The next morning…

"Master, it's time to get up."

A gentle male voice woke Marika from her deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of emerald eyes and a touch of pure white gold. Under the morning light, the two seemed to sparkle like gems.

"Hmm...? Bedivere?"

Marika's head was still a little groggy at this time.

"Master, it's already morning! It's time to get up."

Bedivere's gentle voice reminded him tirelessly.

"Yeah...I know, I know."

Raising herself up from Bedivere's solid chest and resting her head on her right hand, Marika blinked her eyes to wake herself up. Looking at her dashing lover under her, Marika couldn't help but raise a mischievous smile on her face, and then placed a gentle kiss on Bedivere's lips.

"This is a good morning kiss for you, Darling~"

Marika's charming voice teased him. Bedivere immediately blushed when faced with such an active display of love, and there was a sense of confusion and panic on his face. It was almost a bit feminine, perhaps that is part of the reason she liked him so much? Marika couldn't stop with such a cute reaction.

"Heh, I don't think I would ever get tired of seeing your blushing face, Darling."

Marika continued to observe Bedivere's reaction with her mischievous eyes. For some reason, when Marika called him with that erotic voice, Bedivere felt as if an electric current was passing through half of his body, making his whole body tingle. Moreover, Marika is slightly bigger than Bedivere, so being by her side is like being sheltered under the wings of a dragon, giving him an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"Master, please stop teasing me..."

Bedivere complained shyly with a red face.

"Yes, yes~my Darling~"

Marika continued to answer teasingly. Bedivere's innocent look was too much to her liking, and her left hand slid restlessly on his well toned yet slim abs.

"Darling? Does that mean something?"

Regarding this title, although Bedivere roughly understood what Marika meant, he still asked unconsciously.

"Of course it's a little nickname given to the person I love the most~!"

Marika replied with a coy smile.

"Master gave me a pet name? Well then...Master, if that is the case, may I–I also give you a pet name? Of course only in private..."

"Okay~"

"Hmm...then...my love?"

Bedivere thought carefully for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Pfft! Hahahahaha~ What?! Never expect something so cheesy!"

"Master, please don't laugh at me like this..."

Wiping away her tears from laughter, Marika said between giggles:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-hehe-ha...but forget about 'my love' and all that. Well...how about, you can just keep calling me Master as before. I kind of like that special feeling it gives me when I hear it from you."

Hearing such praise, Bedivere eagerly and with some slight embarrassment gave it a try.

"Then...Master?"

"Oh damn it! Why do you have to be so cute!"

Overtaken by his sheer cuteness, Marika lunged towards Bedivere again and kissed him again. Marika never felt more happy than this very moment. In her previous life, she lived a lonely life day after day, but in this life she found the lover who made her life happy. Only those who have endured the cold loneliness unique to that modern society can realize how precious this burning love is. This love is unique to Marika. It is something that filled an empty feeling in her mind that she never thought too deeply about before. But now she can't ignore it, and pushed her to throw aside that slight embarrassment she felt from her past life. It is not the hazy feeling in her memories that the original Marika used to have for Godfrey, but belongs to her as a new person. Someone who refuses to let go of Bedivere.

Thinking about the future of Bedivere and her children made her full of motivation for the future. Morgott can live in the world with dignity and ease. Malenia and Radahn with enough work might be able to put aside their past grudges. The Scarlet Rot in both of them also needs to be rid of. Miquela will be reunited with his beloved sister. It would be even better if Godwyn could get rid of the curse of the death blight and be resurrected. Ranni probably already flew off into the unknown with her Tarnished consort, so it's best not to disturb them. Freeing Rykard from his snake form could be possible with the system's help. As for Mohg, well…let's just say she has a lot of work she has to go through with him.

No matter what, in order to make her family and many of her citizens happy, Marika decided that she must first turn her country into a paradise on earth in this troubled world. And if she and Bedivere do eventually have a child of their own in the future, it would be great if the child could grow up in a country without war.

"Master... um... Master, that's it... you really should get up and work, we have an early morning meeting today!"

Although Bedivere enjoyed being intimate with his lover, his inner sense of responsibility still drove him to gently push Marika away. Although Marika's face turned slightly disappointed, she quickly put on her mischievous smile.

"Hmm...Okay. Then help me wash my body!"

"Eh!? Uh...uh, of-of course."

Blushing, he agreed to Marika's teasing request. Bedivere quickly used his magecraft to put on his usual clothes and went to get a bucket and washing cloth. In the Middle Ages, when showers had not yet been invented, this was the only way people wanted to take a quick shower. But Marika doesn't hate this way of cleaning. Why? Do you still need to ask? Having your favorite person rub and bathe your body is the most erotic experience second only to sex. How can it not be exciting?

Marika sat down on the bench, and Bedivere wiped her body obediently. His eyes were wandering the whole time, and his face was even redder than before. It was obvious that they had made a lot of noise together last night, but for Bedivere, who had little experience in love, this kind of play made him extremely embarrassed.

After washing and getting dressed, Bedivere took a comb to comb her long golden hair.

"Darling…"

At this moment, Marika started to fidget with impatience, her face turned red and she spoke with excitement.

"What's wrong? Master?"

"Shall we... make our relationship official and then get married after a while? Only if you want to of course? I…I hate to force you…"

Marika asked tentatively.

"Well...Master...I'm really happy to be with you. But if we do get married and announce our relationship...I hope you can wait a little longer before we approach that step."

After hearing Marika's surprising statement, Bedivere was surprisingly not panicked, but responded relatively calmly.

"Eh? Why not? Are you still worried about your identity?"

Hearing Bedivere's rejection, Marika suddenly felt panicked in her mind.

'Shit! I sounded way too desperate there! I was just hoping that we could tie down our relationship for good. Now I just sound crazy!'

"It's not that, it's just...do you remember what I said last night?"

Bedivere's hands began to steadily tie Marika's hair into a long braid as he spoke.

"Are you saying there is no merit? I suppose you're right. I was being too hasty there..."

Marika quickly understood Bedivere's concerns. Indeed, Bedivere has not performed particularly well since he was summoned. This is not because of his lack of ability. On the contrary, historically Bedivere was actually an outstanding general with both wisdom and courage. But as Marika's personal bodyguard, Bedivere really had no chance to perform. If Marika was in a hurry to marry him now, everyone would be dissatisfied. Becoming Marika's husband means inheriting the throne of Elden Lord. In the eyes of the people in the border area who respect the strong, Bedivere's fame and achievements so far are really not impressive compared to Godfrey and Radagon. The identity of the Knights of the Round Table does not have much effect on the people in the Lands Between who are not familiar with the history of the Type-moon world. Therefore, the only way to silence the doubters is to let Bedivere show what he is really capable of on the battlefield. An idea that Marika is not particularly fond of.

"So Darling, your current idea is to find a way to make a contribution?"

"Yes. I want to prove that I am a man worthy of you, Master. To this end, I will work hard. Even if it means risking my life."

At this time, Bedivere gently hugged Marika and promised her in an affectionate and sincere tone.

"Please, don't say anything about risking your life, it's bad luck!"

Surprisingly, Marika turned around and held his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her.

"Master..."

"Listen up, Darling. I will try to find opportunities for you to make merit in the future. I can accept our relationship being kept secret for the time being. But you must remember that merit is not the reason why I like you, it is your personality. The moment I fell in love with you, you were already the best in my heart. So I won't allow you to take unnecessary risks for me, do you understand?"

Marika also put on a serious expression at this time and gave Bedivere serious instructions.

"Yes–Yes ma'am."

Marika's sudden assertive move made Bedivere subconsciously agree.

"Good boy."

After hearing the answer she wanted, Marika let go of him with satisfaction.

For the next whole day, Marika seemed to be surrounded by happiness. The Queen, who usually wore a slight smile at most, would show a happy giggle from time to time, leaving all the ministers and her friends confused. The only thing that can be confirmed is that Marika seems to be in a good mood. As for why, this can only be left to their imagination.