No One Understands King Arthur Better Than Me

Carl traveled through time and space and came to the capital of Camelot. He opened a small restaurant here and planned to live an honest life.

I don’t know if the people in this place like dark cuisine or don’t go out to eat. There are very few customers in his small restaurant. The only one who often comes is a young lady named Al and her companions.

"Do you think King Arthur really doesn’t understand people’s hearts?"

"Do you think King Arthur really deserves to be called the Chosen King?"

"Do you think Mordred can inherit the throne?"

Hearing that this young lady is so concerned about these messy things, Carl is helpless, but he still tells her about it because of the money she gave.

Finally one day, Altria, who used the alias Al, couldn’t help it.

"Boss, I’m going to show my cards. I am King Arthur!"

"What!? King Arthur can’t be a girl!"