Guts. Not much is known about this man. Mages have investigated into this character, only to discover old transcripts that mention king Arthur. Many have tried to summon him. All have failed.
"I'd like to thank you for clearing up that mess." Morgan said as she poured tea for her, Arthur, and Guts.
"Of course." Arthur smiled as he took a sip of tea. Guts held the cups tiny handle between his finger and thumb, his hands were to big. "Though I must ask where your husband is?"
Morgan sighed as she sat down. "He died a couple months ago to sickness. I've been running this manor and the town below by myself."
"Oh. Sorry for your loss." Arthur bowed his head. He opened his eyes upon not hearing Guts and saw him still trying to drink the tea. "Guts!" The hiss made Guts nearly drop his cup. He looked at Arthur then back at Morgan before bowing his head.
"Yeah..... What Arthur said."
"Guts!" Arthur shouted at his lack of manners. Normally he wouldn't scold Guts, he even said he wouldn't at the meeting, but Morgan just lost her husband!
"It's quite alright little brother." Morgan giggled, making the two look at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's been so long since someone made me laugh. I've heard your stories about this one and his legendary bluntness."
"You.... Spoke of me?" Guts asked Arthur. The king nodded his head before sitting back down.
"Morgan meet Guts, the soldier who represents my men." Arthur told her while pointing towards him. Morgan smiled before standing up and walking around the table till she stood beside Guts.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, Sir Guts." She smiled as she held her hand out for him. Guts blinked as he stared at the hand before reaching out and shaking it.
"Your suppose to kiss it." Arthur whispered. Honestly, Arthur enjoyed seeing Guts like this, fumbling and confused about proper manners. Not that Arthur could judge him for that.
"Ara, you have quite the grip Sir Guts. Very strong." Her words, along with her smile, made Guts blush red (and he didn't know why!).
'She must be like Merlin, a witch.' Guts concluded in his mind before letting go. When she giggled, Guts felt like falling down. All of a sudden, he held his shoulder in pain, gritting his teeth.
"Guts?" Arthur reached out, only to grit his teeth as well.
"My, my, I wondered when you would break." Morgan giggled as Guts staggered backwards. "The tea I served you dispels magic influence, so you couldn't use any charm spells against me. But it seems as if you two were hiding...."
Guts and Arthur's bodies flashed and there armor was replaced with their casual clothing. Arms, legs, neck, and forehead wrapped in bandages. Guts had a crutch under his left arm.
"Ah, Guts!" Arthur stood up and tried to stop Guts from falling over, but only ended up tripping, letting Guts fall onto him. Both cried out from the sudden impact, Guts dropping his crutch.
"....your injuries." Morgan stated as she watched the two men moan like children. She picked up his crutch and looked down at the two men moan from their wounds. "But I must say, Merlin makes quite the illusions."
. . . "OH!" Morgan yelped, remembering the two. With a flick of her wrist, both Arthur and Guts floated up and were placed in their seats by read aura. "I'm so sorry!"
"Heh, she's your sister alright." Guts groaned as he held his arm.
"Shut up." Arthur groaned back, making Guts chuckle.
"Please forgive me. I didn't know you still suffered injuries from the siege." Morgan sighed as she held her nose. She then smiled before snapping her fingers. "How about you stay here at my estate, recover from all your injuries?"
"I don't-"
"It'll also give me the chance to summon other Lords and political figures to join your cause!" Morgan smiled as she told Arthur, who raised his eyebrows.
"Well......I could use the funding." Arthur sighed as she looked towards Guts and chuckled. "And you could use a bath."
"Hey!"
"Oh!" Morgan smacked her head with the crutch before handing it to Guts. "I remember agreeing to- AH!" Morgan held her head as dark energy filled her pupils and sparks of electricity came off her. Guts and Arthur were then attacked by a painful headache. But just as it appeared it was gone.
"What the hell was that?" Guts rubbed his head as he looked at Arthur then Morgan. "You alright?"
"Yes sir Guts." Her eyes flickered dark before turning normal. She then smiled and took her staff, and tapped the ground twice. "I remember offering you a soldier to help you in your campaign."
The doors opened, making the two look at the newcomer, walking towards the table and stopping.
"Arthur, Sir Guts, meet my child and my strongest soldier: Mordred!"
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Sorry for the short chapter... Again.
A major thing happened in this chapter, if you can spot it, remember it.
