The battle that night ended in a miserable and miserable way. Egil and Artoria fought from the bed to the ground and then from the ground to the bed. Finally, the battle ended in a very bizarre but natural way. Only at the last moment, both sides kissed and touched, and took off their clothes. When they entered Artoria's body and exposed the symbol of juvenile brilliance with mercy, Egil found that he had made a mistake.

He should have taken off the Libra ring before this.

A man and a woman once argued. The woman said: You will never feel the pain of our "beep" than the pain after exposing it. But it seems that this is not absolute.

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That's about it. Pirated goods are pirated goods. Originally, Egil was still thinking: If pain is felt by both parties, then is it a happy thing...

But there is no at all. There will be no at all, completely disappointing this pervert.

But overall it was still very comfortable. Although Artoria still did not give up on her intention to kill Egil. Of course, it was not realized in the end because of Egil's strong resistance. After Egil did not resist, Artoria also sadly found that she had been tossed and no strength was left.

Egil had already gotten up, went to the side to roam the bell, and asked the maid who had been waiting outside the house for a long time to bring in the bath water.

"I, I had a relationship before..." Artoria looked at Egil and jumped into a large wooden barrel filled with hot water. Then she hesitated for a moment and said this.

"Just forget it - do you need to wash it together?" Egil asked without looking back.

"..." Artoria walked silently behind Egil, and then with a "Oh!", Egil pulled her into the bathtub.

"It's very comfortable, right? Take a hot shower after the intense exercise." Egil said, rubbing Artoria's chest and then complained: "Well, I've eaten a lot in recent times, but I don't feel much bigger at all."

"...Do you want to die once?"

"No need, thank you."

It seemed that he was helpless with a scoundrel like Egil. Artoria leaned directly on Elgi's shoulder and relaxed.

"Hey." After a while, when Egil seemed to be about to fall asleep, Artoria suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" Egil shook a little, then woke up and asked.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked Artoria.

"Marry you." Egil said for granted.

"Are you sure?" Artoria asked.

"Is it strange?" Egil asked back.

"No." Artoria then asked, "So, why do you want to marry me?"

"Because you're so cute." Egil said for granted.

"Is it just because I am pretty?" The queen was a little strange, because speaking of it, her appearance was not very similar to the mainstream aesthetics in Europe today. She can only say that she looks ordinary and is definitely not a beauty.

"In addition, there is also personality." Egil said after thinking about it: "I appreciate your way of doing things. Although it is a little rough, if you debug it a little, it will produce very good results."

"...Is that true?" Artoria chuckled: "I remember, you are not a good person either."

"Let each other." Egil laughed too.

Then, there was a kiss. Although not many times, due to the influence of various "beeps" and "beeps" in later generations, Egil's experience value was obviously not comparable to that of a young man like Artoria. He soon felt uncomfortable - or rather, very comfortable.

"Then, I have something to tell you before this." Artoria stared at Egil's eyes, thinking to herself that if this guy didn't agree, he would kill him and commit suicide.

"What's the matter?" Egil asked.

"Did you see the scar on my abdomen?" Artoria asked.

"Is this here?" Egil touched it gently.

"...That's right." Artoria's face looked a little rosy.

"Don't worry. Or, it's better to make a little wilder than a little video," Egil said.

"I can't have children anymore." Artoria said very directly.

"...Eh?" Egil didn't seem to understand very much.

"I mean, I will never be able to have a baby in my life." Artoria said more directly.

"That's it..." Egil burst out laughing: "Hahahahahahaha... are you worried about this kind of thing?"

"All women will worry about this kind of thing." Artoria's face became increasingly ugly, and she was already thinking about whether she should tie Egil's neck now and strangle him to death.

"No - there is no need to worry at all, or this is better." Egil hugged Artoria hard: "It's the most annoying thing about children - it's okay if it's a girl. If it's a boy, it's annoying. It's best not to have children."

"Are you sure you think so?" Artoria asked in surprise, because Egil's postmodern concept is much worse than the mainstream concept in the Middle Ages. Today's people - whether they are kings, nobles, civilian slaves, etc., want their children as many as possible. It seems that Egil's opinion of his son is almost unique.

"So, the protagonist is sometimes very strict in age - sometimes very relaxed. When it is strict, it is not OK if it is under fourteen years old. When it is relaxed, it is OK as long as you don't have children." Egil said: "No matter how old you are, as long as you don't have children, you will feel that you are still young. There is no problem at all - on the contrary, if someone suddenly calls him grandpa when he is fifty, then no matter how ambitious you are, you will feel that the sunset is red."

"You are simply..." Artoria was completely amused and crying after hearing Egil's words.

"If it is already done, it is considered as God's punishment for you. If you still want to continue fighting, it is considered as blessing." Egil said as he approached Artoria's ear.

"It seems that it's all a result... But it seems that in this world, only a madman like you will love me sincerely." Artoria said as if she was talking to herself.

After that, the two of them took a shower and changed into clothes. Egil took off the Libra ring on his finger.

"So, you have asked me so many questions, and I'll ask you one too." Egil said, and then half-kneeled in front of Artoria: "Are you willing to marry me?"

"...It looks like a fool." Artoria didn't look like she wanted to be moved at all, and snatched the ring from Egil's hand: "But this ring is not bad. I reluctantly accepted it."

"Of course, of course, everything you say makes sense." Egil immediately stood up, his lips curled up, showing that the conspiracy was successful.

"By the engagement ring, you must always carry it," Egil added.

"knew."

In this way, although they didn't have a long relationship - but speaking of it, Egil and Artoria have known each other for several months. They also experienced many things - although most of them were not very happy. But they were also considered to be sharing weal and sad, so the emotional foundation is completely reliable, not at all sudden, and very, very rightfully - with Egil's support, Artoria quickly integrated part of the Welsh power and re-armed the Celtic people. Finally, as the Queen of the United Kingdom of Ireland-Welsh, she tied the knot with Egil.

Such news spread throughout the British Isles in a very short time - I don't know anything else. After all, the message transmission of this era is still very primitive. Egil didn't think that other lords of the continent knew about this. He wrote a letter to congratulate him, sent an envoy to attend the wedding, and gave some gifts that were completely worthless - usually local specialties - almost moldy after arrival. Come here.

It's completely meaningless.

So, Egil just used his intelligence system a little to send a letter to the diplomat No. 3, who was stationed in Rome, and ordered him to report it to the Pope. Before he could reply, he could not wait to announce that the wedding was blessed by the Pope and certified by God.

Afterwards, the wedding began, and it was snowing all over the sky. Outside London, Artoria, wearing black cursed armor and white veil, walked step by step towards the center of the church under the help of Egil, wearing silver-gray ghost armor and black cloak. She was wearing armor, hanging with sheepskin scrolls, white bird articles, and holding scepters. The warriors who watched the ceremony were all senior generals of the Celtics, Vikings and Dwarfs.
Chapter completed!