I Like Determined Children / Little Mo: My Brother Is Amazing

At that point, she could not continue.

Faced with Arthur's aggressive gaze, feminine weakness and fear took hold of her heart. Morgan le Fay's legs trembled, leaving her almost unable to resist.

Seeing the woman before him completely at a disadvantage, unable even to make a fierce but hollow threat, Arthur smiled with pleasure.

He approached her again and pulled her into his arms. Fear, the poison's effects, and an inexplicable state of mind left Morgan le Fay at his mercy.

"It's settled, then."

He said to Morgan le Fay:

"For a first meeting, I'm very satisfied with your abilities. So let's meet often from now on, Aunt Morgan."

"!"

As he said that, Arthur pulled out the dagger again.

The searing pain nearly made Morgan convulse—

"I need to go back and keep Little Mo company, so I'll take this as a meeting gift." Arthur put away the dagger, leaned close to her ear, and said in a magnetic voice:

"Keep helping me. If you satisfy me, I'll satisfy you too, my dear aunt. Heh heh, hehehehe~"

Amid his delighted laughter, the Evil Dragon Prince vanished without a trace, leaving behind only burning frost and an injured Witch whose heart churned with defeat.

I Like Determined Children

"D-Damn it, that b-bastard..."

In the empty, ruined castle, the beautiful woman lying on the floor ground her teeth as she cursed the Pendragon family.

This time, it was not her father, her sister, or her children, but a nephew she had met only once.

Though it had only been their first meeting, the hatred Morgan felt for him had already risen to a level no less than what she felt for the others.

Of course, aside from hatred, Morgan's other feelings toward him were also the strongest—and the most complicated.

"I-I won't admit defeat."

Dragging her thoroughly ravaged body along, she struggled toward her alchemy workshop. The antidote to the poison on the dagger was there.

"I will definitely get revenge on him."

On the way to the alchemy workshop, pain, pleasure, and exhaustion made Morgan le Fay fall several times. She even tumbled down a flight of stairs and was left battered and bruised. Still, she persisted until she arrived.

She did not dare cast a spell, because her current condition was far too terrible. She could barely concentrate.

If she forced herself to cast magic in such a mess, the outcome would certainly be miserable.

If that happened, then the next time they met, Arthur would not see an aunt filled with vengeance. He would see worthless trash collapsed on the floor, fit only to serve as a living flesh doll.

"I won't end like that!"

After stumbling into the Magic Workshop and collapsing once more along the way, Morgan le Fay's body was nearly at its limit. Breathing heavily, she endured the dizziness and the surging desire as she forced herself to the cabinet where the potions were stored and began searching through the bottles and jars.

Those slender fingers, normally capable of expertly handling any material, now trembled beyond her control. Even the things before her eyes seemed to be spinning.

"I will get my revenge."

Finally, after knocking over numerous precious—or dangerous—potions in her frantic search, her trembling hand managed to seize the bottle filled with antidote. Morgan eagerly opened it and poured it into her mouth, letting out a satisfied "Ah~." Then intense sensations surged through her.

Her body began to recover. But at the same time, the flames of passion blazed even higher.

How should she put it?

This was also reaping what she had sown.

When making the poison, Morgan le Fay had considered what she could do to entertain her beloved sister if she captured her. So besides paralysis and weakening effects, she had added another debuff: making the victim high.

Morgan had originally imagined many scenes—watching her beloved sister succumb, her whole body weak and burning, looking at her with eyes filled with both hatred and anticipation.

Of course, after deciding to use it on Arthur, the image changed. Thinking of Artorius, her beloved sister's good child, kneeling before her like a little puppy, hafu hafu, licking her stocking-clad beautiful legs and begging for her rewards...

No, if she kept imagining it, she would break.

After laughing, "Ohohoho," Morgan le Fay fell into self-loathing, feeling that what she had just done was utterly shameful.

But...

She had brought this upon herself.

Though she desperately tried to endure it, the more she endured, the stronger that desire became.

As the creator of the poison, Morgan should have understood its properties and effects perfectly. Yet she still subconsciously followed the route it had laid out for her.

She had trapped herself.

"Artorius."

"Artorius."

"Artorius—Aaaaaah!"

Britannia's enchantress called out her enemy's name in a hoarse voice. Gradually, bit by bit, the cry changed until it became a murmur. She collapsed in exhaustion amid those cries. Her body was worn out, severely dehydrated, and she drifted into a heavy sleep.

At the same time.

"Ah, ah..."

Little Mo paced in circles, the unease in her heart steadily growing.

"Honestly..."

As one of Morgan's children, Little Mo was no less wary and distrustful of Morgan than any of her siblings.

"Brother won't get hurt, will he?"

Just moments ago, she had been having dinner with her beloved big brother. After their candlelit dinner, her brother would tell her stories, and then hehehe.

Today had been a wonderful day for Mordred too.

Yet that wonderful day had been ruined by Morgan's appearance.

Her beloved brother had left with her.

Though Mordred had great faith in Arthur, that woman, that woman was Morgan—the most terrifying and evil schemer in the world, the most vicious woman.

And what about her brother, Artorius?

He was so gentle, so innocent, so kind. How could he possibly be a match for someone like Morgan?

He would meet with misfortune, wouldn't he? Morgan would target him, wouldn't she? After all, Morgan's favorability toward King Arthur was so low. As King Arthur's son, Morgan definitely would not like him either, right?

So what would she do to her brother?

Imprison him? Torture him? Beat him? Force him?

Just thinking about it made Mordred feel like she was about to explode.

At this moment, she hated her own helplessness beyond measure.

Artorius and Morgan had used magic to transfer themselves to some unknown place.

She had studied magic before. Brother Arthur had even taught her, but she was lazy and preferred swords and spears to magic, so she had never put her heart into learning it.

Her brother had criticized her for it. As a result, Little Mo had naturally mastered the art of acting cute.

"Ahhh, if I'd known this would happen, I would have studied magic properly."

Then, at least when she went mad with worry and wanted to rush over to kill someone, she would know which direction to charge in. She could storm into some castle where Morgan planned to hide her beloved brother away, make a huge scene, and rescue him instead of helplessly pacing around like this.

That frustration kept accumulating as time passed, growing stronger and stronger until Mordred nearly grabbed her hair and rolled around on the floor...

Fortunately, Arthur returned before she could make such an embarrassing display.

"Brother—Aaaaah—"

Mordred threw herself into Artorius's arms at top speed, looking him over from head to toe while reaching out to inspect his body. "How was it? Are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, Little Mo."

Seeing Mordred touching him all over, Arthur lovingly reached out and stroked the child's little head. "She's only Morgan. She can't hurt me."

Author's Note:

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Little Mo: My Brother Is Amazing

Faced with his adorable little sister, who trusted him, worshipped him, and loved him, Arthur naturally had to show off his heroic side.

Though he had been caught off guard by Morgan earlier because of his overconfidence and arrogance, he left that part out when recounting his encounter with Morgan to Mordred.

He only told Little Mo that he was very strong, and someone like Morgan was no match for him at all. Though she had indeed tried to use some trick to harm him, he had destroyed it without mercy. In the end, she could only collapse from severe dehydration and beg him to spare her.

Out of consideration for the fact that she was his aunt and still had her uses, Artorius spared her life. He also warned her that if she dared do evil again, he would punish her like he had today—no, with a punishment even more terrifying than today's.

Morgan then tearfully promised Arthur that she would never dare cause trouble again. Only then did Arthur forgive her and return to reunite with Mordred.

"Ohhh, so that's what happened! Brother, you're amazing!"

As expected of Little Mo. She believed every single thing Arthur casually made up without question. Arthur found that very amusing.

When he had first started treating her this way, Arthur had felt a little embarrassed.

But fooling Little Mo was just too entertaining.

After all, his little sister was such a pure and adorable creature, as irresistibly cute as a feline cub. If he did not treat her well, dote on her, and play with her, that simply would not do.

Just as Morgan le Fay hated, her daughter had already completely become Artorius's possession.

"All right..."

After teasing Mordred, weariness appeared on Arthur's face. After all, he had just thoroughly engaged in some two-person exercise with Morgan. Even as the Dragon of Frost, he had to lower his dragon head and enter a period of recuperation.

"Then let's sleep and get some good rest." After yawning, Arthur carried Mordred to the bedroom. There, Mordred skillfully lit incense and used Rose Essential Oil acquired from Rome—blended by the finest magicians, it could restore physical strength and energy.

After massaging her beloved brother, she felt a little tired as well. Her desire for Artorius to be generous with his funds also lessened somewhat. Sometimes, it was enough just to hold her brother's arm and sleep.

It was enough to look at his peaceful sleeping face, his eyes closed like an angel's.

"My brother." Mordred smiled and lightly kissed Arthur's cheek. Today had been another wonderful day.

At the same time.

"Still no sign of it?"

In Camelot, inside an office of the Tower of White Chalk.

Though it was already deep into the night, the King of Knights still had no desire to sleep.

Possessing the Dragon Factor and the Heart of the Red Dragon, Artoria far surpassed ordinary people in both physical and mental endurance. Yet at this moment, she still felt exhausted.

Still no sign of it.

No matter how hard she searched, no matter how many shrewd, formidable, and powerful Knights of the Round Table she dispatched, she still could not find the legendary omnipotent wishing machine capable of changing everything in the world.

No matter how many plains they crossed, mountains they climbed, or seas they sailed, the Holy Grail that could save Britannia remained nowhere to be found.

Britannia's environment continued to worsen.

The temperature was falling, and the concentration of ether was falling as well.

The people were starving, the Monsters were restless, and the kings and nobles of the surrounding realms whispered among themselves. Yet all she could say to everyone was, "Hold on a little longer."

What was this? What in the world was this?!

"Artorius..."