Having mastered the knack of distinguishing all kinds of perfume, scented powder, body fragrance, and floral scents, she could easily tell who Arthur had met that day.
Whether it was some Roman noblewoman or a German dragon cavalrywoman... trash like that posed no threat to Little Mo. She could ignore them.
Among the members of the opposite sex currently appearing around her brother, the only one she found somewhat threatening was Gareth.
That puppy-like girl had the hafhafu trait—powerful and obedient.
Back in Britannia, Gareth had earned the distinction of defeating the Seven-Colored Gourd Doll Knights in succession. She could fight Gawain, the strongest by day, to a draw for several hours. Her Spear Techniques were not much inferior to Lammorok, reputedly the strongest of the Round Table.
That was her combat ability.
But when it came to figure and looks, Gareth was far inferior to Little Mo.
Mordred's looks were first-rate. There was no doubt about that. As for her figure, she did not yet have the plump cantaloupes of a beautiful mature woman because of her age. But looking at Aunt Morgan and Mama Lancer Artoria, it was obvious that Little Mo's future growth held great promise. The day she developed a figure that stirred men's hearts was not far off.
Arthur had told Little Mo as much. Little Mo might lack confidence in herself, but she had absolute faith in her beloved brother.
Whatever her brother said was true.
If her brother said she would have huge boobs in the future, then she definitely would.
As for Gareth, Arthur was not too sure what her future would be like... Perhaps, as a lancer and Morgan's child, Gareth's future was worth looking forward to as well?
But it was uncertain.
At least for now, compared to Little Mo, whose body already had peaches and a beautiful curve to her back, Gareth did not seem competitive.
The only thing she had over Little Mo was a pair of jade-like hands that would bring a pleased smile to Yoshikage Kira's face.
That was also the origin of her nickname, "Beautiful Palm Public"...
However, although Arthur supposedly liked everything, he had not really developed such a niche fetish as a hand fetish.
All in all, the dog girl was nothing to worry about.
Little Mo could continue enjoying her brother's favor all to herself.
But...
"But this feeling of unease is growing."
The scent on Arthur was of a type Mordred had never encountered before.
In other words, it belonged to a mature, sexy silver-haired, red-eyed fairy.
That made Mordred uneasy.
It's updated, la la la!
Little Mo is jealous?
The Plan to Usurp Fate
"Brother, have you been hiding something from me?"
After Arthur went to Avalon, Mordred could not help becoming suspicious.
"Did he meet another woman?"
"This scent... I've never encountered it before, but it somehow feels a little familiar."
The reason Little Mo thought this was that Arthur had started teaching her that knowledge while they were on the continent. Arthur's interactions with Vivian, on the other hand, had mostly taken place in Britannia. That was why she found it familiar yet could not identify it.
If this continued, things would definitely become terrible.
Suspicion would be born.
Then it would transform into jealousy and hatred.
Mordred would become Mordred Alter and launch some hehehe rebellion against her beloved brother.
Arthur would never allow that to happen.
To make that happen, he would have to cast aside the seeds of suspicion and sow more seeds of other emotions, so that Mordred would continue to belong to him, forever.
That was to say...
"I went to see Vivian."
Arthur directly confessed his "Grand Plan" to Mordred.
"Ah, um, what did Brother go to see her for?"
In other words, to rewrite Fate.
According to the "Pan-Human History" of the Type-Moon World—humanity's predetermined Fate, the unchangeable contents of the Main World—the Roman Empire would fracture after the end of the Age of Gods.
Upon the corpse of the Roman Empire, the various kingdoms of the Germans would be established.
First came such "prototypes" as the Ostrogothic Kingdom, the Visigothic Kingdom, the Vandal Kingdom, and the Lombard Kingdom.
After those prototypes collapsed, whether due to the Empire's counterattacks, Hunnic invasions, or mutual slaughter, the world entered the Middle Ages. During the Middle Ages, the great Germans gradually emerged—the strongest, those who laid the foundation for the future and established the future order of Europe.
The Anglo-Saxons established England.
The Norse Germans of Scandinavia invaded the islands, conquered Eastern Europe, and established Kievan Rus', the predecessor of Russia.
On the Iberian Peninsula, the remnants of the Visigoths and Suebi joined forces with the local Basques. After nearly a thousand years of reconquering the peninsula from the Star and Moon Cultists, they successfully occupied all of Hispania. They became the Spaniards and Portuguese of later generations.
The kingdoms established by the various Germanic tribes were so numerous, so prosperous, and so powerful that they already inspired longing.
Yet if one were to ask which Germans, after the collapse of the Western Roman Empire in the Middle Ages, seized the greatest benefits and established the most powerful, glorious, and magnificent dynasty in Europe, everyone would choose that name.
"Franks."
They rose from the eastern bank of the Rhine River, then swept across all of Gaul. After three dynastic changes, they occupied most of the territory of what was now France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Switzerland—the "core of Europe."
During the Middle Ages, they were the "strongest," "most central," and "most successful" Germanic tribe.
They seized the legal legacy of the Western Roman Empire and became Roman Emperors. Germans among Germans. That was the Franks, the ancestors of Europe.
"What I want to usurp is the concept of 'Franks,' the Fate of 'Franks.'
"Compared with Britannia and the Western Roman Empire, both destined to perish, why should we try to save them? Why can't we become the victors ordained by Fate, Mordred?"
Artorius's eyes gleamed as he spoke every word of his Grand Plan to the sister he trusted most.
"The Anglo-Saxons—the Germans who landed on the British Isles—are already mine. But that is not enough. The Anglo-Saxons will not rise for another thousand years. I do not want to wait that long.
"So the Franks are the best choice."
"I discussed this with Morgan le Fay. She told me it was theoretically possible. Though it would be difficult, it was theoretically possible—but it would require enough sufficiently outstanding magi."
At this point, any ordinary person would surely have been shocked by Artorius's terrifying ambition.
What he wanted was not salvation, nor was it to cling sorrowfully to the remnants of the old era and die. It was not even to squeeze into the new era and seize a place on the Seat of Humankind. He wanted to decisively seize the most important Fate of this era for himself.
How arrogant was that?!
But Arthur was facing Mordred, the ideal assistant and most loyal sister he had personally raised.
She was uninterested in almost everything other than Arthur.
Fate, the greatest thing in the new era, or usurping something—none of it felt real to Mordred.
So after Arthur finished explaining everything, Mordred only had two thoughts.
Oh, so Brother went to see that woman not because silver-haired, red-eyed women are especially effective against Chinese men and perfectly match his sexual preferences, but because of a grand plan. Then there's nothing to worry about.
That was something she could only keep in her heart.
As for what she could say, it was a promise to her brother:
"Please rest assured, Brother."
Like the most loyal and steadfast knight, Mordred dropped to one knee before Arthur and saluted him. "Your wish shall be fulfilled with the help of I, Mordred Pendragon."
Just like that, Mordred's slight doubts about Artorius vanished into thin air.
She was still Arthur's most loyal knight, his finest commander, his most beloved little sister, and his best companion.
Looking at such an incomparably loyal sister, Arthur felt not only comfort, but also gratitude, and beyond that, an abundance of love.
But among those emotions, there was naturally also the tiniest, most insignificant, utterly unimportant little thought.
That was:
"Now that I've coaxed Little Mo, I can make time every day to go to Avalon and kiss Vivian like a big sister without being suspected."
Thus, during the journey that followed, Arthur went to Avalon every day and left Big Sister Vivian utterly dizzy with infatuation...
Only after several days did Arthur gradually begin changing his demeanor and attitude. Whenever he went to play with Big Sister Vivian, he wore a worried frown. When the fairy asked:
"Arthur, what exactly happened?" Arthur would refuse to tell her. That made Vivian's curiosity, desire to know, and thoughts of "helping Arthur solve his troubles to raise his affection" grow stronger and stronger...
Today's first update, la la la!
I'm Very Curious
"Arthur, what exactly is going on? Just tell me..."
In Avalon's courtyard, amid a sea of flowers that bloomed throughout all four seasons, under warm and gentle sunlight, the fairies in the flowers witnessed a startling sight.
The strongest and finest among them, Lady of the Lake Vivian, was acting like a little girl and coquettishly pleading with a human boy of around sixteen.
It was truly... hard to put into words.
Fairies were creatures that, yes, included some cute Phantasmal Beasts as small as butterflies, with insect-like wings and miniature figurine-like bodies. Innocent, lively, and fond of pranks, they were as guileless as children.
But there were also some powerful ones with body proportions like humans—and among the strongest, there were even those who possessed unparalleled wisdom.
Like Vivian.
She was not some half-baked blue ice fairy who shouted, "I'm the smartest," while actually being an idiot. She was a true being of supreme intelligence, an outstanding and clever big sister adored by the fairies. She could even be called the queen of the fairies.
Therefore, before the fairies, Vivian was always elegant and noble, the big sister they admired... No fairy had ever imagined that their outstanding, intelligent, calm, and wise big sister would act so coquettishly toward a human—though the human boy named Artorius was very cute.
But even if he was that cute, was this really acceptable?
Well, considering the fairies' simple way of thinking, they probably did not know either.
Arthur had been wearing a worried frown for five or six days without explaining anything to Big Sister Vivian. By then, Big Sister's curiosity and concern about Arthur's affairs had reached their peak.
Although she was a queen, a goddess, and a big sister, Vivian was also a fairy. Her curiosity was no less than that of any other fairy.
To satisfy that curiosity, acting cute in front of Arthur was not unacceptable—ah, of course, only before Arthur. As for anyone else, absolutely not.
"No." Arthur rejected her as he always did.
He wore a somewhat forced smile as he refused Big Sister Vivian.
"I don't want to trouble Big Sister Vivian with this matter."
Arthur's words were an improvement over what he had said in the previous days.
A few days ago, he had told Vivian, "It's nothing." Now, he was saying, "There is something, but I don't want to trouble you with it."
And after saying that, Arthur disappeared immediately, leaving Vivian there to sulk.
"What is this?"
"I'm already Big Sister's lover, yet he still hides things from Big Sister. Honestly, honestly! He's being so naughty!"
As she spoke indignantly, she vented her dissatisfaction on the surrounding flowers and grass, kicking the ground with her little boots.
"But..."
After thinking for a brief moment, Big Sister made a decision—she would forgive him.
Yes, she decided to forgive Arthur.
It was not merely because Arthur was so cute, so kind, and so sensible. It was also because Arthur was hiding this from her for her own sake—he clearly had troubles, yet he worried about making things difficult for her and refused to ask for help. Such a child was truly, truly far too adorable.
"I have to help him!"
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