I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

Clink!

The door opened, and walking in with Ha Joon and Mordred was Gwenevere.

She stepped to the side, allowing Ha Joon to walk deeper into the dark room.

"So this is where Morgana stays, huh?" Ha Joon spoke, looking around the dark space.

"Ever since she fell unconscious," replied Mordred.

Gwenevere walked towards the curtain and gently pulled it open so the sunlight could make the room more visible.

With the room now lighting up, Ha Joon could clearly see the beautiful woman sleeping on the bed.

She had long black hair, and her lips were soft despite having a crisp texture due to lack of hydration.

Looking at her, Ha Joon couldn't help but see the resemblance between her and Mordred, which was to be expected since Mordred was born from both Artoria and Morgana's cells.

"Would you like me to bring anything else?" asked Gwenevere.

"No, you can leave us," Mordred replied.

After bowing her head, Gwenevere silently walked away, though she was definitely curious as to why the king of Camelot wanted to see Morgana.

Mordred looked at Ha Joon after Gwenevere left. "Are you sure about this?"

"Sure about what? Healing your aunt, and my sister-in-law? Of course I am. Why does everyone keep doubting me these days?" Ha Joon grunted before walking toward Morgana's bed and sitting beside her.

"S-sorry, it's just, doctors all around Tavert have tried to heal her, but none have been able to for years. So it's kinda overwhelming to just realize you can do it." Mordred looked to the side.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough, now won't we?"

Ha Joon first began to use his thumb to rub her lips.

'Oh wow, her lips really are soft just like I thought. Damn, the Pendragon family has a lot of pretty girls.'

[To apply the elixir, you need to make lip-to-lip contact, so licking the lips is really your only option.]

'The fuck?! Why didn't you mention this before?'

[Ciel only just saw the face of the individual, and her knowledge was updated. The excess mana is still in her brain, and while the elixir will heal the damage that has been cursed, if the source of the damage remains, it will be of no use. Kissing her will pull the excess mana into your body.]

Ha Joon frowned a bit. 'I'm seriously going to kiss my sister-in-law. That sounds so wrong... let's do it!'

He pointed at Mordred. "Turn to the wall."

"What do you mean turn to the wall?" Mordred asked.

"Literally what it says, turn to the wall and don't turn back until I tell you to."

Mordred grunted a bit. "You... Don't tell me you want to do something sexual to my aunt!"

"Hey!" Ha Joon faced her fully. "I am your king, and I demand you not be correct. Now turn around! That's an order!"

Mordred's eyes shifted from Ha Joon to her aunt before she sighed. "Y-yes, Your Majesty." She glared at him but eventually faced the wall.

"Don't worry, it's nothing as perverted as you're thinking."

Ha Joon opened the elixir bottle and began to pour the substance inside his mouth.

"I don't know, Your MAJESTY. You tend to be full of surprises," Mordred responded, fighting the urge to turn around and check what he was doing.

"Hmm!"

Ha Joon leaned closer to Morgana, one hand for balance and the other on her soft white cheek.

Gently, Ha Joon locked his lips with hers before passing the liquid from his mouth to Morgana's.

He kept at it, his eyes closed to avoid looking her dead in the eyes.

Finally—

[You have successfully passed on the elixir.]

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_Flashback_

"Artoria! Stand up straight!"

"Y-yes, Father..." the girl sobbed.

"Don't cry! You're not like the rest of them. As king of Camelot, you should always be level-headed. Pick up your sword!" the man, Uther Pendragon, shouted.

"Yes... Father." _Sniff._

Little Artoria bent to pick up her blade, wiping the tears from her face.

"Let's go again!"

"Ahh!" Artoria launched at her father, stern-faced to hold back the tears.

Meanwhile, Morgana watched from the castle window, holding a teddy bear close to her chest.

Sighing, the young Morgana walked out of her room and made her way to her stepsister Artoria's room.

Opening the door, she sprinted towards the drawers and opened one of them, bringing out a necklace from within.

A smile formed on her face as she knelt on the ground after tossing the teddy bear aside.

All her life, she had felt like the outsider of the family. Her father paid her no attention; she was simply the bastard child of the family. Even if she wanted to fight for the throne or work hard for it like Artoria was, she knew no one would stand by her.

Morgana had been bothered by it all her life despite being a young girl, but her worries faded when she found the locket Artoria had been keeping safe.

Click!

She opened it, the light from inside immediately enveloping everything around her.

Not long after, she found herself kneeling in the middle of a different room with strange objects around her.

Her smile widened even more—this was not the first time she had been there.

"Yes, Mom, I'll sleep early today!" a male voice echoed.

"Ha Joon..." Morgana whispered softly.

The door to the room burst open, and 11-year-old Ha Joon walked in.

He was excited, bringing out his toys and playing with them in the center of the room, right close to Morgana.

He couldn't see her.

She could see him, her eyes filled with so much obsession it was almost impossible for one not to notice.

"Ha Joon..." she called out again, her hand resting on his cheek. "I promise we'll meet. I'll make sure of it. Artoria can have Father's love, she can have the kingdom and even the people's love... But you, you belong to me. I'll make sure of it."

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A\\N

Sorry for the delay.