My Mother King Arthur

Even though Arthur had actually analyzed over 50% of the dream by now, he still pretended to be surprised and said to Maeve, "This won't do. I have to go back. That is to say..."

"Don't worry too much, young man. I'll help you figure something out."

"In that case, thank you very much, um..."

"My name is Maeve~"

"Mm, Maeve~"

Hearing the bishonen sweetly call her name, Maeve felt incredibly happy. So, she proceeded with the next step of her plan.

"Before that, let's rest for a bit, young man."

As she said this, she took out a wine flask emitting a sweet, cloying fragrance. "Would you like some of this mead?"

She looked at Arthur with anticipation, her mind filled with thoughts of pleasant developments—drinking—then entering an expression of ecstasy—then this and that, being completely consumed by her, hehehehehe...

However, things did not develop as she had hoped.

Arthur did not agree. He didn't even continue to play the innocent youth. Instead, he looked at her with a strange gaze.

It was as if his gaze said, "Is that all?"

Author's Notes:

Maeve's 'conquest' skills aren't actually that high. Besides her excellent physical attributes, she relies on aphrodisiacs. She's quite the trashy woman.

I've looked at everyone's options and comments, and I've thought about it myself.

I still believe that "updating on Hedgehog Cat" will do more damage to "yuewen."

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Chapter 46: Denouncing the Trashy Woman

With his magical aptitude, which would later allow him to become a Caster, Arthur immediately discerned the ingredients and effects of the "mead" Maeve had produced. The look in his eyes instantly turned a bit gloomy.

Knowing who Maeve was and knowing her deeds, Arthur was willing to get entangled with her under strange circumstances for reasons other than just wanting her body; he wanted to exchange techniques.

Maeve seduced men with her charm to achieve success. Arthur was the opposite.

In a sense, they were colleagues.

So, wasn't it normal to want to acquire some techniques from a colleague?

Arthur wanted to see exactly how Maeve seduced men. How she enticed them, how she used her words, abilities, and schemes to make men hers.

All of these things could be incorporated into his own skills and techniques. When he woke up the next day, he could make Little Mo happy too. She wouldn't have to worry or exert herself; she could just enjoy the results as soon as she opened her eyes. What good fortune!

"Not forgetting his sister even at a time like this. I truly am a good brother."

Arthur felt smug in his heart.

However.

What was the result?

"Is that all?"

Where were the promised techniques?

Where were the promised words, strategies, and emotions?

She went straight for an aphrodisiac?

Is that all?

This woman is truly something else.

"What a piece of trash," Arthur muttered. His expression turned very grim.

As Maeve let out a confused "Eh, eh?" in surprise, he stood up and looked down at Maeve as if she were trash.

"I thought that as a legendary queen, you would have profound insights when you came before me. I never expected you to produce such a vulgar thing!"

Maeve: "?!?!"

Although she didn't know why, Maeve felt guilty when Arthur righteously spoke these words. She felt as if she would eventually die from a heart attack, spitting up three liters of blood.

This feeling of guilt intensified with Arthur's next words:

"The Age of Gods declined, and Gaia caused disaster. As a result, the Germanic tribes rose one after another. They abducted Rome and cruelly slaughtered its people. Because of this, the Senate was filled with corrupt officials; within the temples, beasts feasted... Well, this probably has nothing to do with you."

Maeve: "If it has nothing to do with you, why are you saying it—"

"—Silence! A lustful female dog, how dare you yelp and bark here!"

Arthur continued righteously:

"I have heard of your life; you are the Queen of Connacht, known as the 'Maiden of Many Loves,' the eternal Noblewoman. For a Bishonen like myself to come here, you should have treated me gently, under the moon and flowers, sharing our hearts, whispering sweet nothings..."

Maeve: "Isn't that too much trouble... Why don't we skip the steps and go straight to the main event..."

"— Shut up!"

Hearing the scumbag woman say that, Arthur's dissatisfaction grew even stronger:

"You were supposed to lend me a hand. Instead, you used an aphrodisiac with wicked intentions! Your sins are too great to be borne by heaven and earth!"

Maeve: "Is it that serious...?"

Arthur completely ignored her small protest and continued his righteous, concluding remarks to Maeve:

"Green tea queen, pink-haired bitch! You've already fled to the Inner Sea of Stars, so what face do you have to seduce me?! I have never seen such a shameless person!!!"

After saying this, he turned and left without looking back, leaving Maeve, who had been quite stimulated, stunned in place.

When she came to her senses and realized Arthur had played her, that he had scolded her and then run off, Arthur had already vanished without a trace.

"So..."

She was stunned for a while longer, pondering this matter—

"So, this child saw through me... and rejected me...?"

"No, that's not right, he played me too!"

"He wasn't swayed by my charm at all! On the contrary, he looked down on me and thought I was an idiot!"

"Ah, ahhh! I've been humiliated by that little brat!"

"That little brat, he, he, he, actually doesn't want to do it with me!!!"

Maeve was practically going mad with anger. Looking at her, it was as if Arthur was the one who had committed an unforgivable act.

If Arthur were to appear before her at this moment, she would definitely "teach" him a "lesson" in her own "way."

"Bastard, bastard, Artorius, is that you?! I'll remember you! I will get revenge!"

"I must, I absolutely must make him mine!"

At the same time.

Arthur, having left the spring where Maeve bathed and continued forward, felt a bit of regret.

If she had listened to his current self-talk, Maeve wouldn't have had to be so angry. Her charm did have some effect on Arthur.

It just wasn't as effective as she thought.

"Ah, ah."

"If I had known, I shouldn't have left so decisively."

"Even if I couldn't learn any seduction techniques, I could have had a free bang. What's not to like, really... I wouldn't have to take responsibility anyway."

"Ah, ah, I regret it, I regret it. Is it too late to turn back now?"

After a few seconds of thought, Arthur finally decided against it.

Losing so much face for a free Dragon Lance containment device was definitely a loss.

"Besides, that woman probably resents me now and will likely cause me trouble if there's a chance in the future... But whatever, she's trapped in the Inner Sea of Stars, and she's not a god. She'll probably die in about two years and head to the Throne of Heroes. It's not like we'll meet again easily."

With that thought, Arthur put Maeve out of his mind and began to think about other things.

— The area he was currently in was indeed a dream, but it wasn't the path to Avalon.

"Is it because I'm in Ireland that the situation has changed?"

Arthur thought, "So, what's connected is a corner of the Inner Sea of Stars related to Ireland. That is, Maeve's sacred spring?"

"If that's the case..."

Arthur thought of a possibility.

"If that's the case, could I also reach the legendary Shadow Country through this method?"

"Hmm... Perhaps I can try?"

Arthur made up his mind. He thought to himself, "Shadow Country, Shadow Country, Shadow Country..."

Then he moved forward.

But it had no effect.

"Did I think wrong?"

After thinking for a while, he decided to try a different approach:

"Purple old woman, purple old woman, purple old woman."

He thought this as he moved forward, feeling that he would definitely be beaten up by some purple bba this way. But no matter what, the task of finding the Shadow Country was complete.

"I'm such a genius."

Thinking this happily, walking forward cheerfully, Arthur gradually heard Little Mo's voice:

"Brother, brother, brother..."

The voice grew clearer and clearer.

"Stop messing around, Little Mo. Your brother is doing something important…"

After saying that, Artorius woke up.

Author's Notes:

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Chapter 47: The Future of the Celts

He was still lying on the bed. Inside the marching tent. Mordred was beside him.

Even though she couldn't share a tent with Arthur after revealing her identity as a Himekishi, sneaking in at midnight was still no problem.

Every morning, Arthur's wake-up service was one of Little Mo's happiest times, second only to sparring and sword practice during the day and sword practice and sparring at night.

But today. Little Mo felt something was wrong.

Arthur wasn't awake yet.

Feeling a little worried, she had to wake him up physically, of course, after trying magic and finding it ineffective.

"Mordred…"

Arthur woke up.

"Sorry, Brother. But if you don't get up soon, everyone else will."

Little Mo said, turning around, "I'm going back. You hurry up too, Brother."

After speaking, Little Mo turned and left silently, leaving Arthur alone.