My Mother, King Arthur

"That's it?"

Arthur couldn't help but scoff inwardly. He had expected Vivian to come up with some brilliant excuse in her panic.

But the excuse Vivian, the older sister, came up with was terrible.

It was less of an explanation and more of an attempt to shirk responsibility.

But it was too big.

As Arthur was pressed firmly against the fairy's large, soft, and sticky breasts, any dissatisfaction he felt was neutralized by the soft, warm sensation.

And so, Arthur accepted the fairy's apology and her explanation.

Vivian, the older sister, was innocent.

It was all Merlin's fault.

"But still..."

Once he understood, Arthur returned Vivian's embrace. Rubbing his face against Vivian, the older sister's chest, he said to her:

"But the problem still needs to be solved, big sister. I've been racking my brain over this lately."

Hearing Arthur say this, Vivian began to rack her brain along with him.

To challenge something that is destined to be impossible to solve is the act of a fool or an idiot.

What should be done to save Britannia?

"After thinking hard, I came up with a plan that isn't a plan."

Under Vivian's bewildered gaze, Arthur happily told her:

"The Pan-Human History's Counter Force demands the extinction of the Age of Gods and Britannia's Celts. So, if we just become something else, we can trick them, right?"

He then explained his "usurp destiny" plan to Vivian.

Author's Notes:

Several Shaanxi restaurants have opened near my house. Roujiamo + Youpo noodles + Liangpi + Yangrou paomo. The taste is surprisingly good.

What kind of snacks does everyone like to eat?

Chapter 54: Even If It's For the Child

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"If Britannia becomes Frankish and the Celts become Germanic, then we'll win, won't we?"

Arthur concluded, then looked at Vivian happily. "What do you think? Am I very smart, Vivian sister?"

"This... well, you are certainly very smart."

Not wanting to dampen Arthur's enthusiasm, Vivian forced a smile and gave a perfunctory reply, while trying hard to figure things out in her mind.

"Theoretically, this could work, but can it really? Would this count as deceiving the Counter Force?"

"But... the Counter Force is, in the end, just the 'Counter Force'. It doesn't have the anthropomorphized emotion of 'being deceived'. So as long as 'Britannia and the Celts perish', it won't get angry... probably."

"In that case, this plan, it really... no, wait. Everything now is being discussed under the big premise that 'usurping destiny has succeeded'."

"Can destiny truly be usurped successfully?"

Vivian couldn't help but ponder. She soon reached a conclusion similar to Morgan le Fay's. After all, as fellow Ladies of the Lake, her abilities were roughly on par with Morgan le Fay's.

It was just that the latter's talent was focused on androids and magic potion creation, while her own talent was focused on fooling children and the creation of magic dress-ups.

"Alright!"

After figuring all this out, and looking at Artorius, who was gazing at her with eager anticipation, Vivian felt a surge of determination.

"Let's give it a shot!" she thought. "Even if it's for this child!"

"Okay! I promise you!"

So she said to Arthur, "I will help you usurp the destiny of the Franks, the Anglo-Saxons—and all Germanic peoples!"

"Oh, oh~" Arthur cheered happily and looked at her with adoration. "Vivian sister is amazing! Just as expected of Vivian sister, you're truly incredible! I really like Vivian sister! I like you the most!"

After saying these encouraging words, Arthur continued to nuzzle and rub against Vivian, the older sister, generously giving away his money. This made Mordred, who wanted to buy snacks from Arthur the next day, furious:

"Why is there so little?!"

And so, that day, Mordred remained in a state of confusion, suspicion, and doubt.

She had been with her Elder Brother the whole time.

They hadn't separated, and she hadn't seen any strange pests around her Elder Brother.

So why was her Elder Brother occasionally short on cash?

He couldn't even afford to give his little sister her allowance, and he still dared to say "The Dragon Never Bows"... truly...

At the same time, Arthur himself felt a bit embarrassed.

One could say, truly worthy of the Lady of the Lake.

She had directly taken Arthur's possessions from a "conceptual" standpoint. And she even said, "This is to let you see that your older sister has the ability to usurp destiny."

Is that the same thing? Can it be the same? One is usurping destiny, and you are usurping life!

Fortunately, dragons are not only persistent but also have great stamina. In just a few minutes, Arthur recovered and generously offered aid to Mordred. Unconditional assistance. Letting Little Mo know that "The Dragon Never Bows" isn't fake news. Having successfully protected his sister's happiness, on the road to Camelot, Little Mo remained happy, cheerful, and radiant.

"Speaking of which, this is actually how it happened."

Still adhering to the principle of "I will never lie to Little Mo," Arthur told her what he had experienced in his dreams, conditionally and selectively:

"It's the Shadow Country, Scathach—you've heard of her, right?"

"Mm, yes, I've heard of her. Didn't we go to Ireland specifically to find her? We just didn't find her."

Riding on horseback towards Camelot, Little Mo responded cheerfully and casually.

Speaking of which, the road conditions in Britannia are truly terrible.

These roads, which connect Britannia's various territories, cities, and castles, were almost all built during the Roman occupation. Since Britannia entered an era of warring states, these roads have not been maintained or repaired.

Now, many sections of the roads have collapsed and are impassable.

The reason for this is the fragmented state of Britannia and the chaos within it.

Starting from the era of Arthur's grandfather, King Uther, the whole of Britannia was torn apart.

The so-called kings of those small kingdoms lacked the ability and sufficient financial and material resources for infrastructure development.

In their view, roads were too dangerous.

They weren't arteries for transport, nor channels for commerce and material exchange, but deadly routes that enemies could exploit to attack them.

Under these circumstances, let alone maintaining and repairing roads, some individuals even deliberately destroyed roads to make their territories more "precarious" and hinder enemy advances.

And as the "King" of Britannia, both King Uther and King Arthur only "nominally unified Britannia."

King Uther was slightly better. He managed to hold things together through marriage alliances and the legacy of the Romans. He still had some authority.

King Arthur, however, did not.

In the beginning, she was merely a tool for salvation. Not to mention the kingdoms of Britannia, even within Camelot itself, a large number of lords, nobles, ministers, and knights did not obey her command.

After all, everyone was content with their own little territories, so why should she, after drawing a sword, become king and expect them to listen to her? Was there no basic law to follow?!

Because she was illegitimate.

And a woman at that, Arthur's initial status was worthless. She lacked popular support from the very beginning of her reign. When she wanted to build certain infrastructure, she received no response.

Then, after she single-handedly won victories against the Saxons, she invested almost all her resources into the search for the Holy Grail, a pursuit doomed to failure. This left her with even less money to repair roads.

"This won't do," Arthur couldn't help but think. "When I become the King of Britannia, I must repair all these roads. And build new major avenues as well."

As he thought this, Mordred beside him said, "Speaking of which, Father King has dispatched almost all the Knights of the Round Table to search for the Holy Grail."

"Yes," Arthur replied.

"The Holy Grail... can something like that truly grant a person's wishes?"

"Who knows..."

Arthur shook his head. "Rather than placing my hopes on external, ethereal things, I believe in my own strength."

If it were before, if Arthur had said something so clearly dismissive of King Arthur, Little Mo would have either thrown a tantrum on the spot or sulked internally.

But now, it was different.

She simply responded with a casual "Oh," indicating that she had understood.

This was because, compared to her Father King, she now loved her Elder Brother Artorius the most, liked him more, and only liked him.

Chapter 55: We Meet Again, My Foolish Little Sister

The news that Arthur and Mordred were about to return to the Tower of White Chalk had already reached King Arthur's desk through scouts and messengers.

This made Artoria both delighted and worried.

The delight was naturally from the reunion of father and son, and the happiness of the family.

With almost all her resources and the vast majority of her excellent knights invested in the "search for the Holy Grail," Artoria's heart was filled with bitterness and depression.

In such circumstances, being reunited with her child could naturally console her dry spirit.

The worry, naturally, stemmed from Arthur's identity and the reason for his return.

Within King Arthur's court, and even in neighboring countries, there had always been rumors of "such things."

Artorius, upon returning to Camelot, intended to demand King Arthur's abdication so that he could inherit Camelot, and indeed all of Britannia's territories, status, and military forces—

Most importantly, the military.

Arthur now possessed half of the Knights of the Round Table—

In terms of troop strength and the number of knights, Artorius currently commands tens of thousands of loyal soldiers, with a thousand elite heavy knights and three times that number in heavy cavalry. He is far more powerful than King Arthur in this regard.

However, when it comes to top-tier experts, King Arthur's side has more.

Among the rumors about "When will you become the Roman Emperor?", one particularly credible one stated, "After Artorius becomes the King of Britannia and gains the loyalty of all of Britannia, he will unite all of Britannia's knights and armies, along with the Germans and other barbarians loyal to him, and launch a total assault on Rome."

Artoria herself was half-believing and half-doubting this credible rumor.

What she feared was her beloved son returning, walking into the Tower of White Chalk amidst flowers and applause. Then, she would ask him:

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

And Arthur would reply, "Inheriting your throne, Father King." He would then draw Clarent and attack her.

If that were to happen, how would Artoria face her son?

Even worse, the Knights of the Round Table were all out searching for the Holy Grail. So at this moment, Artoria didn't even have anyone to discuss matters with.

Thus, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Until with her next turn, she heard a sound from beside her:

"Mmm..."

"I'm sorry, Guinevere," she said apologetically. "Did I wake you?"

She thought her constant tossing and turning, the sounds and vibrations, had disturbed the nominal queen's sleep.

But that wasn't the case.

When she turned and looked, any trace of sleepiness she had managed to muster vanished completely.

Because beside her was not her nominal queen, Guinevere, but a version of herself who looked like an adult. She was smiling, wearing a bathrobe, a graceful older sister.

"Morgan le Fay!"