My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 40: Please Reward Me, Teacher

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["I like it. I like everything our Artoria gives me."]

[Nodding, you look at the seemingly fragile girl before you—how could you refuse her?]

[Praising Artoria for her excellent work, you reassure her that she only needs to rest now and leave everything else to you.]

["Um... Teacher, since I did so well, can I have a gift?"]

["What do you want? Tell me."]

[Helpless in the face of Artoria's playful charm, you nod in agreement.]

["Then... Then I hope the teacher can kiss me."]

[At this moment, Artoria feels an overwhelming happiness. For her, as long as she can earn your love, she is willing to give everything.]

[Yes, despite her steadfast and courageous personality, Artoria's determination is no longer directed at becoming king. Instead, her immense energy is entirely focused on you.]

[Looking at you, the most important existence in her life, Artoria begins to desire more.]

[So…]

["Teacher..."]

["What's wrong?" You meet Artoria's teary, puppy-like gaze with reassurance, giving her the confidence she needs.]

[Artoria hesitates, struggling to find the words, and simply stares at you blankly.]

[You are all too familiar with this side of Artoria. You know that her hesitation stems from the values you have nurtured in her since childhood. She needs you to guide her, to instill the courage to voice her thoughts.]

[Gently stroking her head and playing with her ahoge—something only you are allowed to touch—you assure her she can speak freely, promising to fulfill her wish as long as it's within your power.]

["Really?" Artoria's eyes brim with innocence as she looks at you with hope.]

["Really."]

["Then... then..."]

[Finally, she gathers her resolve to voice her deepest, most forbidden wish. For Artoria, everything she desires in this life converges on this moment.]

["Teacher, I hope you can make me a real woman tonight..."]

["Hey, Rhine! King Moray's envoy is here—they say King Bie has made his move and they need you to intervene immediately!"]

[The nightmare named Mellie suddenly interrupts, dashing Artoria's heartfelt confession as despair washes over her face.]

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"Rhine, King Leodogran has asked for your help. Their envoy says King Vortigern has officially launched an attack, and they're at their limit."

Mellie's voice cuts through the tension, as she rushes over in a few quick steps.

"Oh, isn't this Artoria? You're here too."

Seeing Artoria, Mellie's mood lightens. After all, having spent considerable time with her, she holds a deep fondness for the girl she helped raise.

But…

"Hello, Teacher Mellie."

Artoria's voice is mechanical and stiff, her expression clearly irritated. Mellie senses immediately that she has interrupted something critical.

"Um... Artoria, are you alright? I'll just stop talking now."

Under Artoria's icy glare, Mellie's feels an ominous foreboding. At that moment, she knows that saying even one more word might lead to her untimely demise.

Elric didn't spare a glance at Mellie's flustered expression. He had long grown used to her unreliability whenever she stayed at home.

What truly piqued his curiosity was why the Humble King, Vortigern, had suddenly decided to act so aggressively.

Logically speaking, Vortigern should have understood the insurmountable gap between himself and the City of Glory. Even if he poured all his strength into it, the outcome would remain unchanged—he wouldn't stand a chance.

Compared to Uther, Vortigern was undeniably more powerful and cunning.

If Vortigern had chosen to flee Britain, vanishing into one of the many mysterious lands of legend, Elric could have understood. But instead, he launched a large-scale attack, as though he were determined to fight to the bitter end.

What could possibly drive such a reckless decision?

"Mellie, where is the envoy from King Leodogran?"

"Ah, they're in the council hall."

Finally regaining her composure, Mellie saw Elric heading toward the council hall and immediately prepared to accompany him.

"Artoria."

Stopping suddenly, Elric called out to King Arthur, who was still lost in her own thoughts.

"Teacher…?"

Artoria had been berating herself for not speaking up sooner. If only she had been quicker, tonight could have marked her transition from the life of a mere girl to something more. But despite her regret, she understood the importance of state affairs and kept her frustrations to herself.

Upon hearing Elric's voice, her attention snapped to him.

"Come with me."

"Y-Yes! Of course!"

Hearing her teacher's call, Artoria responded with visible excitement, her earlier disappointment momentarily forgotten.

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Meanwhile, in the council hall of the City of Glory:

"Miss Guinevere, are you certain of what you're saying?"

Gazef, who stood before the stunningly beautiful girl, couldn't help but marvel at her. Even with his extensive experience and having seen many great beauties—including Queen Morgan, Princess Vivian, and Princess Mellie—he had to admit this girl surpassed them all.

Guinevere's beauty was truly extraordinary.

Though people's preferences varied—some favoring charm, others purity, some drawn to cuteness, and still others appreciating a voluptuous figure—beauty was subjective. It was rare, if not impossible, for a single individual to embody a universal ideal of perfection.

Yet Guinevere had managed it.

Her flawless face seemed like a masterpiece even the gods would hesitate to create. Her presence exuded a grace so overwhelming that it left those around her breathless, their hearts momentarily still.

Stunned by Guinevere's ethereal existence, Gazef quickly turned his attention to the troubling information she had brought.

The moment she mentioned Vortigern, he realized the gravity of the situation.

Without delay, Gazef had sent word to Mellie, requesting the envoy from King Leodogran

be brought to the council hall.

But now, Gazef needed confirmation. Looking at the breathtaking young woman before him, he couldn't suppress his urgency.

Are you saying there are two Vortigerns?

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