My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 38: Artoria's Sudden Change

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"Today is the first time I meet Teacher Mellie. My adoptive father asked me to maintain proper etiquette. The other party is the national teacher of Camelot and the guide of the king. I must be polite."

In the manor belonging to Sir Ector, within Artoria's room, the young girl lay on her bed, dressed neatly for the occasion. Artoria, only seven years old, was frail but already exhibited the beginnings of extraordinary beauty beneath her golden hair.

Even among countless heroines known for their charm and elegance, Artoria's allure could pave her way through the fiercest competition. Though still a child, her future as a stunning beauty was undeniable.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. Exhausted from a day of rigorous training, Artoria quickly entered the realm of dreams—a place unlike anything she had ever seen.

"Where is this?"

She found herself in a sea of flowers bathed in golden sunlight, resembling a perfect dreamscape. Unsure if this was truly real, she cautiously explored the breathtaking scenery, captivated by its ethereal beauty.

"This is Avalon."

A sudden voice broke her thoughts. Startled, Artoria looked up to see a pair of eyes as radiant as the stars.

Before her stood a young man of extraordinary charm, his presence commanding yet warm.

"Though the dream training ground itself is not significant, I thought it might be better for you to see Avalon in advance. After all, this place is likely to become the heart of Britain in the future," he said gently.

"Ah, I might have said too much. You may not understand it all yet, but that's fine. There is plenty of time ahead—I will teach you everything slowly."

With a kind smile, he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Artoria. I am your future teacher. My name is..."

"Reinhard Pendragon, the King of Glory."

Facing the young Artoria, Elric introduced himself with a smile.

And so, a new chapter in Artoria's life began.

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[Young Artoria was astonished by your appearance. The name of the King of Glory was already renowned across Britain, and even a seven-year-old like her had heard tales of your greatness.]

[Mellie soon appeared beside you. Although Artoria was initially confused about why she had two teachers, she obeyed your instructions diligently and refrained from mentioning your existence to Sir Ector.]

[Guiding Artoria in her magical training, you were no longer the youthful emperor who had first arrived in Britain. Over the years, you had become a symbol of wisdom and strength.]

[In contrast to the unreliable and often lazy Mellie, you proved to be a much more dependable mentor. With both you and Mellie instructing her, alongside occasional visits from Vivian and Morgan, Artoria's growth was remarkable.]

[Time flew by, and before long, the little girl blossomed into a radiant young lady. Within Avalon, Artoria transformed from a fragile child into a poised and beautiful woman.]

[Thanks to your magic and proper nourishment, Artoria was no longer a malnourished peasant girl but a king in the making.]

[Even when compared to renowned beauties like Morgan, Vivian, and Mellie, Artoria is not inferior.]

[Artoria is simply a legend. Her very existence feels like a perfect masterpiece, sculpted by the world in its pursuit of perfection. Her beauty, her talent, her character, her will…]

[Everything about her is flawless.]

[Compared to the indecisive king from the original tale, the Artoria under your guidance embodies the true essence of a ruler in the Court of Avalon.]

[Yes, because of your influence, Artoria's temperament aligns more closely with that of a genuine king.]

[When faced with difficult choices, she does not falter. She is prepared to sacrifice everything and pursue victory with unwavering resolve.]

[For Artoria in this world, saving Britain is her mission. As long as Britain can endure, and as long as she can secure victory, she is willing to abandon everything.]

[Killing? Sacrifice? Even the destruction of her own existence or the ascension of another king—none of it matters, as long as Britain survives. Artoria will accept it all.]

[Of course, all this still seems far away for the young girl she is now.]

["Teacher, I'm back."]

[Now fifteen years old, Artoria is no longer bound to simple studies. She has set her sights on the entirety of Britain and ventures into the world on her own.]

[After another successful return, the eager girl rushes to you, reporting the results of her latest journey to her most beloved teacher.]

["Teacher, I failed in my mission to defeat those giants this time, but I don't regret it."]

[Just as she did when she was a child, Artoria nestles close to you, her face free of any frustration from her failure.]

["Oh? Can you tell me what happened?"]

["Of course, teacher."]

[Nodding earnestly, Artoria explains how, upon reaching the lands invaded by giants, she discovered that the giants were not the real threat. The true menace was the inept rulers of those lands.]

["So, you killed the ruler and freed all the oppressed people?" You smile, noting how different Artoria is now. If it were the king from the original tale, she might have been shackled by rules and traditions.]

["No, I didn't do that, teacher." Shaking her head, Artoria continues: "I am not the king of that land, merely a knight. I cannot make decisions on behalf of its people without their consent. Instead, I rallied the giants and the oppressed, armed them, and let them decide their own future."]

["They chose to overthrow the tyrant and executed him, but because the tyrant's death meant my mission failed, I was unable to succeed this time."]

[To your surprise, Artoria exceeded your expectations. You realize this young girl has grown into a true king. Reflecting on the years spent educating her, you find that your efforts have not only borne fruit but succeeded beyond your imagination.]

["Hehe, teacher, I'm amazing!"]

[Nestling into your embrace, Artoria behaves like a child once more.]

[But she is no longer the same child she once was—she has grown.]

[And as the girl grows, her eyes, too, are changing.]

[From the initial respect, admiration, curiosity, and loyalty to something deeper: love, tenderness, longing, and… confusion.]

[To Artoria, you are not just her teacher—you are everything.]