What did Grandfather say, Artoria?" Gareth asked with a curious glint in her eyes after noticing that Artoria had already departed from the palace garden.
Gareth referred to Uther as "grandfather" because she was Morgan's daughter, which technically made Artoria her aunt. However, Gareth felt too embarrassed to address Artoria as "aunt" directly, preferring instead to call her either "Artoria" or "sister." The title of "aunt" just seemed too formal and awkward for their relationship, in her opinion, especially their age was very similar.
"He wants us to hunt down the vampires that have recently been rumored to be responsible for the horrific massacre at the church," Artoria explained, her voice steady with resolve.
"So, what's our plan of action?" Gareth asked, eager to hear more details.
"We will hunt them down, of course. I'll ask Kay to join us as well. He should be of great assistance," Artoria asserted confidently, her words carrying a sense of determination.
Gareth nodded in agreement with the rough outline of the plan that had been laid out before them.
"By the way," Gareth added after a moment of contemplation, "don't you think your father's maid is a bit of a pervert?"
She couldn't help but recall the maid's attire—skimpy and revealing to an almost scandalous degree. Even Gareth, with her usual composure, had felt a bit embarrassed just looking at it.
The maid's lace stockings had been in full view, an image that Gareth couldn't shake from her mind.
How on earth did that maid have the audacity to serve the noble king—her own grandfather—while dressed in such erotic attire?
It was baffling.
Gareth felt a surge of anger over the maid's poor choice of fashion, and she had been tempted to question the maid directly about her clothing.
However, in the end, her rationality took control, and she chose not to make a scene in her grandfather's residence.
She ultimately decided to leave the maid alone with Artoria and instead went outside to seek some fresh air.
"She's not as bad as you think," Artoria responded, clearly not understanding the implications of Gareth's concerns.
Furthermore, Artoria wasn't the type to judge someone's character based on their clothing choices.
As revealing and erotic as the maid's attire was, Artoria had long grown accustomed to such styles—especially since her sister, Morgan, frequently wore similarly provocative outfits.
It was simply something she had learned to accept over time.
"But..." Gareth began, wanting to voice her concern about why the maid would choose to wear such an erotic outfit, especially in the presence of her grandfather.
Given that she was his personal maid, it seemed all the more suspicious.
Was the woman attempting to seduce her grandfather?
The thought made Gareth uneasy.
Suspicious…
Artoria, however, merely shrugged, showing little concern.
She remained focused on the task at hand, determined to fulfill her father's mission.
Gareth, unable to shake her own worries, followed Artoria closely, walking side by side with her as they prepared for the hunt ahead.
...
"How?" King Uther asked, his eyes fixated on the figure of Baobhan Sith standing before him, her body wrapped in revealing and scandalous maid attire.
Her cheeks burned with a deep blush of shame under the intensity of his lecherous gaze.
The erotic nature of her outfit left little to the imagination, and she could feel the weight of his stare devouring her with every second.
"She has already made preparations for her departure, King Uther..." Baobhan Sith reluctantly informed him, her voice trembling slightly as she maintained her composure.
As she dutifully reported on her monitoring at Artoria, King Uther's hand, driven by lust and power, snaked beneath her short skirt.
Without warning, he lifted it, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her firm, round buttocks to his hungry eyes.
The crotchless panties she wore only added to the erotic display, leaving her most intimate areas exposed for his pleasure.
Her lace stockings swayed seductively with her every movement, tantalizing him further.
His cock twitched and hardened at the sight, the arousal coursing through him too strong to ignore.
Without a moment's hesitation, his large, calloused hand grasped her rear, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she continued to deliver her report.
Even as she detailed the conversation between Artoria and Gareth, King Uther's hand ventured lower, sliding between her thighs.
His fingers found their way inside her wet entrance, thrusting without care or concern.
The sudden, invasive act caused Baobhan Sith to let out a soft, involuntary gasp, her composure faltering.
"You..." she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration and irritation.
She had been trying to carry out her duties with some semblance of professionalism, but this man, this king, had turned the situation into something vulgar and degrading.
Her annoyance was evident, but so was the undeniable pleasure building inside her.
Before she could fully protest, King Uther pushed her down over the table, her body bent at his mercy.
He positioned himself behind her, and without further delay, he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, taking her without any semblance of restraint.
Baobhan Sith couldn't suppress her moans any longer.
Each thrust sent waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through her body, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as King Uther continued his relentless assault from behind.
The table creaked beneath her as she braced herself, torn between her anger at his audacity and the undeniable heat building in her core.