My Mother, King Arthur

Arthur could see nothing but a "girl."

There were two possibilities for this.

The first was that this girl's femininity was overwhelmingly strong. Thus, her inherent profession and characteristic was "female." Or perhaps, "female" was more accurate.

The other possibility was that this girl possessed very powerful Magic Resistance, or was simply very skilled in Magic. Thus, she had hidden her own characteristics.

Regardless of which was true, she was no pushover.

Arthur thought to himself. Then, he addressed the beautiful young woman before him, "Big sister, are you a Fae?"

As he spoke, Arthur adjusted his demeanor to that of an innocent, inexperienced bishonen. This was a natural form of self-preservation when dealing with unfamiliar older women.

His question about her being a "Fae" was also a test.

Arthur had encountered many Fae in both Avalon and Britannia. Some were as small as butterflies. Others were larger, about the size of figurines. The strongest Fae were probably around the size of a legal loli. Fae like Vivian, the "older sister" type, were apparently rare.

Arthur hadn't met many of them so far.

"I am not a Fae," the other party replied with a gentle smile.

"Then... are there other beings in Avalon besides Fae? A succubus?" Arthur proposed another hypothesis.

"No, that's not it either."

The other party smiled and slowly approached Arthur amidst the sound of flowing water.

"You know, many people say I have the beauty of a goddess. But I'm actually human."

As she moved closer, her form became more visible. The aesthetic beauty that bordered on "natural" had a significant impact on Arthur.

This creature is definitely a Fae.

Arthur thought to himself.

Of course, this Fae was not that kind of Fae. Everyone understood that, right?

As he was thinking this, the fairy with pink hair had already happily walked ashore. She was now very close to Arthur.

At this distance, Arthur naturally had to maintain his image as a pure-hearted youth. So, even though he desperately wanted to push the older woman to the ground and scold her for her shamelessness, in reality, Arthur averted his gaze, blushing and looking as if he wanted to look but dared not.

This attitude pleased the pink-haired fairy greatly.

"Little brother~" she said to Arthur, feigning sadness. "Don't you like me? Am I not pretty?"

"P-pretty," Arthur replied shyly, embodying the persona of a pure, introverted, and bashful good boy, Artorius. "I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you before."

This was a lie. By Arthur's standards, this woman was indeed exceptional. But she wouldn't surpass the women he already had.

Moreover, in this short time, Arthur had already formed a bold guess about this woman's identity.

"If that's the case, why don't you look at me more~"

"Because... that would be wrong."

Arthur spoke with righteous conviction this time. "As a knight, I cannot be so disrespectful to a woman."

If he were the 12-year-old Arthur, he might have replied, "Because Mom said it's wrong," to further highlight his cuteness. But for the 16-year-old Arthur, that would sound like acting.

So, he used this righteous speech.

"Is that so? What a cute little knight you are."

"I'm not little anymore, I'm sixteen."

In answering this question, Arthur also displayed the stubbornness and insistence characteristic of a male his age. As he said this, he subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at her. His large eyes stared for a moment, then he quickly averted his gaze again. "Please, please put on your clothes before you speak."

"Mhm, yes, you're not a child anymore~"

The big sister with pink hair smiled happily. "So don't worry, I've already put on my clothes. So please open your eyes and look at me properly, my cute boy~"

"Is that so."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

Yes, she had indeed "properly" put on her clothes.

White, fluffy clothes, boots, a white crown, and a white, highly revealing outfit that resembled a swimsuit, more like lingerie than clothing.

One could say it was befitting of the Nasuverse; even though it was the medieval era, she wore such "modern" attire. It was simply...

"Ahhh!"

After pretending to be stunned for a while, Arthur frantically closed his eyes again, waving his hands in front of him as if to swat something away.

"What is this?! What is this?!"

Artorius Pendragon, the Evil Dragon Prince, the great Germanic warlord, shouted loudly, feeling as if his hands had grabbed two handfuls of soft marshmallows.

"Mmmph~"

Then came the big sister's pleasant hum. Amidst this delightful humming, her favorability towards Arthur increased significantly once again.

—Of course, this was all within Arthur's calculations.

Heroic Spirit Arthur, gained C-rank skill, Discernment Eye (Female): Can see through the basic information of most girls.

Author's Notes:

Today's first update, the last day of the May Day holiday. Did everyone spend it well?

Did you visit any interesting places?

Did you spend time affectionately with your beloved girlfriend?

Did you have fun with good friends?

Did you do anything meaningful?

Don't waste your youth. Everyone.

Also, I've deleted all comments about balance. If I keep them, they'll pollute the comment section. I hope you understand.

Chapter 45: Maeve: I'm so lucky, he's a pink bishonen.

Maeve.

Queen Maeve.

On the island of Ireland, the Queen of the Kingdom of Connacht felt like she'd struck gold.

Ah, saying "Queen of Connacht" is already a thing of the past.

It's been a long time, probably. Anyway, she was now like anyone else who had left enough of a mark on the Age of Gods, had enough strength, and didn't want to die, who had arrived in this utterly boring place called the Inner Sea of Stars.

Maeve felt incredibly depressed, almost driven mad. If she continued to be bored, she might as well just kill herself.

Even if she did commit suicide, going to the Throne of Heroes wouldn't allow her to "do this and that" anymore. After all, under the control of the Counter Force, the Heroic Spirits on the Throne of Heroes were also quite dull.

But at least there would be some "feeling."

All the good men, past, present, and future, existed on the Throne of Heroes, right?

Just thinking about it made her happy.

So Maeve had already decided. If she continued to be bored for a few more years, she would kill herself.

Of course, the feeling of depression and wanting to die had now disappeared.

Because she had met a bishonen.

A very pure bishonen.

A "prince" perfectly suited to her girlish, dreamy pink.

He had beautiful golden hair, stunning frost-silver armor, and innocent, vibrant azure eyes.

He was the most beautiful, cute, and handsome boy she had ever seen.

"Ah, have the gods heard my prayers and sent this child to me? Hehehehehe~"

The current Maeve no longer wanted to die.

All the current Maeve wanted was to love this pure child, to make this child hers.

Thinking this in her heart, her "love affair" had begun, and the Queen, her heart happily rippling, simply pinned Artorius beneath her.

She could feel that this child's strength was immense. Not inferior to any great hero she had ever met. He was even on par with, or perhaps surpassed, "that guy."

But because she was a cute, pink older sister, and she smelled his soft scent up close, the boy didn't want to hurt her, so he didn't use much force, allowing her to restrain him.

Arthur: "Heh."

Maeve, feeling smug in her heart, happily enjoyed the boy's weak protest, "Let me go..." She felt like she was about to explode.

"What an incredible child."

While feigning shyness, Arthur didn't forget to adjust his attitude. He was the type of character who "held onto his beliefs but wasn't without desire."

His previous protests, closing his eyes, and blushing were all part of it. Now, raising his lance to show respect was also part of it.

Feeling the size of the Evil Dragon Prince's lance, Maeve's expression turned joyful.

Although in her heart she desperately wanted to do "this and that" to Artorius right now, she actually, obediently, got off Arthur.

The reason for this was that Maeve also had her own aesthetic principles.

If she were to force herself on him now, the cute boy on the ground would likely go along with it reluctantly.

But what would that be?

That would be perverted, a perverted old hag. That was incompatible with her aesthetics, her pleasure.

No matter what, in front of such a cute youth, she wouldn't do something so out of place.

So she had to use seduction, to make the cute young knight hers, body and soul. Then she could enjoy him slowly.

"Days in the Inner Sea of Stars won't be boring anymore. Hmph hmph hmph."

She happily thought, "I don't know why this child came to me, but since he's in my hands, he's mine now."

She had a feeling.

Even though she had lost all her lovers, her beloveds, her husbands, her fiancés, and so on, as long as Artorius, this boy, was by her side, she was the victor.

A feeling that "this boy's worth exceeds Cú Chulainn's" arose spontaneously, making her somewhat lose herself.

"So, what should be the next step in the conquest?"

While Arthur pretended to be wary and shy, and was contemplating an escape, she changed from her swimsuit into a beautiful velvet coat. She also swung a small whip, making a pat-pat sound.

It still looked a bit off, but at least it was a complete outfit.

The "boy" who saw this breathed a sigh of relief. He put on a calm demeanor:

"My name is Artorius Pendragon," he announced first. "I am the heir to the throne of Britannia, and also the general of the Germanic front for the Roman Empire!"

As he said this, the aura of a general, a dictator, and a powerful warrior flashed for a moment, making Maeve's eyes sparkle.

Powerful men were also a bonus in her book.

"So, Older Sister, may I ask where this is and who you are?"

If he were powerful, handsome, and innocent, that would be the best outcome possible.

For Queen Maeve, Arthur also had two special effective skills.

His special effectiveness against older noblewomen, and his special effectiveness against viperous women yearning for love... or perhaps it was because of these special effective skills that Artorius always attracted such "odd women."

"Hmph hmph hmph," Maeve replied cheerfully after admiring the bishonen for a while. "This is my home, my cute knight boy." She said, "As for how you got here~ I don't know either.

All I know is that this place is generally unreachable for humans, and once you arrive, you cannot go back."

"Eh? Can't go back?!"

"Or rather, it's very difficult to go back."