Chapter 125: Jealous Artoria
Merlin lay on the desk in the office.
She didn't look like a proper court magus, more like a little demon who had wandered into the palace.
Her slender figure was charming.
Even more adorable and tempting than before.
"Artoria and I know this, and we're trying to get people to adopt new ways of living. It's currently being implemented."
"Eh, like accepting the blood of other races and planting foreign crops? That's a good idea, Artoria. It's indeed a method, but if I were to be a bit harsh, no matter what you choose, it won't make much difference in the end."
Merlin casually picked up a grape.
In the current Britain, where poverty and poor harvests were rampant, fruits were a luxury.
Artoria was rather indifferent to this.
She considered it an unnecessary expense.
Even the office was quite luxurious, with the desk polished to a mirror-like shine.