A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

 

Recognizing this, Argan smirked and sat back in his chair, as if waiting for death.

 “You will need the power of Fay to keep your mind intact. Without it, you will one day lose yourself. It’s not taboo in the royal family for nothing. It’s a weakness.” 

How was it different from a curse, then?

 

Argan acted as if the Duke of Fay knew nothing about the taboo of the magic sword.

 

Kellive leaned in a little closer.

 “I’ve heard that the Duke of Fay is less powerful than perfect. If so, how have you survived this long?” “The power is not perfect, but it allows this conversation to take place. If you don’t believe me, then stop.” 

Argan oddly spreads his arms and says,

“Avalon is about to fall. I don’t care who takes it. Now, kill me and take it, haha!” 

Many wanted him dead.

 

Everyone else wanted him dead.

 

To show his wounds was to reveal another weakness.

 

Everyone walked around the royal palace of Avalon with their clothes wrapped tightly around them, even if their backs were bleeding.

 

Kellive stared down at the cloth, which was, for lack of a better word, poorly wrapped.

 

He could feel his wounds closing quickly, as though using the power had done something to them.

 

At the same time, his mind cleared.

 

I had never felt uncomfortable before. But the moment the power touched him.

 

It was like being in a cage for a long time and then seeing an open space.

 

I realized how slowly I’d been falling apart since I’d gotten the Tyrving.

 

‘Perhaps the old king wasn’t wrong.’

 

If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have known, but once I felt the sensation of power, I didn’t want to let it go, like an addiction.

 

‘I think I know why he went mad.’ 

 

Kellive tried to fold his fingers, which didn’t bend easily.

 

She barely managed to poke her fingers through the fabric.

 

Embarrassed to be seen staring at her hand, Morgana hastily placed the vial of herbs on top of the cloth-wrapped hand.

 “It’s not going to kill you, but there’s no point in leaving it injured, so apply this regularly.” 

Morgana breathed an inward sigh of relief and patted her throbbing heart.

 

A scalded hand, even if he had no sword.

 

‘The Duke of Fay.’

 

 

If it wasn’t a sword wound, he wouldn’t be here today.

 

And if the wound was caused by a sword, it couldn’t have possibly been inflicted by another. 

 

Then the opponent was a wizard.

 

Avalon was the only place where there were active wizard guilds.

 

Wizard guilds were common in Britain, but they were too few and too easy to track.

 

No one would take the risk of posing as a thief…

 

The only one who would take such a risk was Duke Fay.

 

‘It wasn’t enough that you used the guild to kidnap her, now you’re sending someone else?’ 

 

The Duke of Fay’s behavior was similar to that of Morgause, who had barged into Morgana’s room as though it belonged to the family.

 

They are the same, right down to the way they ransack other people’s homes.

 

I wondered what happened to a person’s sense of decency.

 

Persuading, trading, appeasing, apologizing, bribing, threatening.

 

The Duke of Fay chose abduction again, despite all the options available to him.

 

‘Not that I expect him to listen to a word I say.’ 

 

It was fortunate that she’d gotten access to the palace at this time.

 

There are always assassination attempts on Guinevere, the security measures are tight. 

 

Even if the Duke of Fay were to kidnap her, it would not be easy to do it in the royal palace of Britain, where no one would know her.

 

‘I’d better get Percival’s work in order as soon as possible.’

 

Morgana asked casually as she organized the empty bottles.

 “Confucius, if you don’t mind, could you watch Percival for a few days? I’ll take care of your hands and keep them clean.” 

Not to say that if it wasn’t for the Duke of Fay, he might not have been injured.

 

If Percival’s mother were to come down, she might arouse suspicion, so I had better have one of the men of Avalon nailed just in case.

 

He stared down at his hands, expressionless, as if in a daze.

 

Morgana followed suit, craning her head to get into his line of sight, and waved.

 “Hello, Confucius?” “Do you have to go into the palace?” “What?” 

Morgana’s eyes narrowed at the question.

 

Kellive rolled his eyes, holding out a heavily cloth-wrapped hand.

 “My hand. I’m asking you to take charge.” 

‘Where was the guy who said he wouldn’t die?’

thought Morgana inwardly.

 

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief, but he smiled, as if revitalized.

 

She wasn’t about to ask for anything for nothing.

 

Nothing was free in this world. Labor was definitely paid for.

 “So you’re offering to heal me for a week? In exchange, I just need you to meet Percival, just a bit, just a glimpse of his face.” “I’ll take a week, but in return, the lady will have two cups of tea with me.” “Tea? What tea?” “Any tea, or you can watch me drink it. I won’t bore you.” 

Well, yeah. A handsome man could chop wood and still be handsome and amusing.

 

It’s like Confucius. The taste was luxurious.

 

Certainly in Avalon, nobles preferred herbal teas, even if they had the same potency. Maids and maidservants preferred herbal medicines.

 

‘Hmm, I guess we’ll have to split it up.’

 

Tea was something she didn’t know much about.

 

Even if she had learned something from Duke Fay of Avalon, Britain might be different.

 

I’ve seen Confucius before, and he was quite erudite, but I could learn from him.

 

Maybe about tea culture, or what he likes to drink.

 “Twice, okay! Come to think of it, we haven’t even introduced ourselves. I’m Morgana, and you’re Confucius?” “Morgana.” 

The corners of his lips curled up at the name. His voice sounded a little more cheerful than before, as if he was feeling pleased.

 “I’ll tell you my name when I finish my second cup of tea, Morgana.”  “Raon, I need you to find me a table in a spacious place just off the main street!” 

She burst through the door of the tavern, and was greeted by Raon, who seemed dying of exhaustion.

 “Again…again! They said there was another burglar!” “Confucius caught him just in time!” 

Morgana introduced him politely with both hands, and without being asked, Kellive smirked.

 “That’s what happened.” 

It was a skillful response.

 

No need to explain further, which was nice.

 

But for some reason, Raon’s face turned even more grim.

 “Yes, that’s the problem, my mercenaries can’t do anything, and even Confucius got his hand hurt?” 

How could they have thought a thief would target and kidnap a man?

 

Morgana glanced at Kellive’s bandaged hand.

 

He knew she would have undone the cloth and retied it.

 

For some reason, he’d been wearing the flimsy cloth since this morning.

 

She patted Raon’s shoulder, comforting him as he stressed and clutched at his hair.

 

Pressed against the tavern’s cocktail bar since broad daylight, he looked up with a grimace and asked.

 “Where’s the bastard, I’d like to see his face.” “Oh, he went back in the morning!” “Why did you send the man who tried to rob the mansion? You should have shaved his head or something!” “He didn’t even break in…” “Heh, you’re naive in some ways, aren’t you?” 

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she’d sent him in with herbs in his hand.

 

The way his cheeks twitched as if he were loading up for a scolding was menacing.

 

Morgana spat out the words faster than he could.

 “I, I mean the store! I hope it’s a two-story place, with separate entrances for the first and second floors!” 

Scrunching up his nose in disgust, he pushed himself up from his slump.

 

He stretched a few times to clear his stiff neck, then crumpled up a piece of paper next to him and drew some rough lines.

 

The lines roughly represented the royal highway.

 “I’ve lived and survived, and now I’m a shopkeeper. Here, look. This is the best place to buy, but it’s crowded and expensive.” “Not in the center.” 

Morgana pointed around the corner.

 

It was a little further in from the main road, so it wasn’t the best spot.

 

Still, it wasn’t off the main street, but it wasn’t without its share of passersby. In short, it was an obscure corner.

 

Raon asked, his mouth watering in disbelief.

 “Are you looking for a warehouse? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to buy it from this side?” “It’s a store, of course! I want to buy it, but will it be hard?”