My Mother, King Arthur

With her mastery of distinguishing various perfumes, powders, body scents, and floral fragrances, she could easily tell who Arthur had met today.

Was it just another Roman noblewoman, or a Germanic dragon rider? Such trivialities posed no threat to Little Mo, so she could ignore them.

Among the opposite sex who had appeared around her brother recently, the only one she felt was a genuine threat was Gareth.

That dog-like girl possessed a hafhafu attribute, was powerful, and obedient.

Back in Britannia, Gareth had already achieved the feat of consecutively defeating the Seven-Colored Gourd Doll Knights. She could fight evenly with Gawain, the strongest during the day, for several hours. Her spear skills were not much inferior to Lammorok, who was hailed as the strongest of the Round Table.

This was her combat prowess.

However, when it came to figure and appearance, Gareth was far inferior to Little Mo.

Mordred's appearance was top-tier. There was no doubt about that. As for her figure, although she didn't have the plumpness of a mature woman due to her age, looking at Aunt Morgan and Lancer Artoria, her mother, it was clear that Little Mo's future growth was highly promising. Becoming someone with a human heart was also just around the corner.

Arthur had also told Little Mo about this. Little Mo might lack confidence in herself, but she had absolute faith in her dear brother.

Whatever her brother said, she believed.

If her brother said she would have large breasts in the future, then she definitely would.

As for Gareth, Arthur wasn't too clear about that child's future. Perhaps, as a Lancer, and also Morgan's child, Gareth's future could also be anticipated?

But it was uncertain.

At least for now, compared to Little Mo, who already had peach-like curves and a beautiful back, Gareth seemed uncompetitive.

The only thing she had over Little Mo was a pair of jade hands that would make Yoshikage Kira show a look of pleasure.

This was also the origin of her nickname "Beautiful Palm Public."

However, although Arthur was known as an "all-control" type who liked everything, he hadn't really developed a taste for more niche fetishes like hand-control.

In conclusion, the dog girl was not a threat.

Little Mo could continue to monopolize her brother's affection.

But...

"However, my sense of unease has increased."

The scent emanating from Arthur was of a type Mordred had never encountered before.

That is, a mature, sexy, silver-haired, red-eyed fairy.

This made Mordred feel uneasy.

Author's Notes:

Updated, lalala.

Little Mo's jealousy?

Chapter 41: The Plan to Usurp Destiny

"Brother, did you do something behind my back?"

After Arthur went to Avalon, Mordred couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Did he meet another woman?"

"This scent, although I haven't encountered it before, it feels inexplicably familiar."

Little Mo thought this because Arthur had taught her knowledge when they were on the continent. Arthur's interactions with Vivian, however, were more frequent in Britannia. That's why she felt it was familiar but couldn't place it.

If this situation continued, things would surely turn for the worse.

Suspicion would arise.

And then it would transform into jealousy and hatred.

Mordred would become Mordred Alter, launching a rebellion against her beloved brother.

Arthur would never let that happen.

To prevent such a thing, he needed to remove the seeds of suspicion and sow more seeds of other emotions. To ensure Mordred continued to belong to him, forever.

In other words.

"I went to see Vivian."

Arthur directly confessed his "grand plan" to Mordred.

"Ah, um, Brother, what are you looking for her for?"

In other words, to tamper with fate.

According to the "Pan-Human History" of the Type-Moon World, that is, the "predetermined fate of humanity," the "unchangeable" content of the "Main World," after the Age of Gods ended, the Roman Empire would shatter into pieces.

Upon the corpse of the Roman Empire, the Germanic kingdoms would be established.

First came the "trial products" like the Ostrogothic Kingdom, Visigothic Kingdom, Vandal Kingdom, and Lombard Kingdom.

After these trial products collapsed, either due to the empire's counterattack, the Hunnic invasions, or their own infighting, the world entered the "Middle Ages." In the "Middle Ages," the great "Germans," who were the most powerful, laid the foundation for the future, and established the future geopolitical landscape of Europe, gradually emerged.

The Anglo-Saxons established England.

The Norse Germans of Scandinavia invaded the islands, conquered Eastern Europe, and established Kievan Rus', the predecessor to Russia.

On the Iberian Peninsula, the remnants of the Visigoths and Suebi, joined by the local Basques, spent nearly a thousand years counter-attacking the peninsula's Star and Moon Cultists, successfully occupying all of Hispania. These were the Spaniards and Portuguese of later generations.

The kingdoms established by the various "Germanic" tribes were so numerous, so prosperous, and so powerful. It was already enough to make one yearn for them.

However, if one were to ask which "Germanic" people, after the collapse of the Western Roman Empire in the Middle Ages, reaped the most benefits and established the strongest, most glorious, and greatest dynasty in Europa, everyone would choose that one name.

"The Franks."

Rising from the east bank of the Rhine River, they then swept across all of Gaul. After three dynastic changes, they occupied the vast majority of the territories of what are now France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Switzerland – the "European core."

In the "Middle Ages," they were the "most powerful," "most central," and "most successful" Germanic tribe.

They seized the legitimacy of the Western Roman Empire and became Roman Emperors. The Germanic among the Germanic. This was the Frankish people. The ancestor of Europe.

"What I want to usurp is the concept of 'Frank,' the destiny of 'Frank.'

Compared to Britannia, which is destined to perish, and the Western Roman Empire, why can't we become the destined victors instead of trying to save them, Mordred?"

Artorius's eyes flickered as he spoke his grand plan, word by word, to his most trusted sister.

"The Anglo-Saxons. The Germanic people who landed on the British Isles are already within my grasp. But this is not enough. It will be another thousand years before the Anglo-Saxons rise to prominence. I don't want to wait that long.

Therefore, the Franks are the best choice."

"I discussed this topic with Morgan le Fay, and she told me that it is theoretically possible. Although it is very difficult, it is theoretically possible—but it requires a sufficient number of excellent magicians."

At this point, an ordinary person would surely be astonished by Artorius's terrifying ambition.

He didn't want salvation, nor did he want to die tragically clinging to the dregs of the old era. He didn't even want to squeeze into the new era and secure a place on the throne of the primates. Instead, he wanted to simply seize the most important destiny of this era for himself.

How arrogant!

But Arthur was facing Mordred. The ideal assistant and most loyal sister he had personally educated.

She was uninterested in almost everything except "Arthur."

Destiny, the greatest thing in the new era, or usurpation—none of it felt real to Mordred.

So after Arthur finished explaining everything, Mordred had only two thoughts.

Oh, so Brother went to find that woman not because her silver hair and red eyes were a special counter to China and suited his preferences, but for some grand plan. In that case, there's nothing to worry about.

These were thoughts she kept to herself, unable to voice them.

As for what she could say, she assured her brother:

"Please rest assured, Brother."

Like the most loyal and resolute knight, Mordred knelt on one knee before Arthur and bowed to him: "Your wish shall be fulfilled by me, Mordred Pendragon."

Just like that, Mordred's slight doubts about Artorius vanished.

She remained Arthur's most loyal knight, the most outstanding commander under his command, his beloved sister, and his best companion.

Looking at his incredibly loyal sister, Arthur felt not only satisfaction but also deep emotion, and beyond that, immense love.

But amidst these emotions, there was, of course, a tiny, insignificant, unimportant, small realization.

Now that Little Mo is appeased, I won't be suspected when I go to Avalon to play kissy-face with Big Sister Vivian every day.

Thus, on the journey that followed, Arthur went to Avalon every day, leaving Big Sister Vivian utterly dazed...

After several days like this, Arthur gradually began to change his demeanor and attitude. Every day when he went to play with Big Sister, he wore a troubled expression. When the fairy asked, "Arthur, what's wrong?" he wouldn't tell her. This made Vivian's curiosity, desire for knowledge, and the thought of "helping Arthur resolve his worries to increase his favorability" grow stronger and stronger...

Author's Notes:

First update of the day, la la la!

Chapter 42: I'm Very Curious

"Arthur, what's going on? Just tell me..."

In the garden of Avalon, amidst a sea of flowers that bloomed year-round, bathed in the warm, gentle sunlight, the fairies in the flower sea witnessed a surprising scene.

The strongest and most outstanding among them, the Lady of the Lake Vivian, was acting like a little girl, acting spoiled towards a boy around sixteen years old.

The sight was truly... indescribable.

Fairies, yes, some of them were as big as butterflies, with insect-like wings and the bodies of miniature figurines, cute phantasmal beasts. They were innocent, lively, and loved to play pranks, as innocent as children.

But some, the powerful ones, possessed bodies with human-like proportions—and the most powerful among them even possessed unparalleled wisdom.

Just like Vivian.

She wasn't like the half-baked blue ice fairy who claimed "I'm the smartest" while being an idiot. She was a truly top-tier intelligent being. She was admired by the fairies, an excellent and intelligent older sister. One could even say she was the queen of the fairies.

Therefore, Vivian always appeared dignified and graceful before the fairies, admired by them as a great sister... No fairy would have ever imagined that their excellent, intelligent, and composed elder sister would act so spoiled towards a human—even though the human boy named Artorius was very cute.

But even if he was this cute, was it really okay?

Well, with the fairies' simple brain circuits, they probably didn't know either.

Arthur had been frowning for five or six days, but he refused to explain anything to his big sister Vivian. Her curiosity and concern for Arthur had reached their peak.

Although she was a queen, a goddess, and his big sister, Vivian was also a fairy. Her curiosity was no less than any other fairy's.

To satisfy her curiosity, she wouldn't mind acting cute in front of Arthur—ah, of course, only in front of Arthur; no one else.

"No, thank you," Arthur refused as usual.

He offered a strained smile as he turned down his big sister Vivian.

"I don't want to trouble you with this, Vivian."

Arthur's words showed progress from a few days ago.

A few days prior, he had told Vivian, "It's nothing." Now, he was saying, "It's something, but I don't want to trouble you."

After saying that, Arthur vanished, leaving Vivian sulking alone.

"What is it?"

"He's already my lover, yet he's still hiding things from me. Honestly, honestly! He's such a naughty boy!"

She grumbled indignantly, taking her frustration out on the surrounding flowers and grass. She kicked the ground with her little boots:

"But..."

However, after a moment of thought, his big sister made a decision—she would forgive him.

Yes, she decided to forgive Arthur.

This wasn't just because Arthur was so cute, so kind and sensible. It was also because Arthur's secrecy was actually for her own good—he already had difficulties, but he was worried about troubling her, so he was unwilling to ask for help. Such a child was truly, truly adorable.

"I must help him!"