My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 25: My Name Is Morgan

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In the evening, Morgan, having finished dressing up, looked completely transformed. She wore her favorite black dress and, under the guidance of the head maid, made her way to the palace banquet.

The banquet at the City of Glory exuded both artistic elegance and solemn refinement. Within the grand hall, an opulent spread of fine wine and gourmet delicacies awaited the guests.

The tantalizing aroma of the dishes filled the air, while the exquisite taste of the wines astonished Morgan.

At this point, the banquet was still in the preparation stage, and many guests had yet to arrive.

Yes, many guests.

The recent meteoric rise of the City of Glory had attracted considerable attention. It wasn't just King Uther who sought to forge ties with the new ruler—Morgan had heard rumors that over twenty envoys had visited the City of Glory in the past fortnight alone.

This banquet, it seemed, was organized specifically to host the various envoys. Morgan also heard whispers that the King of Glory had little personal interest in such gatherings and rarely attended them unless necessary.

Finding a quiet table in a secluded corner, Morgan sat down and began sampling the food. Her imposing aura kept others at a respectful distance, leaving her to dine in peace.

Yet, the chatter of the nearby guests carried easily to her ears.

"Have you heard? That woman over there is the witch from Camelot."

"Yes, I've heard. Why would King Uther send such a calamity here?"

"I know! The witch's name is Morgan le Fay, King Uther's daughter. They say since her birth, he's had no other heirs."

"How terrifying! She really must be cursed."

"Exactly. Only King Glory would dare take in such a witch. No one else would allow her to step foot in their lands."

"Old King Uther must have lost his mind. Of all the things to send, he chooses a witch?"

"Hush, don't speak too loudly! She's still a princess, and look at her—she's stunning. Maybe..."

Morgan's magical prowess allowed her to hear every word from afar. Though outwardly composed, she inwardly scoffed at the pettiness of these envoys.

[To think these pathetic fools represent their clans. They're no better than jesters. Compared to the people of the City of Glory, whom I observed earlier, they're leagues behind.]

"Captain Gazef has arrived."

"Marquis Brian has arrived..."

The murmurs quieted as the banquet hall's attention shifted. Several notable figures had entered, led by the valiant knight Gazef, renowned as one of the King of Glory's strongest champions, and the cunning Marquis Brian, known for his political acumen.

"Ah, Lord Gazef! Do you remember the anti-bandit campaign in Kalm Forest three years ago? I was fortunate enough to fight alongside you!"

"Marquis Brian, it's been a while! Do you recall our collaboration on equipment exports? Were you satisfied with the results?"

As the envoys flocked to the two prominent officials, their attempts to curry favor were almost desperate, a spectacle of sycophantic flattery.

In contrast, Morgan remained unbothered, her expression calm and detached. The proud witch had no interest in mingling with such shallow individuals.

She observed the scene with growing boredom, mentally likening the gathering to a troupe of clowns.

"Hey, you think they're dull too, don't you?"

A sudden voice interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Morgan turned to find a young man standing beside her, his presence unnoticed until now.

"Why are you staring at me like that? You didn't want to attend this party either, did you?"

He was strikingly handsome, with deep, piercing eyes and sharp, noble features. His understated robe didn't immediately reveal his identity, but the luxurious fabric suggested it was made of the finest materials.

It was the first time Morgan had been spoken to by a peer of the opposite sex. She was stunned and felt an unprecedented calmness radiating from the other person. It was a presence that made her feel inexplicably happy.

And it was full of an intoxicating fragrance, like some kind of most precious treasure.

"Well, I was also forced to come to this banquet."

It was indeed forced, and it was forced to come to this glorious city. Morgan didn't know what she was thinking, but it was rare for her to answer a stranger's words.

"Right, they obviously came here for power and money, but they still say it's for the happiness of their people and the prosperity of Britain. Those people are so hypocritical."

Pointing at the envoys of the major families surrounding Gazef, Brian, and other ministers, the young man picked up a piece of pizza with the tip of his knife while speaking: "This tastes good. Would you like to try it?"

"Ah? Oh… okay."

Just when she was about to agree with the young man's words, the other party's imaginative words were completely out of order.

He was obviously still talking about the envoys in the previous second, but he started talking about food in the next second.

Morgan subconsciously took the pizza handed by the other party, and her eyes lit up after taking a bite.

"How is it? Delicious, right? The crispy crust is cooked well. I think this pizza is the best pizza in the whole banquet."

Speaking very seriously about his satisfaction with the food, it seemed that in the eyes of the young man, this pizza was more important than those envoys.

"Thank you for the pizza… Come to think of it, were you also dragged here by your family?"

Looking at the young man's young age, probably about the same age as herself, Morgan thought that he was the child of a minister and was dragged to the banquet to socialize.

But it seemed that the other party had no interest in this banquet, so he found herself, who was also bored in the corner.

"By my family? Well… not really family, but I was indeed forced to come here. I didn't want to come at first, but they said I must come, otherwise, it would be meaningless."

"Alas, I know that the so-called court banquet refers to this kind of boring socializing. Compared with this… think of ways to make the people live better. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to hold a banquet anytime and anywhere?"

"Alas… you are right." Morgan also sighed and felt that what the other party said made sense.

Sitting in the corner of the banquet hall with the young man, the two incompatible people were like the protagonists of another world at this moment.

Chatting casually with the other party about some topics, Morgan found that this young man had his own unique insights on the country, politics, people's livelihood, and other things. His heart seemed as broad as the ocean, and his thoughts were as tolerant as the sky.

"By the way, my name is Morgan, Morgan Le Fay Pendragon, from Camelot. What about you?"

Suddenly she remembered that she had not introduced herself yet. This was the first time Morgan had made a friend like this young man if the two could be considered friends.

She saw a very interesting and desire to continue chatting from the other party. She thought to herself that it would be great if there was such a person in Camelot.

Or, if the King of Glory could have such a personality, then she should be very happy to contact him.