My Mother King Arthur

My Mother, King Arthur, Author: Sunrise

[Introduction]

Artoria: Arthur, my proud son, the glory of all Britannia. As the Crown Prince of Camelot, you are rightfully meant to inherit everything from me: my throne, all my possessions, including but not limited to the Knights of the Round Table, my Holy Lance and Holy Sword, the noble steeds in the royal stables, and all the treasures in the vault.

Mordred: Mommy, Mommy, what about me? Ah, I get it. Brother inherits everything from you, and then I inherit from Brother. That way, it's a happy ending, right? So, when are you abdicating, Mommy? How many tables should we set for the wedding? Can I turn your scabbard into a surfboard?

Artoria: Knight Mordred, I hereby grant you the title of Earl of Glamorgan. Take up your post immediately without delay!

Having transmigrated to Britannia during the era of King Arthur, Artorius faces only one question. Is it great evil, or minor evil?

① The Dragon Never Bows

Evil Dragon Prince Artorius Stats

Adaptable Classes: Saber, Lancer, Caster, Assassin, Berserker, Rider

Alignment: Order·Good

Traits: Riding, Humanoid, Divinity, Dragon, Arthur, King, Rome, Beloved

Region: Europe

Stats (may vary depending on class):

Strength: A++ (Dragon Charge)

Endurance: EX (The Dragon Never Bows!)

Agility: A (Dragon Soars in the Sky!)

Magic: A+ (Frost Breath!)

Luck: B (Lustful Incident Rate Up)

Noble Phantasm: A+++ (Dragon's Endless Pursuit!)

Noble Phantasms and Skills:

King's Sword of Frost, Rank A+ (Trait Mutation, King's Sword fully unleashed, essential for a filial son)

Spear of Piercing Death, Rank B+ (A loving gift from Teacher bba)

Smoky Flash of the Knight's Demise, Rank A (My Lord, Eat Shit!)

Eternal Bishonen, Rank A++ (Anti-Female, Anti-Older Sister! Anti-Noblewoman! Anti-Viperous Woman lacking love!! Anti-Woman in an Intimate Relationship doubles and doubles again!!!)

Knight's Martial Prowess, Rank A- (Result of daily diligent training and abuse from bba, a weakened version of a certain father-in-law's skill)

Frost of Stillness, Rank A+ (Inherent Skill, Freeze Beloved)

Discernment Eye (Female), Rank C (Good women cannot escape my dharma eye, even when I wear masculine attire and a chest binding!)

Agitation, Rank B (All who have ideals and ambitions, come pledge allegiance to me, and let us undertake a great undertaking together!)

Leadership, Rank A (One who can command a vast empire)

Madness Enhancement, Rank E- (If I feel like it, I can...)

Unfinished Rune Magic, Rank E-- (Hey bba, hurry up and come to class)

Mana Burst, Rank A; Instinct, Rank C; Riding, Rank B; Magic Resistance, Rank A (Ancestral Skills)

Author's Note:

Stats will change over time.

Chapter 1: Times Have Changed, My Lord!

"Attack!"

"Defend!"

"Middle!"

"Good reaction, but still not enough!"

A series of commands were interspersed with exclamations like "Ah!" "Oh!" and "Fuck!". The clashing of blunt weapons against blunt weapons, and blunt weapons against bodies, produced crisp or muffled sounds. Together, they formed the training battle on the lawn in front of White City.

One of the combatants was the co-ruler of the island nations of Britannia, the eldest son of King Arthur, and the Crown Prince of Britannia, Artorius II. The other was the most serious, most feared, and perhaps most "terrifying" of the Knights of the Round Table: Agravain the Iron.

And he was currently gaining the upper hand in the battle.

"Honestly, Agravain, I'm getting sick of this training—Owww—"

The thirteen-year-old prince was impeccable in terms of speed, strength, and technique. He was outstanding among his peers. Unfortunately, his opponent was over twenty years older than him, possessing overwhelming physical prowess and experience.

"The King ordered me to train you, and I don't care if you're sick of it."

Agravain replied calmly, not forgetting to continue his attack as he spoke. He used his unsharpened blunt sword to strike at any opening on Artorius II—or Arthur—he could find.

"Fine, fine, I can compromise—if possible, I'd rather be trained by a cute little lady, like that purple bba? The one who looks sexy in a tight outfit? Isn't that standard equipment? Why do I get a cold, ruthless uncle—Ugh!"

"The King believes I am the most suitable person in the Knights of the Round Table to train you. That is all."

"Then what about the purple bba—Oof—"

"There are no women in the Knights of the Round Table."

The young man's expression became comically twisted as he listened to the other speak so earnestly.

Arthur: "Heh."

As he let out a "heh" laugh, Agravain landed a punch on his head.

"Shit!"

"As a prince, swearing like that is a demerit."

And with that, another kick. Though Arthur also landed a blow to the chest at the same time, Agravain seemed unfazed.

"Wearing armor is cheating, Lord Agravain!"

"If you wish to fight armored, you may do so as well."

Arthur rolled his eyes. In a fight against a high-ranking knight of the Round Table, speed and agility were his few advantages. If he fought armored, he would lose his only edge, turning zero chance of victory into absolutely none.

The next second, it was another exchange of blows. Arthur was sent flying several meters and landed on the ground, gasping for air.

"..."

Agravain didn't pursue. After all, his goal was training, not victory, and certainly not murder. "Today's sparring practice is—"

"—No, wait." However, Arthur stopped him. He then struggled to get up from the ground.

"You seem to be in poor condition, Your Highness. Shall I call a doctor for you? Or perhaps a mage, or an alchemist? Anyone but Master Merlin."

"Whose fault do you think this is... No, now is not the time to dwell on such things."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Arthur said to him irritably, "I mean, the fight continues."

"But..."

"Yes, yes, you think I'm incapable of fighting anymore, right? For years, ever since I started combat training, it's been one-sided beatdowns. That's what you think, Lord Agravain?"

"That is precisely the meaning of training. The King also confirmed that these encounters will make you stronger. And besides—"

"—Forget it, she was never a good... father. We all know that."

Arthur continued speaking in an annoyed tone.

"Your Highness, when mentioning the King, your subordinate believes you should—"

"—Ah, yes, respect, respect. But that's not the point. The point is the outcome that follows—"

"Outcome?"

"Yes, the outcome." With a "click," Arthur pulled something from his inner pocket... a hand cannon.

"What is this thing..."

"My secret weapon. I've named it the Short-barreled Self-Igniting Hand Cannon, or to give it a more era-appropriate name, you can call it the Smoky Flash of the Knight's Demise, or the Knight Killer. Or any cool name you like."

Hearing Arthur say this, Agravain's expression remained unchanged, though he felt a bit strange inside. "In my opinion, this is an intricate but rather useless alchemical device, unworthy of the title 'Knight's Demise.'

So, where did you obtain it? Master Merlin, or some alchemist? Does it utilize forbidden magic?"

"No, of course not. I understand the rules."

Arthur said casually, "As for where I got it... do you know how difficult the fairy women of Avalon can be to deal with? Especially for a bishonen like me... Oh, right, I forgot you have no luck with women. I should be asking Merlin about this sort of thing, but whatever."

He aimed the gun at Agravain. "The prophecies, the astrology, you, Father King, and all the Knights of the Round Table believe I will bring change to this country. I think so too— so eat shit, Agravain!"

He pulled the trigger, aiming for the arm.

The lead projectile was swatted away by the Round Table knight with a single palm strike.

"Wait, this isn't what we agreed on—"

The next second, Agravain charged forward and landed a punch on Arthur's jaw.

Heroic Spirit Arthur, added Archer compatibility. Added Noble Phantasm: Smoky Flash of the Knight's Demise, Noble Phantasm Rank A.

Author's Notes:

Seeking support for the new book!

Chapter 2: Dragon Child

"How long was I out, Lord Agravain?"

When Arthur opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the grass in front of White City, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of fresh grass.

"About fifteen minutes, Your Highness." The other stood not far from him, answering calmly. Then came the questioning:

"So, from this battle, what lesson did you learn?"

"Hmm..."

Arthur propped himself up with some effort, still feeling a bit dizzy. After shaking his head in discomfort, the recognized bishonen of Britannia casually asked, "Don't trust women easily, especially fairies?"

"That's right, the witches of Avalon are not to be trusted. Especially Lady Morgan. Anything else?"

"My Smoky Flash of the Knight's Demise. I originally thought the world's first flintlock pistol would be powerful. But unfortunately, that will have to wait a thousand years, after my legend has deeply ingrained itself in people's hearts... Of course, the main responsibility still lies with the fairies of Avalon."

"I will, as is customary, ignore the latter half of Your Highness's nonsensical ramblings," Agravain said calmly.

"Your summary of the first half is good. Rather than relying on such unreliable alchemical devices, you should trust the sword in your hand more."

"Alright, alright, what can I say? This is Britannia in the Type-Moon world," Arthur said, lying back down. He felt a little dejected.

To Arthur's statement, Sir Agravain, as always, ignored half of it. He, along with everyone in all of Britannia, knew that His Highness Artorius II's mind was just a little, a little, a tiny bit abnormal.

In response, all of Britannia remained emotionally stable.

It was like Sir Lancelot. Everyone knew that when provoked, he would go berserk, kill indiscriminately, his mind would become twisted and illogical, and he was a scumbag who cheated on everyone. Even his own son wished he could emulate Mordred and stab him. But none of that stopped him from being a good knight.

And then there was Mordred.

And Tristan.

And of course, Agravain himself.

Therefore, regarding their future king having a few minor issues, everyone in all of Britannia remained emotionally stable.

Arthur thought that if anyone was emotionally unstable, he could send everyone from the Knights of the Round Table to talk with them. Have a good heart-to-heart. That way, they would surely become emotionally stable.

If it were up to him to rule this country, he would definitely do so.

"Do you require me to escort you to see a doctor?" Agravain asked calmly.

"No, just let me lie here by myself for a while," Arthur said with a hint of helplessness. As a Dragon Child, his body recovered far faster than ordinary people. Moreover, this was the White City, rich in Aether.