My Mother is King Arthur

Even though this was the Tower of White Chalk, blessed by the Fae and capable of resisting magic, Morgan had still gotten in! It was true that sending out all the Knights of the Round Table had reduced Camelot's defenses to an unacceptable level, which was how Morgan had managed to sneak in.

Thinking this, Artoria reached for the long sword by her pillow.

Like Arthur, in this chaotic era, any seasoned warrior would keep their weapons within easy reach at all times.

She gripped the Sword of Victory and Vows, the legendary Excalibur, and pointed its blade at Morgan.

Only after gripping her own weapon did Artoria relax slightly. However, her gaze remained wary as she looked at Morgan.

"Calm yourself, my dear sister."

In contrast, Morgan smiled, seemingly unconcerned. "I'm not here to fight you."

"Regardless, you are not welcome here!"

If it were before, Artoria might not have said this. But before this, she had suffered Morgan's schemes several times. There were even a few times she had nearly died because of Morgan—of course, she didn't know yet that her good son Arthur had already gotten revenge for her quite a bit.

In short, now that she knew her sister was a twisted, wicked woman, Artoria harbored no illusions about Morgan.

On the eve of Britannia's destruction, Artoria didn't have much time to play games with her evil sister.

"Leave quickly!"

Not attacking her directly here, but telling her to leave. This was the greatest concession Artoria could make.

"Don't be too hasty."

However, Morgan was still smiling.

"I told you, I'm not here to fight you. And do you think I would come to this place if I had nothing to do?

Camelot is terrible. Everything here reeks of decay. Every second I spend here makes me sick!"

"Then leave!"

"No, not yet, at least."

Morgan smiled cheerfully. "Because I was entrusted with a task, and I must stay in Camelot for a while."

"..."

"Entrusted?"

"You don't know yet?"

Seeing Artoria's confusion, Morgan looked as if she had found something incredibly amusing.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a delighted smile, and she said to Artoria, "It's your son."

Morgan le Fay said cheerfully to Artoria, "I didn't sneak in, nor did I break in. I was properly invited, invited by my dear nephew, which is why I've come here. My dear sister~"

"Arthur?! That's impossible!"

"—Why is it impossible?!"

Morgan retorted loudly without hesitation. "Just because he's your son? Or because he's your subordinate?!

Neither is true. My dear nephew has his own unique standards. Compassion will not reject someone for a foolish reason like disliking them.

In his estimation, I am an important figure, my dear sister~"

"..."

Artoria was speechless this time.

Because she knew that her wicked sister was telling the truth.

At least, it sounded like the truth.

"Then that's that~"

Having said this, Morgan seemed satisfied. "I came here today to say hello. I will be staying in Camelot from now on. Goodbye, sister."

—Yes, from the very beginning, Morgan called King Arthur "sister." She was one of the few who knew Artoria's true gender. And she had been keeping it a secret for Artoria.

"..."

"I'll be watching you."

Finally, Artoria said in a tone of reluctance, "I will watch you closely, and I will ask Arthur. If you're lying..."

Morgan didn't hear the rest, nor did she deign to listen.

She had found a new hobby. The "bear sister" had fallen from first place in her heart to second.

And the gap between her and the first place was widening.

With her new "hobby," her obsession with Artoria continued to decline, almost to the point of insignificance.

Author's Notes:

Morgan, who gets bored easily, is trash.

Chapter 56: Aunt, You're Daydreaming Again

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"How foolish."

Walking through the corridors of Camelot Castle, heading towards "her" room, Morgan le Fay thought gleefully.

Yes, as the princess of Camelot, within the Tower of White Chalk, she still possessed her own room.

Even though her identity was that of a witch, even though she was opposed to King Arthur. Her status and position as a princess, and most importantly, her treatment, would not change due to those messy things.

Despite her deep loathing for the Tower of White Chalk, which she denounced as a "filthy, stinking place," having a room to rest in under the current circumstances was quite convenient. Morgan did not shy away from utilizing this convenience.

"Damn it, you bastard."

At the same time, Artoria Pendragon lowered the hand that held her sword, and a flood of negative emotions washed over her.

On one hand, she worried about what her evil sister might do to her beloved, innocent, kind, simple, and weak son.

On the other hand, Artoria also worried if things were as Morgan had said.

Was she truly invited to the White City by Artorius?

Considering the news that Artorius was about to return to Camelot, what Morgan said was likely the truth. At least, a part of it.

If that were the case, then the scene Artoria least wanted to see was likely about to unfold—

That is, her beloved, kind, and innocent son was being led astray by the wicked Morgan le Fay.

"I see, so everything Arthur has been doing for the past two years was instigated by Morgan?"

Adding Tohsaka Tokiomi as a scapegoat for her son, Artoria's hatred for Morgan le Fay intensified once more.

Of course, Aunt Morgan didn't care.

If she knew what Artoria was thinking.

Aside from finding it "absurd" and wondering, "Don't you really know what kind of person your good son is?" she would likely feel more amusement and indifference.

Despite living together as father and son, their understanding of each other was less than hers, an "outsider" who had only met Artorius twice.

The amusement needed no further explanation. The indifference stemmed from the reason above.

She no longer considered Artoria her primary target.

It was rather amusing to think about.

Artoria still saw her as her greatest enemy, yet she no longer cared about Artoria.

If you round it up, wouldn't that mean she had defeated her foolish younger sister?

"Hmph hmph hmph."

The pleasant mood came quickly and went just as fast.

Defeating her secondary enemy in some strange domain could no longer make Morgan happy for long.

The only person who could bring her supreme joy now was Artorius.

She wanted to defeat him severely, to return the humiliation he had inflicted upon her a hundred, a thousand times over.

She wanted to pour all her emotions onto him.

She wanted to mock him, beat him, curse him, abuse him, detest him, hate him, imprison him, keep him, kiss him, bully him, praise him, serve him, violate him, love him…

She wanted to plunder everything he had, everything, so that he would completely, from body to soul, become hers.

Only then could Morgan le Fay experience supreme pleasure.

"Hmph hmph hmph, last time, I was careless. This time, I won't let you win so easily, my dear nephew, hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph ~"

Meanwhile, Artorius, who was still more than half a day's journey from the Tower of White Chalk, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It was as if he had become the object of obsession for some evil, mature, yandere perverted aunt.

"Morgan, is that woman still not giving up?"

"It seems the lesson I taught that woman last time wasn't severe enough."

Before saying "goodnight" to Little Mo and falling asleep, Arthur began to formulate a re-education plan for Morgan le Fay.

He would teach Aunt Morgan how to be a gentle, kind, pure, good woman.

"First, like this, then like this, that, and then like this, heh heh heh heh heh…"

"Elder Brother's smile is so scary…"

Unknowingly, both Arthur and Little Mo had fallen asleep.

Neither Avalon nor the Holy Spring.

The sky was dark, as if shrouded in dark clouds, or perhaps it was the dead of night.

The surrounding woods, trees, bushes, and grass were also dark. Gray, purple, black. They looked strange and ominous.

"Is this the Shadow Country, Elder Brother?"

As you can see, Little Mo has already been educated by Arthur into a well-behaved and polite good child.

As for the current situation, it was naturally as previously arranged with Teacher Scathach, to undergo Teacher Scathach's training.

Similarly, as previously agreed with Teacher Scathach, Arthur also brought Little Mo along.

For Little Mo, although being educated by someone else was a bit unpleasant, her Elder Brother's orders were absolute. So, she agreed to come along.

As for Little Mo's problem.

"I guess so."

Arthur had never been to the Shadow Country before. But looking at the surrounding terrain and vegetation, he could guess. This was the Shadow Country.

"So, what should we do next?"

Little Mo looked at Arthur with anticipation, while Arthur himself felt a bit troubled.

Speaking of which, he had arranged with Teacher Scathach to go to the Shadow Country yesterday and receive "loving education" or something. But yesterday, he had taken a detour straight to Avalon. And he had also completely "handled" the Older Sister Vivian.

This was, admittedly, a good thing. But from another perspective, Artorius had stood Teacher Scathach up.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, Arthur could tell that Teacher Scathach was the type to hold grudges.

So, it was better to be cautious now, much more cautious.

With a cautious mindset, Arthur walked forward with Little Mo.

After passing through the grayish-purple jungle, the area ahead suddenly opened up. The beautiful scenery before them made Mordred exclaim in surprise, "Ah?"

It was a sea of Manjusaka flowers, covered in seductive reds.

Amidst this sea of flowers, the most brilliantly blooming, most seductive, and most dazzling was Scathach, holding twin guns with a graceful posture.

"You're late, Artorius."

"This, please let me explain, Teacher Scathach."