King Arthur Won't Die by Accident

Being courted.

And the target was a beautiful girl.

I believe most people—even noble knights—would agree to it in the heat of the moment.

But the fact is—

The people of Camelot are quite proud. A woman with only beauty could never impress our calm, wise King Arthur!

Do you know what my king likes?

Do you know how long my king sleeps every day?

Do you know how busy my king is with government affairs every single day?

You don't know! You don't even know these things, and yet you shamelessly declare your love to my king?

Humph! We know everything!

So, half a month later, King Leodegrance watched the Camelot wedding procession with a strange expression, then swept his daughter away amid great fanfare.

He had always thought his daughter was his pride—a caring little cotton-padded jacket. Now he saw clearly that the jacket was indeed soft—but the cotton inside was black. Or perhaps he had been wearing the soft armor backwards all along, because when he took it off, he found his body covered in wounds, and his heart ached.

This daughter had been raised in vain.

He still remembered half a month ago when Guinevere boldly proposed to Arthur. King Leodegrance was shocked—but what surprised him even more was Arthur's blunt rejection.

Not only that, his black-hearted daughter was shameless enough to try to get closer to Arthur by marrying Lancelot and staying in Camelot.

According to Guinevere's exact words:

"After leaving Camelot this time, I may never see King Arthur again. If we cannot be married, I will be happy even if I can only watch him from afar. So please allow me to agree to your request on behalf of my father. No! This is my own request, Your Majesty King Arthur—please allow me to marry Knight Lancelot and present it to my father's country as a gift."

King Leodegrance was so angry he fainted.

My daughter, even if you're a bootlicker, can't you at least pick more unusual targets?

And why must you lick others and make me pay the price? Have you ever considered my feelings as a father?

To be honest, he should be thankful he fainted—otherwise, he might have died from rage when he found out what happened next.

In short, it was an established fact: he had become King Arthur's subordinate.

King Leodegrance didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Even watching the Camelot wedding procession and Guinevere's infatuated smile, knowing she was about to meet Arthur, he felt furious—but also strangely relieved that he'd finally gotten rid of this black-hearted woman.

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At noon that day, Guinevere experienced firsthand the conveniences of Camelot's technology.

It only took two hours to arrive in Camelot on a horseless four-wheeled carriage.

After entering the city, she was even more shocked by the festive atmosphere.

Compared to her last visit, now because of her arrival, all the people in the city had laid down their work. Even the nobles were granted precious vacation time. Everyone expressed gratitude and warmly welcomed Princess Guinevere.

"Thank you, Princess, for being willing to marry us. Otherwise, we'd have been exhausted to death!"

Guinevere asked the blond knight leading the convoy with some curiosity:

"Sir Gawain, why weren't there so many people the last time I came here with my father?"

"Because last time, everyone was working. Camelot doesn't support idlers. If you don't work hard, the wealth gap grows. When wealth imbalance appears, you lose topics to talk about, and eventually, you have no friends left." Gawain smiled.

Obviously, Gawain welcomed Guinevere's arrival.

"I see. Camelot truly is a hardworking country."

No, no, no! You misunderstand. We work hard because if we don't, our friends and relatives will assassinate us!

Several soldiers' mouths twitched.

Nowadays, in Camelot, regardless of your profession or status, everyone is a chef.

People follow Arthur's will and ideas—and to meet the king's expectations, everyone works hard. But that was only the beginning. Although they were happy to earn more money, the workload was crushing.

Gradually, those wanting time off appeared.

Unfortunately, those who took time off were always 'trained' by the mentally unbalanced or Arthur's fanatical followers until they became ruthless working machines.

So no one dares to slack off in ordinary times.

"That's right, Camelot is a good country!" Gawain smiled heartily.

The surrounding soldiers suddenly fell silent, aware of the difference in strength, and shut their mouths in disappointment.

"What about His Majesty Arthur? Will he bless us at my wedding with Lancelot?" Guinevere finally asked the question she cared about most.

Though the thought that her future husband wasn't Arthur but Lancelot—and that she might have to hold her wedding in front of her true love—made Guinevere sad, every chance to see Arthur was precious.

For a moment, Her Royal Highness the Princess was in a dilemma.

"My king's words—"

Gawain was about to speak, then abruptly stopped.

Since Guinevere's bold confession to Arthur and ruthless rejection, her threat level had reached maximum among Camelot's high officials.

Before leaving to meet Guinevere, Morgan repeatedly told Gawain that if asked, he must not reveal any information about Arthur.

That's right—we can't let this shameless woman meet our king. Who knows what crazy things might happen?

"Ahaha, I don't know either. As for my king, he's usually busy with work and running around. Maybe he's off to attack Vortigern now." The Sun Knight, unable to lie, said with embarrassment.

Are you kidding me?!

Guinevere sighed.

It seemed even living in Camelot didn't guarantee daily chances to see His Majesty King Arthur.

Meanwhile, Arthur, enjoying his holiday, wore a hood and bought all kinds of snacks on the street.

"Hmm~ Not bad, not bad, quite good. Camelot looks more like a big city now." Arthur bit into a skewer of meat while holding a pile of food.

"Prince..." Manaka followed behind, hesitant to speak.

Though everything revolved around Arthur, she wanted to complain.

In your mind, is the standard of a big city really the number and taste of street food stalls?

"Today is Guinevere and Lancelot's wedding. Are you really not going?" Manaka asked symbolically.

She knew very well Arthur didn't want to see Guinevere—so he wouldn't go.

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