One With Nature 2

Pretty Eyes: 2

It's been a month since the wedding. Things have mostly calmed down.

Most villages and cities in Britain have already sworn loyalty to King Arthur. The ones that didn't have either sided with King Lot or been destroyed by Vortigern.

I think Artoria is preparing for a move against Vortigern. She's been studying his territory and sending scouts to study the borders. The fact she's looking for more knights for the Round Table makes me think she's preparing for something big.

But that wasn't my current problem.

My current problem is that, when I came back to my puppet body after relaxing in my real one for the night. I didn't find myself in Camelot. Instead, I found myself staring at nothing but sand as far as the eye can see.

Standing up, I looked around, trying to see where I am. Obviously a desert, but I must have been in the very middle because there was literally nothing around. I was only wondering what the puppet body is doing there for a few seconds before the smell of flowers hit me.

"Oh, you piece of shit!" I cried out, aiming it at a certain Mage of Flowers.

Third POV:

Looking at the message in her hand, Artoria hummed. The reports from her scouts had confirmed that she can no longer take any chances with Vortigern. He was growing more hostile and getting closer.

Her thoughts trailed back to potential knights to join the Round Table. Lancelot had recently told her that he had a prodigy that was like a son to him, but he also said that he was still too young, so she decided to simply keep an eye on them for now.

A knight named Brunor had been making a strong impact, and Guinevere had suggested Cador, who was an exceptional knight himself despite being a bit old. Though, Artoria supposed she shouldn't only look for young candidates.

"Your majesty, Sir Kay and Sir Gawain returned with refugees from the villages in the south," Bedivere stated as he walked to her side.

Artoria smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Bedivere. I will meet with them shortly. For now, tell the knights to tend to the refugees."

Her loyal knight nodded before turning to leave. Before he takes one step towards the gates of the throne room, however, they were burst open by Zack, who looked furious.

"You Incubus bastard!" He yelled.

Artoria slowly turned her confused gaze towards Merlin, who simply smiled at Zack. "Ah, good morning. Did you enjoy your trip? I thought surely you'd try getting a tan."

"You left me in the freaking Empty Quarter!" Zack cried out, marching towards Merlin.

"Oh, is that what that desert is called?" Merlin asked, uncaring that Zack was getting closer.

When Zack reached Merlin, the Mage moved back and stood on the other side of Artoria's throne. When Zack attempted to go around the throne, Merlin did the same in the other direction, ensuring that Artoria and her throne would always be between them.

Artoria herself sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose. The two people that are meant to guide her in her kinghood were now running around her throne like a couple of bratty children.

"Zack, can you please go and check on Lancelot with the new recruits?" She said, attempting to defuse the situation by getting these two away from each other. "I would really like your opinion on possible recruits for the Round Table."

Zack stopped trying to go around the throne but didn't stop glaring at Merlin, who's smile didn't falter for a single second. With a huff, Zack turned around and walked out of the throne room, his feet stomping the floor.