My Mother, King Arthur

After Arthur left, Vivian was happy for a while before making this decision.

Since Arthur treated her so well, she had to repay Arthur with all her heart.

Meanwhile.

"Brother, did something good happen?"

Beside Arthur, Mordred asked curiously.

Looking at Arthur's involuntary smile, Mordred was a little curious.

"Yes, yes," Arthur replied. "The plan to persuade the Fae Vivian has entered the next stage."

"I see."

Hearing Arthur say this, Mordred looked enlightened.

As always, her brother did not deceive her, choosing to share all his secrets and plans with her. He even traveled with her on the road to Ireland.

At this moment, they were already on a ship, enduring the tossing of the waves, and the dragon-headed warship, with its high bow and excellent seaworthiness, cut through the waves.

This type of ship, invented by the Germanic peoples of Northern Europe and widely used by the Vikings, was very famous in later generations. Although it was also a galley, it was more adapted to sailing in the rough waters of the North Sea than its Mediterranean counterparts.

In later generations, Viking adventurers even used such ships to sail in the Arctic Ocean and eventually reached the New World.

Arthur, who commanded a considerable number of Germans, naturally adopted the ship most suited to the North Sea at that time as the standard equipment for the German Army. Only a few improvements were made to the ship's design.

"Land ho!"

At this moment, a sailor standing on the lookout platform shouted excitedly. This made the rowers even more excited—Arthur preferred free sailors to slaves for rowing. Although they were harder to control, having more combat personnel than the enemy in naval boarding battles was always a welcome thing.

"We've reached Ireland."

Arthur said to Mordred, "Next, we'll head to the Shadow Country."

The Evil Dragon Prince said confidently, and he was somewhat looking forward to what was about to happen.

After all, who wouldn't love that purple-haired old woman.

The prince's plan encountered a problem half an hour later.

The dragon-headed warship, with its shallow draft, landed directly on the shoal. Then, sailors, pirates, and soldiers armed with various weapons happily landed in Ireland, this land that had little contact with the mainland since ancient times, almost isolated from the world...

Although it had been influenced by Rome and the island of Britannia. Even the people living in Ireland were basically Celts who had migrated from Britannia.

However, in terms of politics, economic and cultural exchanges, Ireland had always been self-contained.

It had always been a land of warring states. Several small kingdoms fought each other, and it had never been unified.

If history was correct, this chaotic situation would continue for several more centuries until Britannia annexed it.

"But now, perhaps there is another possibility."

Artorius thought to himself, "It's just a piece of European scrap, an insignificant place. It's also a subordinate of Britannia.

So, even if it were brought under control and annexed, it wouldn't provoke the backlash of Fate, hmph.

Author's Notes:

Second update today.

The weather suddenly turned cold. Although coolness is a good thing. But yesterday I went out wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and today I almost froze to death in the same attire. Truly...

Chapter 43: Does Avalon Have Such a Place? (Third update)

Poor Irish people, the last refuge of the Celts, now have no idea how "glorious" their future will become due to the Dragon Child's whim—

Of course, not as "Ireland," but as part of Arthur's great empire, a county within the province of Britannia.

Currently, Ireland is divided into four "powers": Leinster, Munster, Connacht, and Ulster. These four small kingdoms are constantly engaged in various alliances and stratagems, like a miniature version of the Middle Ages.

Of course, no matter how they formed alliances internally, they dared not offend any powerful nation. Especially a strong person like Artorius.

Among the knights serving under Arthur were not only those from Britannia but also some Irish Celts.

There was also some trade between the German war zone under Arthur's control and Ireland.

Therefore, after landing, when Arthur sent an envoy to declare that he was preparing to go to the secret realm of the Shadow Country, the monarchs of the small Irish kingdoms were very obedient. They vied to send envoys, expressing their willingness to act as guides. They would even be willing to be vassals of Rome.

However, after hearing that Arthur's target was the Shadow Country, the situation changed.

"However, the Shadow Country cannot be entered?"

Facing a sweaty and seemingly frightened Irish envoy, Arthur couldn't help but frown.

The location was Dublin—ah, of course, it wasn't called Dublin yet. This city was built during the Viking Age in the original history. But it didn't matter—in short, in Dublin, the envoy Arthur met brought bad news.

"Y-yes, Great General Artorius, Son of the Dragon."

The Irish envoy replied, bracing himself:

"In recent years, Queen Scathach has not recruited any disciples and has not appeared in Ireland. As you know, ordinary people cannot enter secret realms like the Shadow Country. Generally, one can only go to the Shadow Country by invitation from Queen Scathach, so..."

Arthur then inquired about the situation and visited some of Scathach's former students within Ireland.

The youngest of these students was already over sixty years old. From them, Arthur confirmed that Scathach had gradually reduced her activities more than thirty years ago.

Is it also because the Age of Gods is fading? Arthur thought.

He knew that Scathach had lived on into later generations. However, being alive didn't mean she could freely act in the present world.

"What should we do next, brother?"

Seeing Arthur lost in thought for several days, Mordred grew anxious.

"Besides that, we've also been away from Germania for some time. If we continue like this, will the situation in Germania worsen?"

"That's also a problem."

When Arthur left, he had handed over the special agencies and intelligence organizations to Avrgrum. He had entrusted the handling of domestic affairs to the military district administrative system he had planned.

This could ensure the stability of the Germania military districts for a certain period.

However, this was ultimately an era dominated by human rule. An era centered around bloodlines, heroes, and strong power.

If the core supporting this system, Artorius, were to remain abroad for an extended period, the situation would become uncertain.

"We really need to find a solution."

Arthur thought this and made a decision: "If we can't get any news about Scathach in a short time, we'll leave some intelligence personnel and envoys to continue searching in Ireland. Then we'll return to Germania."

The time required to return to the Germania military district by ship from Ireland was not long. It wouldn't cause too much delay.

"Okay, that's settled then."

Since Arthur had made up his mind, Mordred calmed down. The group then began searching for traces of the Shadow Country throughout the land of Ireland.

Until one night.

After telling Little Mo a modified story, Arthur also drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Arthur moved towards "Avalon" according to his will.

He had to take care of Little Mo when he woke up, and when he slept, he would go to Vivian, his older sister, to act spoiled. If he were an ordinary bishonen, he would probably have been exhausted to death by now.

But Arthur, as the Dragon Child, was different.

The Dragon Never Bows.

Back then, his immature mother, Artoria, when she was a trainee knight, could train hard during the day and receive Merlin's imperial education in her sleep. The current Arthur, compared to the Artoria Lily of that time, was a strengthened version. Naturally, this was not a problem for him.

Next, I can finally have a heart-to-heart with Vivian, my older sister.

He thought this as he moved forward.

The path in a dream is determined by one's state of mind. It can be long or short. But this time, Arthur felt like he had walked for a long time and still hadn't seen the sea of flowers from his memory.

Did I take the wrong path?

No, that's not right. Can you even take the wrong path in a dream? Hmm...

Thinking about this, Arthur felt a bit annoyed.

Just as he was pondering what to do next, a lush green forest appeared before him.

Birds were singing, and small animals like rabbits and squirrels were hopping around. Arthur also heard the sound of flowing water.

Does Avalon have a place like this? I've never been here before.

He thought this as he approached with curiosity. Then he heard it.

It was a girl's humming.

A scene very famous in artistic works.

A girl with long pink hair and delicate skin was bathing in a spring, immersed up to her waist.

She had her back to Arthur, so he could only see the curve of her back. It was a sight that made Arthur want to whistle. It was no less impressive than Mordred's.

If he had to differentiate, Little Mo was more toned and sleek due to more exercise, and her skin tone was healthier.

This older sister with her back to Arthur was softer, and her skin was fairer.

Both were beauties with their own unique charms.

Arthur thought this and turned to leave.

Although his inner desires were worthy of his dragon heritage, Arthur was generally a gentleman. He wouldn't engage in voyeurism. He certainly wouldn't steal someone's clothes like a gigolo or a sect leader from Mount Shu.

To leave quietly without revealing his presence. That was Arthur's decision.

However, before that.

"Is someone there?"

A voice, pure yet with a hint of seduction, carried over.

He had been discovered.

Arthur thought this, stopped in his tracks, and found himself face-to-face with the older sister in the spring, completely unclothed.

As a ruler and a strong-willed warlord, he was indeed a gentleman, but he was not a deserter. Therefore, he did not panic.

The staring contest lasted for two minutes.

Author's Notes:

Third update! Please vote with monthly passes, blades, and recommendation tickets.

I briefly considered setting up a bounty or something before. But after thinking about it, I decided against it... I don't have the stamina, my mental state isn't great, and my body is in poor condition. I can't handle the strain = =

Maintaining three updates a day is already a huge effort for me...

So I hope for everyone's strong support!

Chapter 44: In the Dream

"What a lovely child."

Even though she was wearing nothing, the older sister with long pink hair, a gentle face, and a very sweet appearance smiled and said this.

She showed no signs of shyness at all. Her body, her appearance, seemed as if she were born to seduce men.

She was a natural beauty.

Unlike Little Mo, Aunt Morgan, Older Sister Vivian... she was different from them.

Little Mo, besides being a girl, was an excellent warrior and a prodigy trained by Arthur, an outstanding commander.

Morgan, besides being female, was also a powerful witch and magician. Older Sister Vivian was the Lady of the Lake, and as for Mother Artoria, well, she was the King of Knights.

But now, the girl smiling and looking at him with keen interest, Arthur couldn't discern her profession or anything else.

Knight, swordswoman, magician, or perhaps a commoner, village girl, sister, daughter, noblewoman, older sister... Arthur wasn't boasting when he said he had developed quite a few of these skills over the years; he could guess with about eighty to ninety percent accuracy.

However, this skill seemed to have lost its effectiveness at this moment.