, so he took up the post of secretary.Maybe it was himself who made him foresee something bad in some things.No matter what it is, it must be inseparable from the "king" who worries him.

Agguiwen's gray pupils were tightly locked and his face was gloomy, which made people suspect that he would draw his sword and strike at him in the next moment.

He seemed to be about to say something when someone interrupted him——

"This is really a coincidence, Princess, Aggavin." Her soft voice was slightly hoarse, she covered her face with a black veil, and her long skirt was swaying. She was a lazy and elegant silver-haired witch—the daughter of Uther who inherited the powerful power, Morgan. .

Without a maid.

It is said that Morgan and King Arthur did not get along well. Green should not have met her here. She was invited to attend the wedding ceremony recently and stayed here temporarily. She will return to her residence soon.It stands to reason that Green should call her Miss Huang.

"His Royal Highness Morgan." I always feel that the relationship between mother and child is not very good...

"Gui'an, Miss Huang." As a princess, Green must be very polite in front of Agguiwen who was just accused.

"Stand back, Agguiwen, I want to congratulate the princess, and talk about some private conversations between ladies." The king's sister gave the order, and she should not be disrespectful as an heir and a knight.Agguiwen obeyed the order and retreated, driving the armor Caracalla away.

"...It's much cleaner now. Come on, how about some snacks at my place?" Before Morgan finished speaking, his hands had already started to push Green forward, and the goal this time was already clear.

"Okay, Miss Morgan." Without refusing, Green followed his strength and went to Morgan's room.

The gorgeous blooming lilies and roses make the whole room full of floral fragrance, but the curtains are tightly closed, and the sunlight shines through the gaps, and together with the flickering candles, the interior of the house is only cast a small shadow, which looks a little gloomy.

There was the sound of the door being closed and locked behind him, Green turned his head, and Morgan's face with the veil removed was very close at hand.

Under the faint light of the candlelight, the similarities between her and Al's eyebrows can still be seen.

Morgan pinched Green's chin with one hand, forcing the elf to look up at her face, or she was looking down at the face in front of her.

"How... how hateful..." the silver-haired goblin murmured, and the strength of his hands tightened, "It's as hateful as you who have a similar face to that guy!"

"You know now, that guy is a woman! A woman like me!" Green was pinched on the tea table by the neck, and looked at the woman with no demeanor growling, "On the wedding day, I let the demon enter Your room, I wanted to lure Arthur to leave you and come to my side, but I heard such an interesting conversation!"

"Speaking of which, you are really pitiful, fairy? You are not even human, and you who try your best to marry the ideal king who is also a woman will never be able to get happiness! Oh, how pitiful!"

Morgan is worthy of being the powerful woman who inherited the last mystery of King Uther, and the force used by her subordinates is enough to strangle the armored Aggavin just now.If there was a heart-shaped blood strip on Green's head, it would definitely turn into a hollow now, and then turn back into a red heart.

Fortunately, he brought enough Healing Potion II. Green kept pouring the volatile potion on his hands behind him to relieve the suffocation, and listened to the information in Morgan's words.However, with Morgan's hand strength, no amount of potion will be able to withstand it! !

Only in the secluded secret room of two people, if one party falls into the trap, the beneficial party will easily put down its guard.for example--

"...Then why are you weeping, Morgan?"

"……Varied…"

Without the cover of the veil, the hunter let down his guard against the seemingly weak and harmless prey, and unknowingly exposed the neck that could easily cause fatal injuries.

Adhering to the spider's web, the butterfly stretched out its hand, wiped away the spider's tears, and gently caressed the hunter's face.The hunter was caught off guard and subconsciously relaxed his hands.

"You clearly love...the one with this face similar to this one, but you who misinterpret this love as hatred because you don't understand love, are truly pitiful."

Morgan slapped his hands away from his face, looking crazy, "What stupid things are you talking about! It's just—"

"It's just because you're so happy that you finally got the chance to take revenge. Are you too excited? Then when you learned that Al concealed himself as a woman and led the people as a king, why didn't you take revenge immediately?"

"All these years, because you have always had this mentality, it is misinterpreted as hate."

The prey that was let go of the rope by the hunter slid down powerlessly and supported on the ground.His voice was rough and hoarse due to the rough treatment, and he suppressed a cough, but his words were like spells, clung to the hunter who was dazzled.

"Perhaps when you first knew that Al was the chosen one, you hated her... But after that, how did you feel when you first met Al?"

"Joy, excitement? My heart beats faster after seeing me? Always want to see her again? Or want to be closer to her?"

Morgan couldn't refute it, because it was.

Seeing the ideal figure of the young king riding a horse against the enemy for the first time, she was ecstatic, excited, and her heart beat violently... After that, the king left, and she wanted to see that person again.

Because of hatred, I will be excited after seeing the person; because of hatred, my heart will subconsciously close; because of hatred, I want to see that person again in the future...

Want to get close to that person...kill...hate...?

"Did you meet me by chance today, or did you come to find me? Either way, you're just jealous that I married Al!"

"You who have powerful magic power, whether you do something to me or kill me, or erase my memory afterward... The purpose of everything you do is to desire. I hope Al can truly Look at you, don't you just see you as Miss Wang anymore!"

So many years... I see.

Overwhelmed by layers of subtle emotions, Morgan couldn't understand what "love" was, let alone himself who actually "loved" Arthur, and even misunderstood his fervent emotions as hatred.

The silver-haired witch lowered her head, and the surging emotions turned into tears.

The life was almost restored, Green stood up from the ground, looked up at Morgan in despair, and gave the final blow: "However, you know the truth that King Arthur is a woman, and you know that you are fundamentally unable to get the love of that man, Only after seeing my face similar to the king's, he brought me here uncontrollably."

The elf stepped forward and gently hugged the Witch of Evil, "Even so, your love is still so lovable and dazzling. Your love is as precious as Arthur's integrity and integrity. Please don't ignore or treat her indifferently."

The hunter has no power to fight back, and now, the positional relationship between the hunter and the prey is reversed.

"Ah... yes..." Morgan put his chin on the princess's shoulder obediently, "I confused Arthur, but in the end I found out that she is a woman who can never respond..."

Al cheated, found out!

"Through special means, I obtained her genetic material and used that child as a tool for revenge..."

"...Is that really not your own wish, simply wanting to have a bond with her?"

Look, there are even children!

"Perhaps it is true. Now that the child is her candidate knight, although he cannot reveal his identity, he can still help a lot."

...It's hopeless, the child is already so old, Al, don't you know it!

The two looked at each other, the evil witch's love had awakened, dazzling; the forest elf's eyes were soft and warm, without any disdain.

Facing the nominal wife of her beloved, who is also the one who awakens her own feelings, the witch, who can't feel the aura of a rival in love, relaxes her psychological defenses even though she is jealous.

"I really need to thank you, fairy... Guinevere." This may be the first time in her life that the noble and rare witch expressed her gratitude to someone.

"Then can I thank you as a 'friend'?"

"Even though you were strangled just now, you are quite courageous..." This was a thank you gift that Morgan had never thought of.Pretending not to see the disappeared fingerprints on the other party's neck, she replied: "Okay, as you wish, this special honor is bestowed on you - my friend, Guinevere."

"My friend, Morgan Le Fay."

……

Green'an walked out of Morgan's room safely, in exchange for the consumption of six bottles of splash-type healing potion II and the sudden awakening of the ability to talk.

By the way, I harvested: a "maybe a cardboard friendship boat" that was successfully fooled, a piece of information about "I don't know who is Al's son in the round table", a bottle of healing potion gifted by Morgan... Can this thing really work? !

And... Al, forced to cheat!

When the ideal king hugged a little lion with a serious and righteous face and returned to the castle room excitedly, he also successfully harvested a wronged princess.

The maids were locked outside the door.

"A-er~"

"What... what's wrong?" Artoria subconsciously took a few steps back when she heard the voice, one step away from the door.

Green gritted his teeth, stepped forward and pulled the man back, "...it's nothing, it's a bit boring. Did you bring me a gift?"

"Yes, the forest elves should have a good relationship with the Lord of the Jungle."

Artoria smiled, wearing armor, her movements of holding the cub were gentler, and soft brilliance and kindness flashed in her eyes.

Only when she is alone, Artoria will temporarily put down her "ideal" and talk to Green briefly and preciously as a "human".

"That's right...thanks, Al."

Green scratched the chin of the lion cub in Al's arms, and the cub purred comfortably.

"Of course, compared to complicated people, I prefer animals that can intuitively express their preferences!"

"Green..." Arturia looked distressed.

Green was about to say something, but changed the subject: "Al, as a return gift, let me give you my blessing!"

Arturia has always been curious about the mystery, and asked Green what kind of blessing it was.Then she saw the elf suddenly take out a doll made of gold and gems, carefully drawn and inscribed in an incomprehensible language.

Green threaded a strong rope that had already been prepared, and handed it to Artoria.

"Al, this is a super product that can resist fatal injuries! It must be carried at all times, and it must not be taken off at any time!"

Nothing wrong with it, it's gorgeous.That is, it does not conform to the current aesthetics...

"Closer, put it inside!"

"……OK."

The author has something to say:

Morgan: I want revenge on King Arthur = I want to overthrow King Arthur

= I want to assassinate King Arthur

= I want me and Arthur's child to overthrow King Arthur

= i want king arthur to see me overthrow her

= I want Arthur to see me = I love Arthur

Equation holds!

Green-style (no spoiler) card brainwashing, you deserve it!