My Mom is King Arthur

Clarent in his hand was a greatsword, its movements wide and sweeping, naturally making it a human meat grinder on the battlefield. But it wasn't effective against an opponent whose speed, agility, and techniques surpassed his own.

Scathach's martial arts surpassed his. The dual guns she wielded relied on a style of nimble and tricky techniques. In a one-on-one duel, it was precisely her counter to him.

If he insisted on fighting it out, his chances of victory were slim. So, Arthur simply used a beam cannon.

Frost-colored Magic gathered on the blade, and then he violently blasted it towards the opponent.

This move was invincible on the battlefield! It was also infinitely powerful in personal combat. Compared to all the beam cannons of his era, whether it was Father King, Mordred, his cousin Gawain, or the Sword Emperor Lucius, Arthur had never been inferior to anyone in his life!

However—

"Very good!"

Compared to the Purple Old Woman opposite him, it still seemed too naive.

She casually swung her spear. Under Artorius's astonished gaze, the tip of her spear pierced directly through Arthur's beam cannon. It was like a sharp paper cutter slicing paper in half. Scathach broke through the light and came closer and closer to Arthur!

"I fell for it!"

When Scathach was less than a meter and a half away from Arthur, well within his attack range, Arthur felt smugly triumphant. A chilling sensation of frost suddenly emanated from all around him—

Inherent Skill · Frost of Stillness activated again! The icy coldness, capable of freezing the soul, spread along the tip of Gae Bolg towards her arm, and rapidly, at a speed Scathach couldn't even react to, froze her arm!

"This battle will ultimately end in my victory! Old Woman!!"

This was Arthur's final thought before he was knocked unconscious by the butt of the other spear in her left hand.

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Chapter Forty-Nine: A Trial Run

It hurts.

My head hurts.

It feels like someone has been repeatedly hitting the back of my head with a spear butt, both in reality and in dreams, several times.

As Arthur regained consciousness, he groaned, "Ah..." from the throbbing pain in his head.

Such a beautiful boy, suffering such pain. If it were an Older Sister, she would surely have been fussing over him with concern.

But she wasn't.

"You're not dead, boy."

The cold, purple-haired beauty spoke these indifferent words. Dizziness washed over Arthur as he fixed his gaze on her cool face.

She was different from the joyful beast he'd seen during the fight. This time, Scathach exuded an air of abstinence.

She squatted beside Arthur's head, looking at him with a placid gaze.

"Just now..."

Arthur recalled the events and confirmed how he had lost.

—Just as his Frost of Stillness froze her right arm, Scathach "swished" and turned, using a feint to evade the freezing range of Frost of Stillness.

At the very instant Frost of Stillness was about to spread, she used a feint and struck the back of Artorius's head with the butt of her left spear.

Originally, as a Frost Dragon, Arthur's physical constitution was incredibly tough; he shouldn't have fainted from a single blow. However, this combined with the head injury he sustained from Scathach's sneak attack in the real world, caused Arthur to pass out.

"It was just a moment," Arthur thought. "If it had been a moment longer, Frost of Stillness would have spread throughout her body, and then victory would have been mine."

The reason he waited until she was within arm's reach before activating his Inherent Skill was his concern about her speed and reaction time.

If he couldn't strike at point-blank range, she would surely be able to dodge the range of his Inherent Skill, or use some magic, or counter him in some other way.

Arthur's plan had indeed succeeded.

As for the subsequent defeat, that was the result of her shameless sneak attack before the battle.

"So, if you think about it, it's a tie. Scathach is just so-so, barely managed to draw with me."

He deliberately spoke in a low voice, loud enough for Scathach to hear.

Scathach: "..."

Her Majesty, the Queen of the Shadow Country, felt that she hadn't hit the brat hard enough just now.

Although she didn't fully understand Arthur's inner monologue, by putting herself in his shoes and reconstructing the battle scene, Scathach, with her "Wisdom of the Bewitching Lands," could reconstruct about seventy to eighty percent of Arthur's thoughts.

And then she felt like hitting him.

"I only used my spear techniques, boy,"

Scathach said in a calm tone as she stood up. "I didn't use magic, nor did I use my authority as the Queen of the Shadow Country.

And even so, I was still the one who won in the end."

"Mhm, mhm, yes, yes."

Arthur also stood up, then looked at the purple... Older Sister in front of him with a slightly disdainful gaze:

"You won, you won, are you satisfied now, Older Sister?"

Scathach: "..."

No, I want to hit him even more.

This brat's attitude is like he's saying: "You're already an adult. Why are you arguing with a child like me over trivial things? You're so competitive.

And "Queen of the Shadow Country," "Teacher of Heroes," you're really petty."

"So..."

She took two deep breaths, suppressing the urge to beat Arthur, and then said to him, "Why have you been looking for me all over Ireland? Dragon Child of Britannia."

"First, your title is outdated," Arthur told her. "My primary titles are Governor-General of the Roman Empire, Conqueror of Germania, Guardian of Gaul, and Savior of Europe. Not some Dragon Child of Britannia.

Second, I'm no longer looking for you. After a few days, the search I started on a whim has ended because I, Your Highness, have had my fill.

So now, you're looking for me, Your Majesty."

"You're the one who's competitive."

Seeing Arthur spout such utter nonsense with a straight face, Scathach laughed despite her anger.

Should I say he lives up to his name as Scathach? Such a smile made Arthur freeze for over two seconds.

"He's the type who likes to show off in front of girls he likes," she commented. "Of course, I don't dislike it even so."

"..."

Hearing Scathach say that, Arthur showed a flustered expression, 'Eh, how does she know that's what I was thinking?' This made Scathach laugh with delight.

"Stop pretending, boy," she leaned close to Arthur's ear and said to Artorius in her magnetic voice:

"With your composure, you wouldn't be flustered even if I said these things.

Put away that clumsy act."

"..."

"Hmph hmph hmph~"

Hearing Scathach say that, Artorius finally revealed a genuine, happy smile:

"It's not clumsy, Your Majesty Scathach," he said, also leaning his face close to Scathach's ear like she did. "I've put a lot of thought into understanding your psychology, and I've performed with great care."

"Boring little trick."

"Really? Is that what you truly think? Don't you find this interesting at all?"

"A twisted sense of amusement."

"Likewise."

After completing this exchange, the two finally separated. Two chairs appeared out of thin air behind them. Arthur and Scathach sat down together. Afterward, Arthur could see the emotion of "appreciation" in her eyes.

From the moment Scathach first appeared before Arthur, both had been probing each other.

To be more precise, Scathach was probing Artorius more.

She tested his reaction speed, his martial skills, and also his strategy, personality, and even his shamelessness.

This was the instinct of an excellent "educator."

Every teacher would conduct an initial assessment of a new student to confirm their level and to better teach them according to their aptitude. Scathach was no exception.

She divided each test subject into six tiers: E, D, C, B, A, and the unclassifiable outlier EX—of course, these should actually be written with Rune letters, but using modern English is easier to understand.

Scathach's evaluation of Arthur was quite high:

Martial Skill B-: As someone from a formal background, he is very solid. He has gained a lot of practical combat experience on the battlefield, but without guidance from a master, his techniques and moves need improvement.

Magic B--: Having pieced things together and taught himself, his magical foundation is too poor, with significant room for improvement.

Physical Fitness A+++: The Dragon Never Bows! Whether it's speed, strength, or endurance, his magic is top-tier. His flexibility, reaction speed, and body control need improvement, but with training, they can also reach the top tier.

Mind and Strategy A-: He is quite intelligent, cunning, and unscrupulous. In some aspects, he even exceeded Scathach's expectations...

In conclusion. This is a child with considerable talent and potential. His potential and talent are so high they are heart-stirring. They make one unable to resist the urge to teach him and look forward to it. Teacher Scathach expressed her satisfaction.

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Chapter 50: Scathach, Your Teaching is Good, but I Refuse (Vote Please!)

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"You came to find me, basically for that, didn't you?"

Seated and admiring the handsome youth, Scathach continued to speak to Arthur in a confident and unhurried tone:

"Given your sincerity in coming all this way to find me, and how hard you've tried to impress me, I'll reluctantly agree."

The "that" she mentioned was, of course, not the kind of thing Maeve next door would do, but the standard equipment for Fate-series transmigrators these days: training from the old teacher Scathach.

"Be grateful, boy. You should know the current state of the world. By rights, I shouldn't be taking on any more disciples."

After saying these words, Scathach realized she had made a mistake.

Because across from her, Artorius had a look of delight on his face.

It was as if he were saying, "You idiot, you've finally fallen into my hands~"

This left Scathach somewhat perplexed.

Besides her skills and ability to teach, she had no other redeeming qualities.

This Dragon Prince had gone to great lengths to come all this way, searching and even messing with Maeve in dreams. Wasn't it to seek her guidance and further improve himself?

What else could there be?

It couldn't possibly be that he was infatuated with her beauty, could it?

Thinking this, Scathach couldn't help but chuckle.

If it were 500 years ago, she might have considered it. But now…

The current Queen of the Shadow Country's heart had already withered. Love, romance—she was past the age of contemplating such things.

That was why she envied that child, why she liked Maeve, who still maintained her youthful vitality and acted like a girl.

In fact, one of the reasons she came to find Arthur today was to vent some anger on Maeve's behalf.

Of course, now, Arthur's position in her heart had surpassed Maeve's.

"Could it be him?"

"If it's him, perhaps my wish can be fulfilled."

Although she hadn't reached the point of desperation or utter exhaustion, Scathach already had a premonition, a hope, a thought.

She needed a disciple who was strong enough, tenacious enough, and ruthless enough to "cover all her bases."