The storm-like night had passed, and the next morning arrived.
The table inside the cabin was filled with a strangely sticky atmosphere unlike ever before.
"Aaah~ Brother, try this too♡"
"Arthur, here, have some bread too. Drink some milk with it so you don’t choke~"
Artoria and Merlin, seated snugly at either side of me, were busy taking turns feeding me.
After sharing everything last night and becoming perfectly entwined in both body and heart, the two of them were openly flaunting their blind affection for me without the slightest concern for anyone else’s eyes.
Normally, I was always the one fussing over Artoria, but now that she had become a woman, she seemed desperate to take care of her brother with her own hands.
"You two are weirdly close today, aren’t you? It’s so sickeningly sweet first thing in the morning I feel like it’s going to rot."
Kay, sitting across from us and chewing away at his bread, frowned and tossed out the remark.
Kay was the sort who had plenty of experience with women in his own way, sneaking off to spend nights with village girls behind Uncle Ector’s back or frequenting brothels.
But while he knew physical pleasure, he had never experienced a real romance with deep emotions passing between two people, so he couldn’t pick up at all on the blatant sensuality unique to lovers now pouring off the two women at my sides. He only looked puzzled.
On the other hand, the reactions of the other Servants, who were far more adept at reading the mood, were different.
"Ahem... this is rather indecent for the breakfast table."
Barghest turned her head away with the tips of her ears reddening, unable to look straight at me, while Medea clicked her tongue and muttered,
"Good grief, that little beast. So he really did it all night in the end."
And beside them, Ushiwakamaru, who would normally have rushed over to me first and wagged her tail, sat there holding her chopsticks with an utterly dejected expression, counting barley grains.
The sticky glances Merlin and Artoria kept exchanging with me.
The secret bond shared only between them and me, one she knew nothing about. Ushiwakamaru was a sharp and perceptive warrior, so she grasped the situation at once and was burning with a strange sense of alienation, jealousy, and fierce competitiveness.
I wish my lord would hold me soon...
Seeing her slumped shoulders, I smirked inwardly and sent her a telepathic message through my Magic Circuits that only she could hear.
[Don’t look so down, Ushiwakamaru. I’ll hold you tonight, so be ready.]
"......!!"
In an instant, Ushiwakamaru’s eyes flew wide open, and her expression brightened so much it was almost like I could see the illusion of a nonexistent tail spinning like a helicopter.
She polished off her bowl in no time and looked at me with eyes full of motivation.
Right after the morning training ended.
Taking advantage of Uncle Ector and Kay heading off to hunt on the other side of the forest, Artoria slipped into my arms behind the shadow of a secluded tree.
"Chu, sllrp...♡"
A secret, sweet kiss. Naturally, I wrapped an arm around Artoria’s waist and firmly kneaded the soft ass that had been perfectly tamed by my hands last night.
"Haaah... Brother, what if someone sees us?"
She said that, but she was rubbing her face against my chest and smiling with the happiness of someone who had gained the whole world.
"So what if they do? I’m touching my woman."
At my words, the corners of Artoria’s lips lifted so high they nearly reached her ears. My favorite character, and now my perfect lover.
To be honest, part of the reason I accepted this situation was because I had wanted Artoria to be the one to cross the line between siblings first, but I too was crazy about this precarious, taboo relationship we had now.
Still, until I had completely taken control of Britain, this relationship had to be hidden thoroughly from the outside world.
If I became king later and this fact came to light, the ministers and the Knights of the Round Table would surely react with fierce opposition.
This was an age when incestuous marriages happened quietly among both nobles and commoners, but the sort who cared about propriety and chivalry would definitely wag their tongues.
But I wasn’t afraid at all.
If that time came, I intended to personally shoulder every cause and every accusation.
All I had to do was declare that I had been captivated by my younger sister’s beauty and taken her first.
I would crush the voices around me with overwhelming might and authority, and tell anyone who disliked it to leave Britain.
I had more than enough justification. Even the gods committed incest, so why should a king be unable to?
Even in Celtic mythology, there was the Dagda, the chief god before the god of light.
That same Dagda, whose cauldron is said to be the original source of the Holy Grail, lay with a relative and fathered Angus, the god of love, while the mother goddess Danu committed incest with her father Delbaeth and gave birth to the gods of art.
Even in the Mabinogion, the mythology passed down in this land of Britain, didn’t the sibling pair Gwydion and Arianrhod, the counterparts to Freyr and Freyja, give birth through incest to the sun god Lleu Llaw Gyffes?
To begin with, even in the original King Arthur legend, my fate was bound to end in incest.
Because our cute Mordred is the obvious product of that.
Of course, it wasn’t as if I had done it with Morgan, but blood was still connected, so incest was incest.
Honestly, I did feel Artoria and the original Arthur had a reason to feel wronged. They never even did it, yet they were burdened with responsibility without any pleasure.
In any case, I didn’t care what unfair attacks came my way or what criticism was poured down on me. This was already the path I had chosen, and she was the woman I had taken into my arms. I would never give her up.
And then that night.
Deep darkness fell over the hunting cabin once again, and this time, following Merlin and Artoria, Ushiwakamaru joined in as well, and a night of madness unfolded.
"My looord...! Aaah, aaahh...♡!"
"Haaah, Arthur... taking on three all by yourself... ngh, monster...!"
Ever since I was young, I had grown up stuffing myself with eel, oysters, and every kind of food said to boost stamina under the excuse of building my strength.
No matter how good such foods were for a man, too much of anything was supposed to become poison, but the sturdy body of a Pendragon had perfectly converted all of that nutrition into pure virility and endurance.
As a result, my sexual stamina had already reached the highest level in Britain.
Perhaps the current me was, in the truest sense, a Berserker below the waist.
Though unlike that bastard, I wasn’t the type to fuck and run.
Going beyond taking them one by one in turn, I held all three of them in my arms at once and snapped my hips like a beast all night long.
"Brother... any more, ngh... my head’s going strange♡"
Before my tireless, ferocious waves, in the end Artoria, Merlin, and even Ushiwakamaru, who had thrown herself into it so boldly, were all utterly fucked senseless.
"Haa... haa. Truly, I surrender to my lord’s sheer brutality... I will bury my bones with you for life...♡"
Her whole body smeared with sweat and milky fluid, Ushiwakamaru clung to me with unfocused eyes and swore eternal loyalty.
The formation of an ideal harem.
After forming deep relationships with three women in quick succession over the span of just a few days and satisfying every desire of adulthood, an intense aura unlike anything before began to pour from my body.
The thick scent of a male that only a predator and the leader of the pack could possess, having completely cast off the greenness of a boy.
I didn’t really get it myself, but that was how Merlin described it.
The next day, the reactions of Barghest and Medea when they saw me standing in the yard had clearly changed.
"......"
Whenever I passed by, Barghest would steal glances at my broad shoulders and thickened neckline, swallowing dryly and losing the rhythm of her breathing under a strange pressure.
Medea too, faced with my relaxed, beastlike smile, could no longer snap at me as easily as before, and her cheeks would redden with an unexplainable tension.
The awakening of a king.
It was not something accomplished merely by pulling a sword from a stone.
The complete blossoming of a male who had conquered instinct and ruled the pack was shaping the true king of Britain.
—That was how Merlin put it, but I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Isn’t a man who dominates strong women the one who can truly be called a king? They say male lions don’t hunt, and it’s the lionesses that follow the male who do the hunting, right?"
"Sorry, but unlike some lazy lion, I’ll be standing on the front lines myself."
"And that’s exactly what overwhelming masculinity is~"
I still couldn’t understand the way Merlin thought. Still, since I’d be the one firmly holding the leash, nothing too troublesome should happen.
And now, with the [Sword of Selection] said to be nearly complete, the day of drawing the sword from the stone was not far off.
But even if the strength of my forces was excellent, our numbers were far too few. And I didn’t have the capital to raise a volunteer army right away.
In that case, should I summon more Servants? In my case, I was capable of summoning one or two more.
And... Artoria could summon Servants as well.
Before setting out on my knightly journey, perhaps I should consider strengthening our forces.
A pleasant dilemma.
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