CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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You led your army among the Saxon tribes who had produced men for Vortigern, using the mobility of your heavy cavalry to constantly raid their granaries, transporting the grain to France, and from there to Britain. Whatever was left to be taken was burned to ashes.

The Saxons, having lost their winter food and even their seed stock for the following spring, were furious. They wanted revenge, but their army couldn't catch you, whose entire force was cavalry. The few light cavalry that could catch you were no match for your heavy cavalry. We were helpless against you as our enemy.

So, amidst the Saxon wrath, you gathered the remaining provisions and carried them back to Britain from the French coast, fulfilling your promise to Morgan.

After you left, your fame spread throughout Europe along with your raids on the Saxons. Initially, as a modern person, you considered your scorched-earth policy inhumane and thought of carrying it out covertly. However, you soon discovered you couldn't conceal your identity, because organized cavalry units were far too easily identifiable in that era.

Chapter 9

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[If this were in modern times, your actions would certainly be severely condemned, but in Europe at this moment...]

The immense blow suffered by the Saxons became a great achievement in your legendary deeds. No one could imagine that a knight without a fief would go to the enemy's stronghold to fight for his lord's interests. People who could not understand your strategic thinking began to make their own reasonable guesses about your actions. In the end, the French people interpreted your actions with their unique romantic thinking.

They believe it was your loyalty to your lord that drove you to cross the ocean to fight for him. The reason you left your homeland to serve Morgan is because you saw Morgan's image in a dream, and from then on, you fell in love with your lord and were willing to serve him for life. Without a doubt, you are the symbol of the most perfect chivalry in the world. You have gained a new title, "The Perfect Knight." In the current simulation, all knight characters have a +20 favorability towards you and regard you as a role model.

Chapter Ten Morgan: I hope everyone in Britain will fulfill their duties

When Quinn arrived at the gates of Camelot again, it was already late at night. Most of the residents were asleep, and apart from the patrolling soldiers and a few people who came specifically to greet him, almost no one knew that Quinn would come to Camelot that night.

"Welcome back, sir."

The leader of the caravan that had brought Quinn to Camelot was one of the few people who came specifically to greet him. This man, who served Morgan, walked happily to Quinn, who was on horseback, and served Quinn respectfully as a servant to help him dismount.

As a witness who saw Quinn arrive in Britain, he knew better than anyone the difference between the Quinn of that time and the Quinn of today, and therefore admired Quinn more than anyone else.

"Is everything stored away?" Quinn asked.

“I’ve done everything you asked me to do, and the warehouse is overflowing.” The convoy leader’s voice was full of joy. “With those supplies, Camelot will be saved.”

"No one else knows what's in there, right?" Quinn glanced around warily. "She doesn't want anyone else to know about this."

"Don't worry, the people responsible for transporting the goods are all ours," the convoy leader assured him.

Quinn nodded in approval of the other man's attitude. This man had been helping Morgan recruit talent and could be considered one of his own. He wasn't worried that the man would betray him. He then turned to leave, but as soon as he did, the team leader grabbed his hand and whispered, "Someone is waiting for you."

Quinn understood immediately, turned and winked at his men, signaling them to leave first. Without needing anyone to lead the way, Quinn, already familiar with Camelot, headed to the palace alone.

The guards responsible for protecting the palace spotted someone approaching under the cover of night, and their eyes immediately sharpened. Their duty was to ensure the safety of Camelot Palace, and they would not allow anyone to dare to approach the place rashly in the middle of the night.

"Who goes there..." The guard was about to shout at the newcomer when a ray of moonlight shone in, allowing him to see the person's appearance. The guard's eyes widened, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

“I want to go in,” Quinn said calmly.

“We have not received any orders, sir.” The guard took a deep breath and said firmly, “Without Her Highness’s order, no one is allowed to enter or leave this door after nightfall, not even you.”

Quinn stared at the other person for a few seconds before slowly saying, "She wants to see me."

"It is my duty, and I will not allow anyone to enter under my nose." The guard said righteously. Then, he looked straight ahead as if he did not see Quinn. After a few seconds, the guard suddenly yawned and began to droop and lift his head repeatedly, looking like he had not woken up. Then, his head drooped down and he began to snore loudly.

Quinn smiled approvingly, stepped through the palace gates, and just as he disappeared from the guards' sight, his thunderous snoring abruptly ceased.

This scene unfolded throughout Camelot Palace as Quinn walked by. The guards throughout the palace seemed to be under some kind of curse, falling into an intermittent state of unconsciousness that night. Quinn, naturally, arrived at Morgan's bedroom door without anyone knowing.

Perhaps due to carelessness, the princess's bedroom door was not closed properly, and candlelight shone through the crack into the hallway.

Quinn knocked lightly on the door, and Morgan's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

"Your Highness, it's me."

"come in."

After receiving Morgan's permission, Quinn pushed open the door and immediately closed it tightly.

"You managed to get in so quietly; it seems those guards weren't doing their jobs properly."

Morgan's complaints came from deep within the room. Quinn looked in the direction of the sound and saw the princess sitting in front of the dressing table. She must have just finished bathing, as her high silver-gray ponytail had come down and was draped over her bare, snow-white shoulders. A thin nightgown and a smooth fur shawl covered her breasts, but the curves of her full, snowy breasts could not be concealed. Instead, the fabric, still damp, accentuated her captivatingly beautiful curves.

Quinn instinctively swallowed. Even though he had already had intimate contact with the princess, Morgan now was far more alluring than he had been before he left Britain.

Morgan was putting on her makeup at that moment. She was applying a gorgeous and alluring makeup to her usually elegant eyebrows and eyes, and adding a touch of vermilion to her lips. If Quinn thought Morgan was still beautiful and charming, like a rose protected by thorns, then this time, he only had one thought in his mind.

Demonic Consort.

This was certainly not a good assessment. Quinn was well aware that Morgan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table at this moment, was not the same person as the detestable Morgan in the official history of the moon. However, the aura that the princess exuded at this moment was too alluring. Even though her face still looked somewhat childish, with the deliberate application of rouge and powder, that childishness still turned into kindling that ignited the desire in men's hearts.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Morgan's complaint turned into confusion. The princess stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the knight who was still standing at the door.

The moment she opened her mouth, all the allure vanished. Clearly, no matter how mature and seductive she dressed, she was still the aloof princess in Quinn's memory who was merely dissatisfied with her treatment, not the vicious and wicked queen whose mind had been consumed by resentment.

"Because you occupy my mind, I can't speak."

“Sweet talk.” Morgan’s face flushed red. She immediately turned her face away from Quinn’s sweet words and pretended to be calm as she started to get dressed again, but her eyes kept glancing at Quinn’s reaction through the mirror.

"That's because you are before me. Who could remain unmoved by the jewel of Camelot?"

"Hmph! Those guards were so incompetent as to fail to stop you, a thief, from entering the palace. Tomorrow I will order them all to be hanged." Morgan said these chilling words, but a smile had already appeared on his face.

Don't say things like that!

Although he knew Morgan was joking, Quinn still felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't want Morgan, who was still a good girl in front of him, to have any tendency to turn into a "femme fatale," otherwise he would be the first to suffer in the future. This possibility had to be nipped in the bud.

Without hesitation, Quinn strode forward and, to the princess's astonishment, embraced her slender waist, lifting her up in his arms.

"Wait, what are you doing?" The sudden attack made Morgan's body stiffen instinctively. She subconsciously tried to break free, but then she heard warm breath in her ear.

"Those guards can never stop me, now..."

Chapter 10

"I will show you that I am like someone who has stolen the most precious treasures from this palace."

Morgan suddenly felt weak in the knees, her whole body going limp in Quinn's arms because of his passionate words. But the next second, her heart started pounding like a drum, because Quinn didn't give her a chance to speak again and carried her straight out of his bedroom.

Morgan finally panicked when the cold wind blew through the corridor and brushed against the princess's skin.

If someone sees this, I'm doomed!

Chapter Eleven: Let's form a family that lasts a lifetime.

Morgan's relentless teasing makes you decide to teach this unruly princess a lesson. You easily pick her up, leave the bedroom, and, relying on your superior memory, begin your nighttime stroll through the palace.

You deliberately chose routes that were likely to be guarded or patrolled.

"Put me down quickly."

Morgan nervously pounded Quinn's chest, wanting to quickly return to his bedroom while no one was around.

She didn't want anyone to discover that the princess of Camelot was being held in the arms of her vassal in the dead of night, wearing only a nightgown. What's more, they weren't in the bedroom, but in the palace's public corridor. If they were seen, who knew what rumors would circulate in Camelot the next day.

Quinn glanced at Morgan, whose face was flushed, and felt the pressure on his chest. He really wanted to say something.

Honey, the way you look angry is like you're being affectionate.

In fact, he felt that Morgan was just being coquettish. Otherwise, judging from the other party's strength value displayed by the system, the woman in his arms could easily defeat three of him. Now she was just lightly punching his chest a few times, which clearly showed that she did not resist his actions.

So Quinn ignored the princess's words and continued to carry her around the palace until a series of orderly footsteps came from in front of them.

Morgan's heart pounded, and she began to struggle frantically, while Quinn tightened her grip on the princess and slipped into the shadows around the corner of the corridor.

"Your Highness, you'd better be quiet and not make any noise, or we'll be discovered."

Upon hearing this, Morgan, who had been struggling, immediately became obedient. She let Quinn hold her and hide her in the corner, not daring to make a sound. As the footsteps in the corridor grew closer, Morgan's heart pounded. She buried her face in Quinn's chest, not daring to look down into the corridor.

Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did she raise her head and look at the backs of the guards who were already far away.

At this moment, Morgan wished more than anyone else that the patrolling guards in Camelot Palace wouldn't be so conscientious, and that they would simply neglect their duties and stop patrolling altogether.

But her expectations were destined to be dashed. The guards of Camelot Palace did indeed live up to the expectations of a certain famous figure in the British Empire in later years. These guards were not just ordinary conscientious; they strictly adhered to the patrol schedule. Quinn, who had memorized the patrol routes of these guards, became increasingly daring in her subsequent night patrols.

Thanks to your exceptional skills, during your nighttime stroll, which could only be described as audacious, the patrolling guards did not discover your whereabouts with Morgan. Under your guidance, the two of you, like the legendary Assassins, hid and stealthily moved under the guards' noses, using the shadows.

Morgan was horrified by this absurd and provocative act. She never imagined she would do something so... outrageous. Only after you had traversed every corner of the palace, inspected the guards' work ethic, and confirmed that every Camelot soldier was fulfilling their duties, did you return to your starting point with Morgan.

In the princess's bedroom, Quinn gently placed the delicate body he was holding back on the bed, helped her sit up, and tenderly removed her shawl. Only then did he realize that Morgan's pajamas were already soaked with sweat, her breathing was rapid from her recent absurd actions, and her dazed eyes looked at him as if condemning his transgression.

However, she did not resist, but complied with Quinn's actions.

“As you can see, your guards are quite dedicated and responsible. You shouldn’t be gambled with their lives,” Quinn said. “They simply couldn’t stop me.”

Morgan didn't refute. She had already witnessed how Quinn bypassed the guards' patrol routes. The other party was indeed capable of entering the palace undetected. She should have been horrified, but she wasn't. Morgan just stared directly into Quinn's eyes. "They did nothing wrong, but you sneaked into my bedroom!"

Her voice was very low, clearly she hadn't recovered from what she had just experienced.

"I'm leaving now."

Quinn had spent a long time navigating the Clock Tower, and even if he wasn't exactly a genius, he at least knew how to read people. He sensed a feigned calmness in Morgan's tone; the princess was still trying to maintain control of their intimate relationship and wanted to firmly grasp Quinn in her grasp.

He's a time traveler, and now he's in a simulation, so how can he indulge Morgan?

He released Morgan's hand, turned around and walked towards the door, his movements decisive and without any hesitation.

The princess, sitting on the bed, froze for half a second, then suddenly felt like she had been played. She jumped up from the bed, panicked, and angrily demanded, "You're just going to leave like this?"

"I violated the prohibition and sneaked into the palace, didn't I? To be precise, I have already posed a threat to your safety, and I must leave."

Quinn's rigid and methodical answer irritated the princess and infuriated Morgan. She finally realized that Quinn was not an honest and kind knight at all; he had many wicked intentions. But it was too late to realize this now. He had helped her during her most difficult time and done so much for her.

Morgan could no longer allow the other person to leave her side. Quinn was the only one who knew her secret, didn't care about it, and was willing to continue helping her.

"Then I will issue a new order, allowing you to come and go freely. Are you satisfied now?" The princess had no choice but to back down.

Quinn nodded, watching Morgan transform from a prickly hedgehog back to her previous gentle and alluring demeanor, and then said, "So how will you repay me for what I've done for you? The grain is already piling up in the national treasury, and you won't have to worry about food for the next two years..."

"What else do you want?" Morgan exploded.

Upon hearing that Quinn was returning, she took a bath, dressed up, and summoned him to the palace that very night, wanting to reward the knight who had worked so hard for her. Even the absurd night out hadn't angered her; she'd taken it as a little romantic gesture he'd learned from the French during his trip to France. But now…

Morgan was genuinely angry. She had just thought that the other person was leaving because she had hurt him with her somewhat aggressive words. She could understand, because she wasn't incapable of empathy. If she put herself in Quinn's shoes, she would also feel dissatisfied and angry if she were Quinn after a busy journey and then being treated like this.

But now, Morgan didn't think Quinn was sad; she just felt that he was doing business with her.

However, just as Morgan was about to kick Quinn out of his bedroom, he saw the tall man kneeling in front of him and taking his hand.

“I hope you won’t have to dress up like this anymore. The you who is willing to meet me, a foreigner, in the garden is the one I want.”

Morgan stood there, rooted to the spot.

Morgan le Fay's favorability rating towards you: +100

You have fully utilized your knowledge and experience to completely win Morgan's heart. At this moment, there is not only a burning passion between you, but Morgan has also made up his mind.

The princess of Camelot cupped your face in her hands, her eyes burning with desire as she gazed at you.