Before Every Great Battle Comes a Sex Scene (Continued)

If Rovey hadn't spoken up to explain, and if she hadn't built up considerable prestige among the village children recently, Mordred would have been mistaken for a spy sent by the Lion King by the Hassan today, and almost chopped up on the spot.

"I'm in great shape, Artoria. I was just teasing Mordred. Attacking the Lion King is more important right now..."

After giving Artoria a few perfunctory words, Rovey was about to get up from the bed to leave when he discovered that he couldn't move his arm at all, because Artoria's hand was tightly gripping his wrist, making it impossible for him to move.

"..."

Those earnest eyes, just like they were a thousand years ago, made Rovey momentarily stunned.

Looking at the blonde girl in front of him—no, actually over a thousand years old, only slightly younger than his Scathach, Artoria — Rovey sighed helplessly. Finally, he uttered a line often used by a certain sadistic strategist.

"I'm sorry, but this is a necessary sacrifice."

"Are you going to sacrifice yourself? What exactly happened?"

"Don't worry, I have no intention of sacrificing myself, and I will definitely be fine. Don't forget that your Avalon is still inside me, I will not die."

In the end, these were the only words Rovey could say to comfort Artoria.

However, such words obviously wouldn't fool Artoria. If Nitocris hadn't barged in later, Rovey would definitely have been thoroughly interrogated by Artoria today.

"Rovey Lowe, are you alright?"

Nitocris had just completed her final strategic deployment, rushed in after hearing the news of Rovey's injury.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Artoria and Rovey, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and a look of joy appeared on her face. However, seeing him lying in bed, she couldn't help but feel worried.

"I'm fine."

Rovey shook his head and answered with a smile.

"Hey, you see? I told you, this guy's body is as tough as a dragon's. How could a mere Noble Phantasm possibly..."

"Shut up!"

Before Mordred could finish speaking, Artoria, worried about Rovey's safety and not having a chance to settle scores with her, gave her a cold look, and then, just like a thousand years ago, coldly rebuked her. "No matter which world you're in, you're always as impetuous as ever. When will you ever grow up, Mordred?"

This sight made Mordred shrink back in fright.

As the saying goes, every creature has its nemesis. Despite her arrogance, she is an uncontrollable figure in Camelot, and even Agravaine cannot command her.

However, there are also things she is not good at dealing with.

For example, her own father, Artoria, and the kindness of others.

Nitocris thought Mordred was a very innocent child.

Although she is willful, capricious, and aggressive, it is a facade she uses to protect herself. If someone is kind to her, Mordred will repay them as much as possible.

This is also a key reason why Nitocris was able to control her.

As Mordred traveled back and forth between the Mountain Village and the City of Sand with Nitocris, she gradually accepted her current situation. Especially when playing freely with the children, she gradually rediscovered some of the childhood she had never had, and so she quickly became the leader of the village's children.

But the nightmares of the past still haunt her, and even now, Mordred still feels she has wronged her father. So even when she sees Artoria, and the other party frankly says that she has forgiven her, Mordred still can't let go of her resentment and is unwilling to rebel like Lancelot did—"For my daughter, I might even defeat the Lion King"—with a sudden departure.

Although she refused to raise her sword against the Lion King, as a prisoner of war, she had no face to go back. Similarly, Mordred would not allow the Purification Knights to harm her new friend, which was an important reason why she stayed at the village entrance and did not participate in the pre-battle preparations.

"Alright, stop scolding her... Mordred didn't do it on purpose, did she?"

Seeing Mordred being scolded, Rovey could tell that Nitocris wanted to speak but was unsure of her stance. So, in the end, he was the one who spoke up to plead for Mordred, creating a scene reminiscent of a wife scolding her child while her husband pleads for her.

"And isn't it nice to look so energetic?"

Mordred responded with an awkward smile. Looking at this guy who had a grudge against her from the very beginning, who was now actually going to be her father, she felt quite complicated.

Although Mordred really wanted to ask his father from the other world what he saw in this guy, he was afraid that if he asked now he would be beaten up, so he honestly admitted his mistake and said that he would not do it again.

Seeing this, Artoria felt somewhat helpless.

Although more than a thousand years have passed, she is still not very good at handling Mordred's previous relationships.

Did she hate him? Initially, she certainly did. With Lancelot, it was because she felt indebted to Guinevere and had handled things poorly, so Artoria never harbored resentment towards either of them. But Mordred, that child—her rebellion was the final blow that killed her. However, over a thousand years had passed, and the events in Britannia were merely a part of her life. She had long since let go of what needed to be let go, and she had probably already forgiven Mordred.

However, she still finds it difficult to get along with Mordred from the perspective of a mother and daughter, and always subconsciously tries to communicate with her from the standpoint of King Arthur and the knight.

Mordred was already quite satisfied with this.

After all, Artoria wouldn't attack her the moment they met; instead, she could communicate with her calmly—something she never even dared to dream of. Although criticism was still frequent, her father was, after all, her father, and it was normal for him to be strict.

Later, not only Mordred arrived, but also Ritsuka, Zealot Hassan the other three, who came to the room to check on Rovey's condition, in addition to the knights who were still preparing for battle.

With the team about to embark on their campaign, the head coach's injury at this time is not good news.

But seeing that Rovey was alright, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

—Kai was the happiest of them all.

After all, he was Artoria's brother. Even though he was from another world, he still couldn't help but feel excited when he saw his silly sister, who only knew how to fight, grow to this level.

So he deliberately stayed in the room and chatted for a long time, stalling for time and letting Hassan, who might cause trouble, leave.

As the night grew deep and all was quiet, Artoria, seeing that the silly deer still showed no sign of leaving, coldly said, "Compared to all this, Brother Kai, don't you have more important things to do?"

"Other things?"

Hearing this, Kai was a little taken aback. Bors and Gaheris were fighting on the front lines in the desert, and the front lines in the Mountain Village were also ready. There should be nothing going on now.

"Think about it again."

However, just as he was feeling puzzled, Kai looked up and found that Artoria was looking at him with a threatening gaze.

"Oh! I've got it!"

In an instant, Kai understood and immediately said with a serious expression, "Speaking of which, I suddenly want to exercise to prevent my legs from cramping during battle. Goodbye! Mordred, you come with me too, I've been training you a bit."

"Drill me?"

Mordred looked at Kai with surprise, and instinctively wanted to say something to Kai.

"You have hair..."

"Yes, yes, I have a new blanket that I hunted. Come on! I'll take you outside to see it."

Kay didn't give her a chance, covering her mouth and then forcibly dragging Mordred away. This scene left Rovey feeling somewhat bewildered.

However, he still reminded them, "You two shouldn't disturb others, okay?"

"Don't worry, we'll definitely go far away and won't bother you..."

After saying that, Kai dragged Mordred away from the room in a mysterious manner.

--Bang!

As the door slammed shut, Rovey realized that only he, Artoria, and Nitocris were left in the room.

As the last two light bulbs left, the atmosphere in the quiet room changed slightly.

At this time, with this number of people... it feels like something's about to happen.

Are we about to engage in group sex?

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Rovey coughed lightly. "Speaking of which, I'd also like to exercise..."

"Crowley, you stay here!"

Before Rovey could run away, Artoria stepped forward and hugged him tightly, saying, "I won't let you get away."

"Eh... Eh?!"

Nitocris was taken aback, and her reaction was a little slow as she suddenly realized what Artoria was about to do.

Should I also avoid this area...?

"What the hell are you talking about?! Do you really want to be someone's bridesmaid?!"

Seeing that this guy had actually chickened out at this moment, the voice of Anubis, the strategist who had always been there, began to echo in her mind.

This sentence also directly woke Nitocris. She glanced at Artoria, who was holding down Rovey's arm, and found that the other was giving her a look, the meaning of which was already very clear.

"What are you still standing there for? Come and lend a hand!" Artoria urged.

"... Okay, okay."

Nitocris cautiously approached, about to reach out, but looking at the two disheveled individuals, she found herself at a loss for what to do.

"Impulsiveness is the devil... You two should be more mindful of the occasion."

With his hands and feet pinned down by Artoria, Rovey's body was a little stiff.

Honestly, he never expected Artoria to pull this stunt.

But while they were stiff, they weren't completely unable to resist.

Although Artoria is comparable to a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, her Saintly physique is no joke. However, the current situation is special, and she must concentrate on suppressing some undesirable things. She had just collected the little bit that had been exposed when Mordred hit her with her Noble Phantasm. If she opened the River of Death at the headquarters, everyone would be collectively Altered today, which would be a really big problem.

"Huh? What's this?"

Nitocris, who had been summoned by Artoria to help, was a little unsure of where to begin. However, when she saw the black crystal with a gem-like surface that she had just collected by Rovey's bedside, she couldn't help but ask it with some confusion.

"This thing is..."

Compared to Nitocris's puzzled expression, Anubis's eyes sharpened instantly upon seeing the object, and he urged with a hint of mischievousness, "That's a crystallization of magic, Nitocris. It's a very important thing. You should quickly help him put it away."

"Oh oh..."

Upon hearing this, Nitocris nodded, not doubting her strategist, and immediately began to collect the magic crystal for Rovey.

"Wait, that's the All the World's Evil, the key to defeating the Lion King! Please don't—Holy crap!"

Realizing something was wrong, Rovey was about to turn around and explain what it was, telling them to stay away from it.

After all, because of the liberation from the calamity, these things have begun to overflow uncontrollably. He is unwilling to have close contact with them, for fear that they will be affected by him.

"Ah?"

On the other side, Nitocris stared wide-eyed at Rovey, her fingers already touching the black crystal, her fingers still stained with black magic.

"But didn't Anubis say that this was a crystallization of magic that fell off your body?"

"Who's going to drop crystals on me? I'm not some kind of monster that drops materials regularly. Anyway, hurry up and take your hand off there!"

"Rovey shouted in a panic, but it was too late," he said.

"Ugh... Ughhhhh!!"

Nitocris clutched her head in pain, and her aura changed at a visible speed, with that familiar Underworld aura emanating from her once again.

In a short moment, white hair and black and red patterns gradually appeared on her body, and then her entire aura changed.

"What exactly is going on?"

Upon seeing this, Artoria immediately got up to check on Nitocris's condition, but Nitocris leaped over her position like a wild beast, pouncing directly on Rovey before even he could react.

"Stop it—huh?"

Artoria Nitocris being corrupted, suddenly froze.

Because Nitocris didn't hurt Rovey. Instead, she looked at Rovey, who was pinned down by her and looked somewhat bewildered, with a wicked smile, which was unusual for her.

"That was quite interesting, my Lord Rovey?"

Nitocris's demeanor visibly changed; in some ways, she was more serious and assertive than Artoria had been.

Rovey suddenly remembered that he had almost been forced to have sex in the wild by Nitocris in this state, which meant that a bad premonition suddenly rose in his mind.

"Could we do that first...?"

Looking at Nitocris Alter, who was lying on top of him in a terrible position, Rovey cautiously considered suggesting that they postpone it a little.

"Can't."

However, he felt his mouth being covered—he was forcibly kissed.

Nitocris may be a coward, but Nitocris Alter is anything but.

Alter represents a reversal of Nitocris's personality; you could say that the more awkward Nitocris was, the more straightforward the reversed version became.

"Wait a minute, don't pull down my pants! Calm down, okay? You, you don't come any closer—Ahhh!! Artoria, pull her away! Why are you just watching? Have you really betrayed me?"

"Stop resisting, you can't escape. I can see that most of your power is being used to maintain suppression, which means... you have no power to resist this time. Please accept everything I have... Lord Rovey. This is me, the emotion I've been suppressing all along!!"

The white-haired figure smiled as she tore at her clothes, Nitocris looking exactly like Yuno Gasai as she kept getting closer to Rovey.

"You can't do this... you can't do this!!"

" —Anubis, Ozymandias, save me!!"

The screams continued incessantly, then gradually subsided.