My Mother, King Arthur

The sky here was forever azure, the sun forever warm. The temperature remained constant, the grass and trees lush, the crops abundant, and the people never suffered from cold or hunger.

Its Ether concentration was as abundant as in the Age of Gods—a miracle of the present age. In magic power this dense, even each breath drew in enough magical energy to strengthen oneself or heal injuries.

"Then I shall take my leave."

As meticulous as ever, Agravain departed after a flawless bow. After Arthur spent some time recuperating—or rather, staring blankly at the sky—two Knight Aspirants around his age arrived.

One wore purple, with short white hair and bangs covering half his face. He appeared gentle on the surface.

The other was an adorable girl with short golden hair, like a little puppy.

Like Arthur, they belonged to the new generation of knights. The moment she realized something was wrong with Arthur, the puppy-like girl rushed to his side as fast as she could.

"Ah, are you all right, Your Highness? You're badly hurt. Do you need my help?"

"Lost to Lord Agravain again?"

Unlike the adorable girl, the white-haired youth spoke casually and went straight to the point.

"Yes." Arthur rolled his eyes as he answered.

"That new weapon of yours doesn't seem very effective, Your Highness."

He sat beside Arthur and continued in a gentle voice, "All that acting cute in Avalon was for nothing again, wasn't it?"

Arthur had no desire to stoop to his younger brother's level. Even though he knew the guy meant well, it still annoyed him.

More importantly, learning swordsmanship could not save Camelot.

"I'll go get some medicine!"

After fussing over him for a while, the adorable girl hurried off.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Watching her retreating figure, the white-haired youth spoke casually.

"You like her?" Arthur asked in return.

"Oh? No, I'm analyzing this from Your Highness's perspective." The white-haired youth said calmly, "As Camelot's heir, wouldn't it be better to produce an heir sooner rather than later?"

"Then get me a younger schoolgirl instead." Arthur continued mocking him with a reference his brother would not understand. "Having children and all that—cosplaying Kaworu Nagisa here won't help, Lord Galahad."

"Hehe, then my question..." Arthur's "nonsense" made the other laugh. After laughing happily, he did not forget to remind Arthur again.

"Gareth is pretty great," Arthur answered calmly. "But she's not my type."

"I feel sorry for her," Galahad said. "Then, Your Highness, could you be more specific? What type do you like?"

He looked at Arthur, half-joking and half-serious. "Dragon Child of Britannia, what kind of woman would earn your admiration?

Noble, dignified, splendid, beautiful, pure...?"

"Big breasts."

Prince Arthur gave the final word.

Heroic Spirit Arthur has gained Berserker Aptitude.
Dragon Trait acquired.
Mad Enhancement E-

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"Hehehe, that's quite a good answer."

Galahad chuckled happily, then stood up and pulled Arthur to his feet as well.

At the same time, he mentally reviewed all the "big-breasted" women he knew. For the moment, he still could not figure out whom Arthur admired.

"Have you decided what you'll do next?"

He asked Arthur cheerfully.

As someone Arthur's age, and more or less a childhood friend, he did not dislike Arthur.

Of course, it was not to the extent of Kaworu Nagisa and Shinji Ikari.

"I'm going hunting next. Want to come, Your Highness?" The younger student invited Arthur, only to be refused.

"Rather than that, how about answering a question for me, Lord Galahad?"

"I will answer anything I know."

"Do you know how to save this country?"

"..."

At Arthur's words, Galahad's expression became a little... no, extremely strange.

"The Age of Gods will eventually end, won't it? That is the trend of history. Everywhere in Britannia except White City Camelot, Ether is declining.

This has caused a series of consequences.

Crop yields are falling. Illnesses, even plagues, are beginning to spread. The weather is gradually turning colder. Our country is suffering... So, Lord Galahad, what do you think?"

After saying that, Arthur looked at Galahad with great expectation.

Unfortunately, Galahad's opinion was no different from that of the average Knights of the Round Table, or even the average Britannian.

"The King is working to save the country."

He spoke as though it were self-evident. "As long as we defeat those foreign barbarians, the Romans, and that Vile King, won't we save the country?"

"Do you really think so, Lord Galahad?"

"Isn't that right?"

The white-haired young knight answered as though it were only natural.

"I have absolute faith in the King."

"He is the finest commander, the finest leader, and the perfect knight. Everyone in the Knights of the Round Table and I are proud to be his knights, and willing to fight for him our entire lives."

Arthur looked seriously at the white-haired youth, confirming that every word came from his heart. Then he smiled happily and patted his shoulder.

"Just as I thought, Lord Galahad." Then he held out his fist and bumped it against Galahad's. "You truly are my best friend."

"I'm honored." Galahad smiled. "So, hunting?"

"Ah, I'll pass on that. I'm planning to go back to my room and lie down for a while. Lord Agravain really doesn't know how to hold back."

"All right, though Gareth will be disappointed."

"Then apologize to her for me while you're at it," Arthur answered. "See you later, Lord Galahad."

"See you later, Your Highness."

After the two Bishonen bade each other farewell, they went their separate ways. Galahad headed toward the stables and joined his attendants. "Gentlemen, bring our horses over," he announced loudly, receiving a small burst of cheers. Arthur, meanwhile, headed toward White City.

After a flash of Ether light, a notebook appeared out of thin air, floating beside Arthur before opening itself.

The pages contained the names of the Knights of the Round Table. Most of them had an × beside them.

"Galahad won't work either."

At Arthur's words, the white-haired knight's name was crossed out as well.

"Why is it so hard just to get something done? No matter how much you all believe in that Takeuchi-face, she can't save Britannia.

I need helpers to get things done, but none of these Knights of the Round Table will do. So what, do I really have to imitate Morgan and clone hundreds of mothers to form a Saber squad?"

Arthur could not help muttering as he walked forward.

Then the young prince seemed to sense something. Looking in the direction of that feeling, he discovered his Father King standing atop Camelot's walls, her gaze meeting his exactly. Behind her stood Arthur's teacher, Agravain. On the other side was the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, whose pale-blue short hair and features somewhat resembled Galahad's.

The "perfect" King gave him a faint nod. Arthur returned it with a cheerful smile. That smile left Artorius I—the King Arthur of Britannia, currently in Masculine Attire—with complicated feelings. Even now, she did not know what feelings she should use to face her "son."

"His Highness has improved quickly," Agravain said calmly at her side. "Among those his age, only a handful, such as Gareth and Galahad, can compare with him. Not to mention that His Highness has also displayed considerable talent in mathematics, administration, rhetoric, and literature."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Lancelot said gently. "We have an outstanding heir."

"Lord Agravain."

The seemingly youthful King spoke calmly. "It seems you have not finished what you wished to say?"

"Yes."

"Concerning Artorius?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Yes."

Without the slightest hesitation, Agravain reported Arthur's use of a strange Alchemical Device during their earlier battle. He also reported the prince's "problems" with his "conduct."

Compared to a proper knight's nobility and integrity, Artorius's character was closer to that of an ordinary person. He possessed stronger material desires and enjoyed pleasure. He also spent far more time than most staring at the breasts of noblewomen from all walks of life.

Besides that, he had deceived people, played several harmless pranks, and become overly entangled with Avalon, the Ideal Land of the fairies.

He reported the gathered intelligence without changing expression, drawing an angry glare from Lancelot on the other side.

Unlike the Iron Knight, the Knight of the Lake held Arthur in fairly high regard.

In his eyes, Artorius II was an elegant Bishonen: handsome, humble, polite, gifted, and his son's childhood friend. He simply did not have a daughter. If he did, he would definitely marry her to Arthur, strengthening the alliance between Britannia and France.

As for the issues Agravain mentioned, liking alchemy and magecraft was merely a minor hobby. Lying and pranks only showed that he was lively.

And liking women—how the hell was that even a fault? Just because you're frigid doesn't mean everyone in the Knights of the Round Table has to become eunuchs with you, you bastard.

Agravain was clearly Arthur's teacher, yet he acted like a petty snitch, tattling to King Arthur. He simply had not gotten the chance; otherwise, he would beat up such a petty man every time he saw him.

He was not bragging. Against trash like Agravain, he could flatten him with one hand.

Author's Note:

The Purifying Knights in Chapter Six are that Lancelot's clone army, right?

Your Sin Is Unforgivable: You're Not Meli

"I understand."

After hearing Agravain out, King Arthur answered calmly.

"Continue teaching him," King Arthur ordered. "Britannia's Dragon Child will one day rule the world.

Before then, I must ensure that I see a perfect King."

"Your will shall be carried out."

Agravain knelt on one knee, bowed, then turned and left without hesitation.

"My King, do you truly believe Agravain will be a good teacher?"

Lancelot could not help speaking up. "I mean no offense, but perhaps you should reconsider..."

"I will consider it."

King Arthur's response remained calm. Yet Lancelot felt that his sovereign was merely brushing him off. It left him somewhat dissatisfied. Soon, however, that dissatisfaction turned into shame and understanding.

"The King has too many things to consider."

I must not cause the King trouble.

Meanwhile.

Inside Arthur's room.

"Hehe, defeated again, Arthur."

The frivolous pink-haired man wore a frivolous smile as he cheerfully teased the room's owner. This made the latter raise his head and glare displeasedly at Britannia's so-called great sage, Merlin.

Arthur's irritation with Merlin was much like his irritation with Agravain, with Galahad, and even with his own mother.

He wanted to replace his teacher with that purple old hag, replace his younger student with a younger schoolgirl, replace the online scammer with Meli, and replace his mother with Lancer Artoria.