My Mother is King Arthur

"Have that guy send more spies to the land of the Germans and gather information. If we can capture a few Valkyries, that would be even better. Yes, it's happily decided.

Your Highness is also sacrificing for the country. I'm sure everyone who learns of this situation will be moved."

"Elder Brother, are you thinking of another brilliant plan for governing the country again?"

At the same time, Mordred, riding her warhorse beside Arthur, couldn't help but think this. She cast an admiring glance at Arthur.

"He's constantly thinking about how to bring benefits to the people, so dedicated and brilliant. Truly worthy of being Elder Brother."

At this moment, Mordred was one of the subordinates moved by Arthur's efforts.

"The German region, are there any famous beauties there in this era... Ah, I should have read more history books."

The Dragon Child, while riding, felt intense distress. At the same time, seeing her brother so troubled, Mordred felt sad too, regretting her own foolishness and inability to help him. So she could only silently pray for her brother to quickly find the right solution to the problem.

Artorius, the Evil Dragon Prince's party, advanced forward without any hesitation.

Wales was before them. Crossing Wales, they would see Ireland across the sea. Thinking about meeting the Purple Old Woman he had longed for, Arthur felt a little excited.

Of course, on the march, Arthur didn't forget to take a detour to Avalon.

That Ideal Land, far from everything, could not be reached by physical means, only by "spirit." Where the heart yearns, the body follows.

To put it more plainly, Arthur just "thought" about it and appeared in the courtyard of Avalon. It was incredibly convenient.

"Arthur~"

And then, in the next second, Artorius, now 16 years old, maturing from a boy into a young man, encountered the Fae's face wash.

Author's Notes:

Still the first update at midnight!

Speaking of which, where did everyone go to play on this May 1st holiday?

Chapter 39: Why Don't You Come Find Me?

In the courtyard of Avalon, by the azure lake, amidst a sea of brilliant flowers, Arthur met the Lady of the Lake again.

"Arthur. It's really Arthur. Honestly~"

The woman hugging Arthur tightly and nuzzling him was Vivian. The Lady of the Lake, whose true form was the Fae-like Older Sister Vivian. She had beautiful silver hair, like an adult version of Emilia.

Even though Arthur was already an adult, she still treated him like a child. While washing his face, she said in a cheerful tone:

"Honestly, honestly, I've been waiting for Arthur to come here every day. I bake cakes and make tea every day, thinking about all the fun things I'd do with Arthur when he visited~ But then..."

At this point, the Older Sister, with her crimson eyes, slightly loosened her grip on Artorius, ensuring he could look into her eyes.

Her eyes, incredibly dark and terrifying:

"But why didn't you come?"

She stared directly at Arthur and asked, "I've been waiting for Arthur every day, why didn't you come, why why why why?

Do you dislike Older Sister? Are you tired of Older Sister? Older Sister will cry, you know. Hehehe, hehehehe..."

Danger.

Arthur.

Danger.

Artorius confirmed that the Older Sister before him was not in a good state. If he didn't think of something, he would lose his head twice and be carried into the lake by her.

So...

"I missed you too, Sister Vivian~"

In the next second, Arthur, with even more dramatic emotion than her, threw himself into her embrace.

"..."

This action was not part of the Lady of the Lake's plan. It caused Vivian's functions to pause.

She said to Arthur, somewhat flustered, "Even if you act spoiled like this, I won't forgive you..."

Arthur completely ignored her words.

"Sister~ It's so good to see you again, Vivian~"

He said to her in a slightly more childish tone than a sixteen-year-old boy, happily nuzzling her chest, and said with a cheerful voice:

"I'll never be separated from you again, Vivian~"

"Arthur~"

Instantly, the pent-up frustration, resentment, and all sorts of negative emotions from being left in Avalon for nearly two years without any contact dissipated by more than half. Looking at the cute boy in her arms, with his beautiful golden hair and sapphire-like eyes, the remaining negative emotions quickly vanished.

"B-but..."

But things needed to be clarified, didn't they? Why hadn't Arthur visited her in the past two years?

—Of course, it wasn't because Arthur had been busy with his cute sister in those two years, neglecting the troublesome Fae Older Sister.

It was because.

"It's because of my work. I've been incredibly busy. I haven't even been able to return to Britannia."

Arthur put on a troubled expression. He then proceeded to complain to Vivian, exaggerating every problem he'd faced over the past two years tenfold, even twentyfold.

The harsh weather, the untamed wilderness, the savage barbarians, and the Roman bureaucrats backstabbing him relentlessly out of jealousy. Facing all of this, Arthur was just a child – small, pathetic, and helpless. He could only hold back tears, pushing forward bravely like the protagonist in a teen romance drama.

"I've had such a hard time, Vivian, Big Sister," Arthur said, finally burying his face in the Fairy's embrace and taking a deep breath. After hearing Artorius's account, Vivian chose to forgive him.

"That must have been so difficult."

Looking at the cute boy's pitiable yet resilient demeanor, even a non-human Fae couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. After all, such emotions weren't exclusive to humans. Gods, beasts, Phantasmal Beasts, even monsters. All species with a "procreative" function would feel love for their offspring. Fairies were no exception.

Although she had never experienced it before, as a Phantasmal Beast, the Fae were clearly a species with rich emotions. And many of these emotions were related to "love."

Even though their thought processes differed from humans, as long as love was involved, the Lady of the Lake couldn't escape being deceived and manipulated by Artorius.

"If it's that difficult, why do you continue?" she asked. "Then, Arthur, why don't you stay in Avalon? Stay with me forever and ever~"

To remain in this Ideal Land, devoid of the concept of time and far from everything, forever with the silver-haired, red-eyed Fae big sister... What kind of reward was this?

I mean, what kind of torture was this?

No matter how beautiful she was, or how good her figure was. Because Fairies had a loose sense of morality, they could engage in any kind of debauchery. But after a while, one would still get bored.

In other words.

"No."

Arthur looked incredibly serious and tragic, his eyes sparkling as if filled with tears. He looked at the silver-haired, red-eyed Fae big sister. "I must take responsibility for my duties. I am the Prince of Britannia, and more importantly, the Supreme Commander of the Roman-Germanic War Zone. My people need me; I cannot abandon them. So, for now..."

As he said this, Arthur once again threw himself into his big sister's embrace. "It was incredibly difficult to find the time to come back to Britannia and see you, Big Sister. There's no other reason, I just wanted to see you again, Vivian~"

Hearing Arthur say this, Vivian was instantly moved. And she completely understood.

Arthur, like his Father King, that Knight King, was a ruler deeply responsible towards his subjects.

Therefore, amidst the chaotic external situation, he had dedicated almost all his energy to governing the country and waging war, leaving no room for trivial romantic matters. His life was like that of an ascetic monk. He was a righteous and incorruptible king, just like his Father King.

"He's still just a child."

Thinking this, Vivian felt a pang of heartache. She felt she owed this child so much.

Beyond that, the Fairy also felt very happy. Because even amidst such busyness and lack of free time, Artorius had overcome all obstacles to come see her.

What did this represent?

It was love! Of course, it was love! It represented Arthur's intense love for her.

The one you love also loves you back. Was there anything in this world that could make a Fae happier than this?

Author's Notes:

First update today.

Vivian's character is probably a mature version of Emilia.

Chapter 40: The Future Will Be Blissful (Third Update)

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The moment Arthur met the Fairy Vivian, Vivian had prepared to either "ship him" or break his limbs and keep him, depending on the situation.

But unfortunately, over the past two years, Artorius's strength and skills had not only greatly improved, but his oral skills had also surpassed the average for a king. The smooth talk that could always make Mordred happy enough to spread her legs had, in minutes, completely won over the Fae of Avalon.

Now, the anger the silver-haired, red-eyed Fae big sister felt towards Arthur had completely dissipated. It was replaced by a sense of guilt.

She felt bad that Arthur had endured so much hardship over the past two years while she couldn't help him.

With this guilt, Vivian asked Arthur if there was anything she could do for him.

The answer from the good child with beautiful eyes deeply moved the Fairy: "I just hope Vivian, Big Sister, can keep me company during this time~"

"As expected, this child isn't a liar."

This answer further lowered the Fairy's guard:

"He's nothing like that bastard Merlin."

Thus, Vivian's guilt towards Arthur deepened.

"To think that I was wary of such a good child, worrying he might deceive me. It was truly wrong of me."

With these feelings of apology, gratitude, and a desire to make amends for the past, the silver-haired, red-eyed Fae treated Arthur exceptionally well. She physically showed him the Fairy's passion. After a failed attempt to make the dragon bow its head, she reluctantly let Arthur leave.

"Goodbye, Vivian, Big Sister," Arthur said to Vivian as they parted. "I'll come see you again."

He made a promise with Vivian then. During the time he was in Britannia, he would visit Vivian every few days.

This made the Fairy happy, but also a little sad.

If she could, she really wanted to stay by Arthur's side, always and forever.

But she couldn't.

At the end of the Age of Gods, she, a Fae and the Lady of the Lake, could barely leave Avalon anymore. She couldn't adapt to a world without true Aether.

The Fae population of Avalon is growing increasingly saturated, partly for this reason.

Even in Britannia, the "navel of the world" and "last remnant of the Age of Gods," the concentration of true Aether has been declining, leading to the near extinction of Phantasmal Beasts.

When Vortigern, the White Dragon of Britannia, was still around, he'd bring along some magical beasts, trying to see if the Age of Gods could be restored.

But now, Vortigern is long dead. Even the concepts of "White Dragon" and "Lord of the Island" have been ceded to Artorius.

The former was upgraded by Arthur into the "Dragon of Frost," significantly reducing its Phantasmal Beast nature while greatly enhancing the concept of its "title."

It's like how King Arthur is known as the "Knight of the King" – a "title."

As for the latter, Arthur used it as a bargaining chip to entice a certain aunt. After all, with the Age of Gods on the verge of collapse, keeping such a concept was more harmful than beneficial.

Therefore, Vivian can only wait in the Ideal Land for her beloved boy to have time to visit her. She cannot take the initiative.

As for forcibly keeping Arthur here...

Vivian, being the Lady of the Lake, is elegant and detached from base desires.

Most Fae, upon seeing Arthur, would simply want to have fun and satisfy their physical needs. But Vivian is no ordinary Fae; she is a very powerful one.

She desires not just Arthur's body, but also dominion over his heart.

She thought, "During this time, I will support Arthur and let him feel my excellence. When he has saved Camelot, or failed, he will come here to reunite with me."

Perhaps ordinary Fae cannot choose correctly between fleeting pleasure and eternal happiness, but Vivian is clearly not that type.

If she endures now, she will have a blissful future.

Arthur thus passed the test smoothly and happily returned to the Britannia of the real world... Upon his return, Arthur acted as if nothing had happened, as if the friendly exchange with his dear older sister Vivian in Avalon had never occurred.

Of course, when facing Mordred, Arthur's demeanor was entirely different—

Though Little Mo appeared foolish and easily deceived, Arthur knew he had educated her well. Especially concerning matters of "women," Little Mo had become quite sensitive.