My Mother, King Arthur

"This is my holy spring, and you dare to bathe in it..."

Muttering these words, Maeve suddenly felt a wave of dry mouth and thirst.

She was thirsty.

She needed to replenish her fluids.

Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.

Author's Notes:

Updated, la la la.

Chapter 52: Drank My Fill

Beside the holy spring, Maeve drank a belly full of water. She lazily wore a happy expression. Then she fell into a strange state of daze, looking at the sun and making "aba aba aba" sounds. She was basically useless.

At the same time, Arthur and Little Mo also boarded a ship returning to Britannia.

The target this time was Camelot. Because the final target was Merlin.

Although Arthur had tried to find Merlin in his dreams, he couldn't find him no matter what.

He wondered if that guy had gone off to flirt with someone else, or if he was hiding from Arthur and didn't want to meet him.

If it was the former, it would be better. Waiting in Camelot, he would eventually encounter the guy. But if it was the latter, the situation would be debatable.

It would take several more days to travel to Camelot, so Arthur slept on the shore of Wales today.

This barren mountainous region was one of the last refuges of the Celts in history.

After the invasions of the Anglo-Saxons and the Vikings, the Celts of Wales finally succumbed to the currents of the era.

The "Norman Invasion" carried out by that bastard William of Normandy was also the most famous event in English history.

He defeated the Anglo-Saxon England, established the rule of the Norman Dynasty, and attacked Wales. With cunning schemes and a powerful military advantage, he forced the Welsh to acknowledge his son as their leader.

After that, successive English princes held the title of "Prince of Wales." Although from the perspective of legal territory, Wales still existed, in practical terms, Wales had been annexed by Britannia.

"How ironic,"

Arthur couldn't help but think. He pondered and recalled the "Feast of the Three Kings" that was very popular in later generations. Thinking about it now, both Shining and Alexander seemed a bit like they were talking from a position of privilege.

Of course, Shining probably knew more and had a different perspective. Alexander, on the other hand, had lived a very fun and exciting life, so it didn't matter if he died.

With this realization, Artorius closed his eyes and entered the dreamscape once more.

This time, there were no mishaps. The path in the dream was smooth, leading directly to Avalon.

Arthur: "..."

Well, this kind of situation was also common.

And thinking about it carefully, going to Avalon to comfort Big Sister Vivian was also one of Arthur's long-planned objectives, wasn't it?

It had been five or six days since he last saw the Fairy Vivian. That was two days behind his usual schedule. If this continued, the Fairy might blacken again and turn into a dark Fae. That would be troublesome.

So today, Arthur pretended to be exhausted and enjoyed Big Sister's face wash.

So creatures like Fae are really great.

They don't age, and their personalities don't change. No matter how much time passes, Naizi is as firm as ever. It's practically a must-have for men.

"So, you've been busy these past few days?"

Contrary to Arthur's worry that Vivian might be unhappy because he was two days late, it was quite the opposite. She was concerned about Arthur, much to his surprise.

—Because Arthur had previously put on a distressed act, Vivian felt that as a kind and amiable Big Sister, she should help Arthur resolve his worries. Whether it was in life, mentally, or physically.

"Actually... no, it's nothing."

Arthur said this while thinking, "It's basically time for the wrap-up, isn't it?"

The so-called wrap-up naturally meant laying everything out and begging Big Sister Vivian for help.

"What exactly is going on?"

This time, Vivian was determined to make Arthur reveal his difficulties:

"We are family," she said gently to Arthur. "Arthur, you are my beloved. Since my beloved is in trouble, I must help and resolve Arthur's difficulties."

"Sister Vivian~"

Seeing Vivian's sincere expression, Arthur was naturally moved—this was not a feigned emotion, but genuine heartfelt emotion.

Although Arthur had a bad personality and was manipulative, enjoying lying and deceiving others, he was truly a good child.

As a good child, when he was treated with sincerity by his Big Sister, he would naturally feel moved.

Besides being moved, there was also a bit of guilt. After all, she was so good to him, and he was still going to trick her.

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, Sister Vivian will be fine."

After that quark of guilt vanished, Arthur said to Big Sister Vivian with a heavy expression, "It's about the life and death of our Britannia, and it has been troubling me day and night."

"Oh, um, this one," Vivian the fairy said, her expression one of "Just as I thought" and "As expected" after Arthur stated his reason.

If Arthur didn't explain his difficulties, Vivian would naturally make her own assumptions.

And her assumptions naturally led to this conclusion—

As someone at the very top of Britannian society, and a good, responsible child (from Vivian's perspective), it was only natural that she would be distressed, troubled, and desperately try to find a solution to save her country when she learned of its impending doom. Just like Arthur's mother, Artoria.

"Aren't you already solving it?"

Vivian comforted Arthur, saying, "The Knights of the Round Table are all searching for the Holy Grail. If we obtain the Holy Grail, then this matter will be easily resolved, right? Britannia will be saved too, won't it?"

"Is that really true?"

Hearing the fairy say this, Arthur looked at her seriously and asked.

"Of course, it's true! Believe your big sister."

"..."

Under Arthur's serious gaze, the fairy bashfully turned her face away.

As one of the most outstanding magicians at the end of the Age of Gods, Vivian understood "Fate" and "Pan-Human History."

She knew that the Britannia of the Age of Gods was destined to perish. This was fated. To ensure the correctness of "Pan-Human History," the Counter Force would definitely do everything in its power to ensure this outcome.

And even if, hypothetically, Britannia defied heaven and truly achieved salvation, it wouldn't represent redemption and happiness. Instead, it would become a "Lostbelt" and be judged by Human Order.

Therefore, the idea that "obtaining the Holy Grail could save Britannia from its fated destruction" was merely a kind yet cruel comfort.

To put it more severely and truthfully, it was a "lie."

Author's Notes:

If the changes aren't significant, Britannia's Celts can't be saved. If the changes are too significant, it becomes a Lostbelt. So, it's better to have ethnic fusion and usurp the spoils of war from the Germans. That way, they survive and align with Pan-Human History, avoiding judgment by Human Order.

Also, I highly recommend a book called "Fairy Tale Ark"!

It's interesting and good! Really, everyone! I love harem stories like this! The writing is excellent and the plot is very engaging!

Chapter 53: Scolding the Lady of the Lake

"Can't you answer?"

Arthur looked seriously at the silver-haired, red-eyed fairy. His expression was so solemn that Vivian felt even more sorry for Artoria.

Her original plan was to bring Arthur to Avalon when he failed in his efforts and was on the verge of destruction.

This plan had recently received strong support from her "sister," Morgan le Fay—

From the perspective of the "Lady of the Lake," Vivian represented the kind side, while Morgan le Fay represented the evil side. They were "sisters," even though they had no blood relation.

Vivian didn't know why Morgan suddenly supported her plan, but it wasn't the most important thing right now. The most important thing was still how to deal with Arthur's questioning.

Arthur saying this must mean he had sensed something was wrong. He might have even gathered some information and evidence.

Vivian, unaware that Arthur was a cheating transmigrator, thought this and considered how to gloss over the matter.

Even if Arthur came to resent her afterward, just as Merlin predicted Artoria would resent him, Vivian decided to continue deceiving him for Arthur's own good.

As for how to deal with Arthur's anger, resentment, and hatred afterward, Vivian had already devised a hundred and eighty ways to resolve it.

Although Britannia would be destroyed, the Pendragon family could survive. Morgan le Fay, Artoria, and Artorius, along with Mordred, could all be brought to Avalon. There, they would enjoy eternal life and happiness, far from troubles, reveling in family bliss.

As for the anger and hatred over Britannia's destruction, it would likely fade with the passage of time.

If she worked hard and manipulated Arthur in a hundred and eighty ways, once Artorius III or Artoria II was born, he wouldn't be able to hate her anymore, even if he wanted to.

"Don't lie to me, Sister Vivian."

Vivian's elaborate plans were completely useless with Arthur:

"I already know everything about Pan-Human History and the fated doom of Britannia's Celts. The idea that finding the Holy Grail can save Britannia is actually a lie you and Merlin concocted, isn't it!"

"!"

Her hidden secrets were suddenly revealed. Seeing the righteous and resentful Arthur, Vivian was speechless. After a moment of stunned silence, she turned her head and whispered to Arthur, "It's mainly Merlin's fault. I just didn't report it..."

"Sister Vivian..."

Arthur's voice was low, making the fairy feel incredibly sad.

"You said before that we are lovers, so we shouldn't hide anything from each other. Yet now it's come to this. I never expected fairies would lie too."

Arthur's words made the fairy feel utterly ashamed.

"Wait a moment, Arthur," she could only say. "I didn't intend to deceive you."

"Whether intentional or not, it's deception."

"What's more important is that you deceived me on such a crucial matter."

"You didn't just deceive me, you deceived Father King too! You guys are truly awful, not a single one of you is good!"

As Arthur shouted these lines in exasperation, his emotions were slightly agitated and unstable.

He was yelling at the Fairy, and at least half of it was genuine—because what they had done was truly excessive—

Ah, of course, while the Fairy was indeed excessive and a scoundrel. But just as she said, she was mostly aware of the situation but didn't report it, making her an accomplice at best.

The real scoundrel was that famous online scammer. That guy truly toyed with Artoria her entire life. In the end, Artoria was so desperate, and that guy had to bear at least half the responsibility—

Because it was that guy who kept telling Artoria, "You can be saved," "As long as you do this or that, Britannia can be saved."

When people have no expectations, they only experience disappointment. Because they have nothing left, there's no possibility of losing anything, right?

It's only when there's hope, and it ultimately cannot be realized, that despair sets in.

So, if possible, Arthur actually wanted to question and berate Merlin.

But unfortunately, he couldn't find Merlin, so he could only use Vivian.

"Arthur..."

In this situation, under Arthur's half-genuine, half-feigned anger, the Fairy felt utterly ashamed—until the next second, when Arthur confirmed, "We can proceed to the next step," he stood up, ready to leave in a huff. The Fairy completely panicked.

"Wait, wait, Arthur!"

She anxiously stopped Arthur, and seeing his expression, she steeled herself and used her most powerful weapon—her chest—to embrace Arthur directly.

"Please listen to me, Arthur."

She said gently, "This is all Merlin's fault. I'm also a victim; I was also deceived by Merlin."