Reaching out to accept this divine weapon renowned in the future and throughout history, Souya did not eagerly attempt to draw it immediately. Instead, he looked up at Morgan with a puzzled expression.
"Lady Morgan, did you not say this sword was to be left for Arthur or Vortigern? Furthermore, the ownership of the sword is a crucial part of your plan, is it not?"
"You seem to have missed my first sentence, Lamorak."
Morgan turned her head to look at Souya, her spectral-blue eyes as deep as the ocean.
"I said, as long as someone can pull out the Holy Sword, no matter who they are, be it a knight or a farmer, as long as they can pull it out, I will give the Holy Sword to them."
"This statement applies to you as well."
She slowly sat on the bed, her fair, long legs clad in black stockings with suspenders crossed over one another. The expression on her face was indescribable, yet it made Souya's heart race.
"Come, Lamorak. Let me see your strength."
"As you command, my Queen."
Since things had reached this point, Souya no longer hesitated over unnecessary thoughts. He gripped the hilt of the Holy Sword with one hand and steadied the scabbard, 'Avalon', with the other, exerting all his strength.
However, reality was harsh. Even when Souya used his entire body's strength and magical energy to attempt drawing or resonating with the Holy Sword, Excalibur remained stuck as if bound by some bizarre energy, utterly unable to be unsheathed.
"It seems it still will not work."
Ultimately, Souya could only helplessly put down the Holy Sword and step aside with regret.
In truth, it was quite normal upon reflection. This was a divine weapon forged with the participation of the Will of the Planet, a symbol representing the world's recognition and acceptance.
At the same time, it possessed the two concepts of 'domination' and 'destruction' from the core themes of Celtic mythology. It was the symbol of a hero's power, the pinnacle among Holy Swords.
That is, the weapon of the King of Kings, the sword of swords.
It was fundamentally impossible for him to draw such a thing.
After all, if an 'alien' like him who transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe could be recognized by the Will of the Planet in place of Artoria, it would truly be laughable.
"Not even you? It seems the so-called fairy prophecy holds a certain degree of credibility after all."
Although she inherently did not harbor high expectations regarding whether Souya could draw the Holy Sword of the Planet, Morgan still felt somewhat surprised upon seeing him—arguably the most outstanding knight in all of Britain today—fail to move the Holy Sword despite exerting all his strength.
However, she quickly smoothed over this emotion and then spoke calmly.
"In that case, there is no need to pay too much attention to this sword. Leave it be and await the arrival of that incubus."
Hearing the word 'incubus' from Morgan's mouth, Souya naturally understood who she was referring to.
However, as cunning as Merlin was, would he truly risk being trapped and killed by Morgan just for the Holy Sword, coming all the way to her stronghold, the impregnable city of Camelot?
Souya expressed deep doubts about this. After all, Merlin's modus operandi was well known to everyone.
Yet, when Souya brought this question to Morgan's attention, her answer was extremely resolute, even absolute.
"There is no need to worry excessively. Given Merlin's conviction in his prophecy, he will definitely not abandon this Holy Sword."
Morgan answered Souya decisively. After speaking, she waved her hand at the Holy Sword of the Planet in his grasp.
The next moment, Souya smelled faint wafts of a delicate fragrance emanating from it.
It was the fragrance of flower petals.
Seeing this, Souya understood that Merlin had long ago left a mark on the Holy Sword. Relying on this mark, he would definitely find Souya and Morgan.
Morgan had discovered this early on, which was why she was so certain.
"Well then, since there is nothing else to ask, I am going to rest."
Seeing Souya's furrowed brows relax, Morgan said no more. She proceeded to undress herself, shedding her black formal gown until only her undergarments remained, and then lay down in the large velvet bed.
Upon hearing Morgan's words, Souya also began to undress himself in a completely natural manner.
"I do not believe I said you could sleep with me tonight."
Morgan turned her head. Her gaze swept over Souya's perfect muscle lines, and although a glint flashed in her eyes, she still feigned composure.
"Lady Morgan, you once said that I must serve you every night from then on and bring you pleasure."
Souya answered without changing his expression.
By now, he had completely stripped off his clothes. The body that Morgan had toyed with and ravaged countless times was once again exposed to her eyes.
"...Lamorak, have I paid too much attention to you, causing you to entertain unrealistic thoughts?"
She felt the mattress beside her slightly depress, followed by a hot body lying down next to her.
Morgan inexplicably felt her face grow hot. Even though they had done this countless times, that peculiar emotion still surged and flooded her heart.
"I will not fall in love with you, Lamorak."
Morgan turned away, forcefully restraining the desire that had equally ignited within her heart.
However, this action resulted in Souya wrapping his arm around her waist, embracing her from behind.
At the same time, his deep and husky voice sounded by Morgan's ear.
"It is fine, Lady Morgan. As long as I love you, it is enough."
It was another night of pleasure and silence.
Facts proved that Morgan's understanding of Merlin was very accurate.
After only half a month, Merlin learned from the Faerie Queenes that the Holy Sword of the Planet had been taken by Morgan.
And naturally, he also learned of Morgan's promise.
Even knowing that Morgan would not do something so meaningless, nor would she be kind enough to hand the sword directly to Arthur without demanding anything in return, Merlin was forced by circumstance to seek out Morgan.
It was just that, as Souya had said, cunning as he was, Merlin naturally understood that if he came to Camelot in person, he would likely be suppressed by Morgan on the spot. Therefore, he chose to visit Morgan by entering her dreams.
That night, Souya only smelled a waft of floral fragrance drifting in from outside the window. Then, Morgan, who was resting beside him during an intermission, closed her eyes and fell asleep as if she had sensed something.
Uninvited by Merlin, Souya did not know what they discussed in the dream. He only knew that when Morgan opened her eyes again, the corners of her mouth bore the smile of a victor.
"Look forward to it, Lamorak."
Morgan turned her head. Her sapphire-like eyes held the confidence of someone holding the winning ticket.
She caressed Souya's cheek and spoke.
"In this battle for the royal authority of Britain, I will be the true winner."