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[FMMIKA] Chapter 104: Growing
🕑 Added 2023-08-01 19:44:21 +0000 UTCThe selection of the empress went very smoothly.
Although Scathach complained that Mordred was full of grievances, Artorius simply pacified her, and Mordred happily agreed to listen to her brother and didn't mind too much.
Compared to Mordred, Morgan was a bit more troublesome. But as long as she couldn't get up in the morning, she would be obedient and well-behaved.
As Artorius said, her bitterness and desire for revenge were just her defense mechanisms. Once Artorius peeled off this layer of armor, Morgan's soft and vulnerable side was revealed.
In the presence of a powerful man like Artorius, who could completely control her, Morgan's behavior was no better than Mordred's.
Although she still grumbled during the day, saying things like—"Why can't I be the empress?" while on the night shouted—"Today, I will be on the top!" it was all seen through.
She was just all talk.
After Artorius managed to handle the strong contenders for the empress's position, except for the persistent Agravain, who was still begging Artorius to cooperate a little in important matters, the other Knights of the Round Table didn't want to waste more words on this topic.
With the ongoing event, wouldn't it be better to focus more on governance and military affairs?
Artorius's plan was to conquer the whole of Gaul before Christmas, and time was running out.
Under Artorius's urging, the entire British-Roman worked tirelessly like a well-oiled machine. In this situation, there shouldn't be anyone wasting time on irrelevant matters.
Everything was under the control of His Majesty the Emperor.
It should have been that way, but...
The time was early December.
In the southern Gaul city of Bordeaux, Artorius's army easily captured the city. The city's inhabitants couldn't wait to open the gates and welcome their emperor. As for the Roman officers who remained loyal to Lucius, they ultimately didn't receive the expected reinforcements.
The nearest Roman legion to them was trembling at the pass of the Pyrenees Mountains. The governor of Tarraconensis province insisted that they should defend Spain and not take any offensive actions.
With the fall of Bordeaux, the Aquitania province to the southwest of Gaul also came under Artorius's control, becoming part of the British-Roman.
At the same time, Lancelot led another division and reported good news from their southern campaign towards Lugdunum. They captured the town, which would be later renamed 'Lyon' in the future. The retreating troops scattered towards Italy.
With this, all of Gaul mainly was pacified. Artorius could now declare himself the emperor of all Gaul.
In the future, the three most important countries that would shape European civilization—France, Germany, and England—were all under Artorius's control.
It was a day worth celebrating, and the weather was gradually getting colder. Artorius's half-million-strong army was feeling fatigued.
He decided to rest and regroup until the next spring, settling the several hundred thousand Germanic peoples, allowing his army to recover and rest, and then launch an attack on southern Europe.
'Things can ease up a bit now.'
Thinking this, Artorius, occupying the best room in the governor's mansion in Bordeaux, soaked in a bathtub, enjoying a hot bath while pondering tonight's little problem.
'Morgan or Mordred?'
'Yesterday was Morgan, so logically it should be Mordred's turn today. But Morgan isn't one to follow logic. How about both of them together?'
Artorius pondered the question, allowing his mind to wander a bit.
Perhaps it was the effect of the hot water, but for a moment, his thoughts seemed to shift from the top of his head to somewhere below. With the Third Magic in his possession, Artorius was no longer afraid of running out of magical energy.
In terms of magical energy, he was like a perpetual motion machine, and in matters of sex, he was equally like a perpetual motion machine, tireless and unstoppable.
Not just with Morgan and Mordred, he could handle a few hundred more without a problem.
With this in mind, Artorius began to formulate a serious plan:
'First, I need to exhaust one of them completely. Next, she'll ask for mercy, and then I'll need to express my dissatisfaction and figure out how to vent my surplus energy. Afterward, I should ask her if I should continue until she's completely exhausted or if I should call another woman to help. The probability of her choosing the latter is quite high.'
'But I can't choose Morgan as my first target; that woman is too stubborn and narrow-minded. Even if I wear her out until she makes an 'ahegao' face, she won't let anyone take advantage and steal her position.'
'So, let's start with Little Mo. That way, Morgan will think that she has taken advantage of Little Mo's exhausted condition and will be very pleased by taking Little Mo's position as my partner. With enough repetitions, they won't resist anymore, and we could even do a threesome right off the bat without doing these complicated steps every time. Yeah, what a genius plan...'
And so, Artorius planned everything, setting Morgan and Mordred perfectly to do a threesome later. Then, he closed his eyes and prepared to take a short nap. These days, he had been engaged in intense battles and handling affairs of state, and though his body could handle it, his mind was starting to feel a bit tired.
However, just at that moment, a knocking sound came from the door.
"Who is it?"
Artorius asked lazily. A moment later, he heard the hesitant voice of his mother.
"Umm... it's me, Artorius."
"..."
Upon hearing this voice, Artorius hesitated momentarily and then disappeared from where he stood, appearing outside the bathroom with a bathrobe on.
"Father?"
He opened the door and looked at Artoria, who was pursing her lips, feeling somewhat puzzled. "Aren't you resting yet, Father?"
"I... um, have something I want to talk to you about..." Artoria said with some difficulty.
"Okay, come in and talk."
Artorius nodded and let her in, closing the door. The wine in the cabinet floated out automatically and filled the glass in front of Artoria.
"I don't... hahh, thank you."
She initially wanted to decline, but before the refusal could leave her lips, the wine was already poured, so Artoria changed her mind and thanked him instead. She then took a sip.
Her drinking and eating prowess seemed similar; she finished the glass in one go. As expected of Artoria.
And so, Artorius poured her another glass. Three times in a row, Artoria's face turned a cute shade of pink, and her gaze became somewhat hazy, making her look even more adorable than usual.
'Is it just my imagination?' Artorius wondered, 'Father seems to have grown a size bigger than before... shit, I forgot!'
And then it struck him like a revelation.
Since he now possessed Avalon and Excalibur, the person whose body stopped growing was himself, not Artoria. Her body which was once kept constant began to grow again.
Thinking about some other timelines where Artoria had fully grown, Artorius felt excited.
This was precisely the topic that Artoria wanted to discuss with him.
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