That Day, We Became the Light! (Continued)

After learning that Rovey had gone to other villages, Nitocris was a little disappointed, but considering that her mission was to maintain the troop transport between the Mountain Village and the desert, and what Rovey had said to her while he was sleeping, she wasn't too bothered.

After all, she wasn't a capricious person to begin with, and she knew that everyone had their own work to do at this moment, and that she could only reveal her true feelings after everything was over.

But when she thought about the strange things that the other personality influenced by Lord Anubis had done, her face flushed red, and she exclaimed, "How disrespectful! How indecent!"

Although she was complaining, you could tell from her rabbit ears that she was actually in a good mood.

Anubis exclaimed, "Woman, oh!"

However, Nitocris is now much more confident and prepared to be a mother and wife. Although there seem to be more problems on Rovey's side than she had thought, they are not really problems.

After all, she came from the very beginning of Egypt, and such situations were nothing new to her, so Anubis didn't find it unusual either.

When it comes to marital relationships, Egypt is definitely one of the most chaotic and complicated places in the world, so he felt that as long as there was love, there was nothing wrong with it, as long as it was consensual.

Nitocris perfectly met this condition at this moment, so she took on the task directly, caring for Mordred as a mother. Although she had just learned that Mordred's biological mother seemed to be arriving as well, since the other party hadn't arrived yet, it was only right that she step in.

Thus, Mordred found himself facing Nitocris with a helpless expression.

"Aaaaah! What exactly do you want? If it's torture, this method is too low-level. Besides, that guy is clearly very familiar with The Lion King and the Round Table, so what's there to torture him for? If you want to kill me, go ahead, after all, broken fangs are worthless..."

Mordred believed that Nitocris was sent by Rovey to disgust her, so she looked at him with disdain, and Nitocris looked puzzled by his attitude of "do whatever you want with me."

After all, she had never been a mother and didn't know how to get along with children.

Anubis stated, "Don't ask me, although I'm not single. But my marriage to Anput was simply a matter of fate arranged by the gods. Because of my duties, I haven't even seen my daughter Kebechet much."

This scene completely dissuaded Nitocris from seeking help from Anubis, and she felt helpless about Mordred's behavior.

After thinking it over carefully, Nitocris figured that being locked up here was probably what was making her upset, so she took the initiative to suggest to Mordred, "Um... Mordred, may I call you that?"

"Hmph, do as you please."

"If you're too bored, I can take you for a walk, but you can only come with me to and from the desert and the Mountain Village, and you can't wander off."

"Taking a walk? Aren't you just walking your dog? What do you take me for?! And... what's wrong with you, woman? Why are you acting like my mother, showing concern for me? Do we even know each other?"

Mordred looked frustrated; she really couldn't understand what this woman was trying to do.

The other person had no intention of killing her; her Instinct told her that Nitocris's kindness and concern were genuine, and that affection, though somewhat awkward, was real...

She's extremely straightforward; she can't bring herself to hurt someone who's kind to her. And what makes her even more uncomfortable is...

In both her lives, she had never received a single bit of affection from her biological mother Morgan and father King Arthur. Now, a stranger was making up for it. What kind of situation was this? Was he going to adopt her as his goddaughter?

"We didn't know each other before... but I love your father, so I want to be your mother as well as I can."

Nitocris thought for a moment, then answered.

"Huh? You like my father? Are you blind? No, my father is indeed handsome enough to transcend gender, but my father is a woman! A woman! I've had enough of Guinevere, and you actually came here too?"

"Eh? I'm not talking about your father, I'm talking about your father's other half."

"You mean that guy who just left, right, my other half?"

Mordred shouted in alarm.

"Yes, Lord Rovey. Although I have to compete with your father, you are still a child, so it is only natural for me to treat you well."

Nitocris said matter-of-factly.

"... You guys are hopeless!"

Mordred was furious at the thought of all the nonsense that Rovey had just told her. Although she wanted to yell that it was all fake, she knew that Avalon was definitely real.

The fact that the Emperor entrusted Avalon with this responsibility means they really have a close relationship. Who knows... they might actually be having an affair? If that's the case... wouldn't I really have to call him "Dad"?!

"No way! I don't want to!!"

The thought of being forced to call that guy "Dad" in front of her father made Mordred's mind go blank, and she shook her head frantically.

"How could you do something like that?!"

But what should she do if her completely different father were actually in front of her?

Subconsciously, Mordred started thinking about those three questions again, but still had no answers. Frustrated, she started pulling her hair, while Nitocris watched her with concern.

After a long while, Mordred seemed to give up, looked at Nitocris beside her, and asked, "Hey, what should I call you?"

"Call me Mom?"

"No way, that's so stupid!"

Mordred refused without even thinking.

"Hmm... it seems that being a stepmother is indeed not easy to be accepted, but don't worry, just call me Nitocris for now."

Rejected, Nitocris drooped her rabbit ears and said somewhat dejectedly.

"Oh, Nitocris, listen to these three questions. If it were you, what would you choose?"

Finally Mordred, as if resigned to his fate, asked Nitocris for the answers to those three questions.

But Nitocris couldn't give it to her, since it was Mordred's problem, not hers.

If it were her, she would definitely stand by her lover without hesitation, but she couldn't let Mordred know that she had ulterior motives.

After thinking it over carefully, she offered Mordred a solution. "How about you take a look at a book?"

"No, no," Mordred shook his head. "I get sleepy as soon as I open a book. I've never studied."

Nitocris looked at her with pity.

She finally realized just how incompetent the child's biological mother was, that she hadn't even let the child read a book!

"Wait a minute, why are you looking at me like that, like I'm such a lonely, helpless child?" Mordred continued to breathe on me.

She hated that look.

"What if the answer could be found by reading a book?"

Nitocris thought for a moment, then said, "Perhaps you can also find out why your father didn't let you inherit the throne."

"Why? Can I find the answer by reading a book?"

"It definitely can. I used to read books when I had doubts, and there's a lot of wisdom in them."

Nitocris smiled, then casually pulled out a book from her Mirror Grimoire and handed it to Mordred Underworld look at.

"Then... if my father really comes... will he approve of me if he sees me reading a book?"

Mordred was somewhat tempted.

"Well..."

Nitocris thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know, but I'll definitely like you more than before."

"Why?"

"Because no parent would dislike a child who is well-mannered and knowledgeable."

"Okay! I'll see!"

Mordred snatched the Egypt pharaoh history that Nitocris had casually rummaged through to appease her, then turned away to search for the answer.

Because she is Servant, she now possesses the power to read languages and texts fluently, so she is not afraid of not understanding them.

Nitocris breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but think to herself, being a stepmother is really tough.

Just then, Kai, who arrived late, stormed into the cell.

"Mordred! I heard you were captured by the Saint, so I came to see you!"

However, after the loud shout, all Kai received was Mordred's look of concern for a fool, followed by a shout of "Quiet!" to tell him not to disturb his reading, leaving Kai completely dumbfounded.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning; Mordred, who couldn't even read, was actually reading a book!

Then...

He went out, slammed the door shut, and then opened it again and came back in.

I must be doing something wrong. After all, Mordred... that idiot Mordred, actually reading a book is illogical.

Lord!

Are you trying to make a sow climb a tree?

"Kai, you bastard! Don't look at me like that, like 'a sow can climb a tree'!"

Mordred was very unhappy.

"No, no, no... I'm just too surprised. What... what's going on?"

Kai didn't know how to describe it; Mordred's eyes looked even more dangerous.

"Alright, Mordred, go back to your book."

Nitocris calmed the little lion down, which put the atmosphere at ease, before leaving the cell with Kay.

"You, you could be... the Virgin Mary?"

"Ah?"

Nitocris was taken aback by the question, but then replied, "No, I am Servant of Egypt, I am the wife of the Saint, so I have come to look after Mordred."

"Oh, the Saint's wife, right? Ah... I completely understand now. She is indeed a being full of miracles. She can even make Mordred read books. This is a miracle as great as making Artoria lose weight or Merlin and Lancelot stop going out and seducing married women."

Kai nodded hurriedly, then said incredulously.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kai. The Saint sent me to look after Mordred."

"I see..." Nitocris smiled slightly. "Then I'll leave this place to you, Kai. I still need to take charge of troop deployment at two locations. Mordred will be in your care."

"No problem, leave it to me! If she tries to run away, I'll definitely catch her!"

Kai's attitude was extremely proper, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced towards Mordred.

Nitocris nodded. Having almost won Mordred's favor, she once again established her image as a virtuous wife and loving mother in front of Kay!

That way, even if she does meet that Miss Artoria, she won't be too passive! She's truly amazing!!

All she needs to do now is get things done well and keep up the good work! She's a shrewd and capable woman!

Hearing Nitocris's thoughts, Anubis couldn't help but sigh, "Truly, you're still so shrewd after all these years. It seems that all Pharaoh have wicked hearts..."

But that's good too, at least the odds of winning are higher this way, and you don't have to go all in.

Meanwhile, on the other side, high in the sky at an unknown altitude, two meteors being dragged by giant arrows were performing aerial acrobatics.

The icy wind lashed against their faces. At such an extreme height, where even those without a fear of heights would be terrified, they felt the powerful force of Newton's magic. Rovey and Percival were like two yo-yos, gliding up and down, pulling in and releasing, back and forth...

"Hey, Percival!"

Perhaps because the process of being pulled along was too boring, Rovey, who had prepared in advance, took the initiative to explain some tactics and psychological issues to Percival in mid-air.

"If you see Gawain, you're in charge of blocking him. If the Lion King shows up, I'll stop her. Just cover as many people as possible to escape. Also... remember that survival is the top priority. When it really comes to running away, don't just stand there like an idiot."

"Ah... If it were Gawain, now that I've received the blessing, I shouldn't be easily defeated even by Gawain under the sun. But if the Lion King really intervenes, can you really handle it alone?"

Percival was more concerned about Rovey's safety than about fighting Gawain himself.

"I have to make it work, but don't worry. Although I can't beat the Lion King in a head-on fight, my strength is still comparable to a standard three-target level, except that I don't have the maximum firepower output of weapons like the EA or the God of Slaughter Gun. If I really want to leave, the Lion King can't kill me."

"Huh?... What does 'three-target level' mean?"

This new term puzzled Percival, who only knew the Grand Rank and believed that there should be no rank division among the other Heroic Spirit.

"Just think of it as a very strong Heroic Spirit. To put it another way, it's as strong as the Sun King, or even stronger than the combined strength of multiple Knights of the Round Table... But, that white castle up ahead, which looks completely out of place in this era, is Camelot, right? Looks like we're about to arrive."

During their casual conversation, Rovey noticed the pristine white city that appeared at the edge of his field of vision. Percival, who was closest to the city, immediately recognized it as Camelot, the White Chalk City.

Furthermore, they saw a large number of densely packed, dark figures gathered around the holy city. These figures were likely refugees from the surrounding area, indicating that the Holy Selection was about to begin!

"That's right, it looks like we've really arrived!"

"Yes, this is it. Let's get ready. Next stop, Camelot."

"Um!"

Upon hearing this, Percival immediately perked up, preparing for a dramatic entrance, but he suddenly noticed a crucial point—

"Um... Saint, are we just going to have to keep going down with the arrows?"

"Um?"