My Mom is King Arthur

Scathach nodded, then looked at Artorius.

"I don't need to, Teacher Scathach."

Arthur refused with a grin before she could even speak. Unfortunately, Scathach did not approve of this attempt to skip class. The next second, Arthur was frozen in place by Scathach. He endured a storm of spear thrusts.

Only after the barrage was over did she release Arthur's body, signaling the end of the lesson. Arthur then collapsed beside Mordred.

"That's all for today's instruction. Take a break, then practice on your own. I'll check your progress in an hour."

With that, Scathach turned and walked away.

Author's Notes:

Third update today.

Chapter 62: My Sister Can't Be This Cute

"How is it, Little Mo? How do you feel?"

Arthur, still lying there, asked Mordred calmly.

"She's very powerful,"

Mordred replied with a hint of awe in her voice.

"If it's about physical fitness, I'm confident I don't lose to her by much. But when it comes to skill, the difference is too vast.

No wonder neither my Elder Brother nor I could defeat her together. She truly is the legendary Scathach."

"Mhm, mhm."

Arthur nodded, confirming that what Little Mo said was correct.

"But still..."

Mordred said, then leaped to her feet, appearing to have regained her spirit and fighting will.

"I won't give up like this!"

She said cheerfully to Arthur, "I'll learn everything she teaches me! I'll surpass her! I'll become an even stronger warrior than Scathach!

Because only then will I be worthy of the title 'Guardian of my Elder Brother'."

"Little Mo..."

Arthur felt a surge of emotion as he looked at his radiant sister.

Ah, this is my sister. So cute, so dazzling. I really must cherish her!

At the same time, Scathach, who had returned to the upper levels of the castle and was looking through the window, also wore a pleased smile.

"I don't dislike children like these,"

Scathach was referring to Mordred this time.

Both she and her Elder Brother had successfully passed Scathach's assessment. During the hour of training, they had skillfully absorbed the most crucial part of the basic spear techniques Scathach taught: the "Thrust." Following that were other techniques like "Pick," "Cut," and "Entwine."

In one day, Scathach had taught Arthur and Mordred all the most fundamental moves of basic spear techniques –

This "teaching" was not a simple matter of telling them.

If it were, Arthur and Mordred would have known them long ago.

Just like before, Mordred could easily perform a spear thrust to create a peach without Scathach's guidance.

Here, "teaching" meant pushing the Pendragon siblings to master these basic spear techniques to their "limit."

Their current use of these moves was already at the level of "perfection" – though it wasn't the "limit" and "perfection" of the moves themselves, but rather the "limit" and "perfection" within Arthur and Mordred's own strength, intelligence, and comprehension abilities. Still, it was commendable.

"I used to take a day to teach my best students these things as well,"

Scathach mused.

"Their talent is not inferior to that person's, hmph."

She was even more satisfied with her disciples.

And so, the first day of training concluded. During the final move, "Block," Arthur perfectly deflected thousands of incoming spears, and Scathach nodded in satisfaction. At the same time, Arthur and Mordred had reached their limits.

Although their bodies wouldn't tire in the dreamscape, the mental exertion still led to psychological fatigue.

"Go rest," Scathach said. "Rest for three hours, then come back here for the second lesson."

The reason they weren't given time to sleep was, of course, because Arthur and Little Mo were already "sleeping." Sleeping again wouldn't provide any extra mental recovery.

"Ah..."

As Scathach left without hesitation, Little Mo leaned her swaying body against Arthur's shoulder. "I'm so tired, Brother."

The cute sister playfully, and somewhat seriously, acted spoiled towards Arthur. "I can't walk anymore~"

Arthur understood Little Mo's unspoken request perfectly.

It was either "I want Brother to carry me & hug me," or "I want Brother to kiss me before I get up."

Normally, Arthur wouldn't have refused Little Mo's small demands for affection.

But today, Arthur had a better plan.

"Is that so? Then big brother will take you somewhere, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Arthur said with a happy smile, then took her hand under Little Mo's curious gaze. In the next second, the surroundings changed, and Arthur and Mordred appeared in the forest by the Holy Spring.

The air here was fresh, and the true Aether was very dense, making Mordred, as a Dragon Princess, feel refreshed in body and mind.

"So, this is..."

"Maeve, Maeve? Are you there?"

As Little Mo wanted to ask Elder Brother where exactly this place was, Arthur looked around but didn't see the Pink-Haired Bitch. He called out twice, but still no one appeared.

"She's not here, then it's fine."

Arthur muttered to himself, then said to Mordred, "This is a secret realm I found in Ireland."

"If you bathe here, you can quickly recover your stamina."

"Eh, really?"

Little Mo was very interested in this.

"Yes, of course."

"Mhm! Then let's try it!"

"Mhm mhm, let's try!"

So they all tried it.

The effect was exactly as Arthur had said. The mental exhaustion from the intense training had completely recovered. Little Mo even felt that she could immediately start training again, without needing to wait three hours.

"Then let's go find Teacher Scathach directly."

Seeing Little Mo's fighting spirit, Arthur was also satisfied. After all, the stronger Little Mo became, the more benefits he would receive.

"Mhm!"

And so, the siblings of the Pendragon family happily left the Holy Spring.

After their backs disappeared, a certain pink-haired individual who had been lurking in the grass cautiously crawled out.

Her heart was filled with regret.

Because just now, when she sensed Arthur's presence, she had felt like her fur was standing on end.

And after Arthur shouted, "Maeve, are you there?", she had hidden herself at top speed instead of responding.

Then, she could only watch as Arthur, with another woman, enjoyed the Holy Spring that originally belonged to her.

"You, you bastard. Do you think this is your own home?"

"I am the owner here!"

"Everything here should belong to me!"

After Arthur and Mordred had enjoyed themselves and left happily, Maeve's regret reached its peak.

"Why did I hide?! I didn't do anything shameful...

No, I did do something shameful, but Arthur doesn't know about it—

So what am I afraid of?!"

"Damn it, damn it, so damn it! That brat! I must make him mine!!!"

She swore in her heart.

"Gulp gulp gulp..."

And so today, Her Majesty the Queen drank another bellyful of water.

Author's Notes:

Heroic Spirit Mordred, added Servant Aptitude: Lancer.

Chapter 63: You're Not Ready Yet

After returning to the castle, Arthur and Mordred found Scathach. The training happily began again.

Their lives became regular.

Daily training. They would train until they were exhausted, then run to the Holy Spring for Maeve to fill their bellies with water. Then they would return to train.

In addition to spear techniques, they also had to study magic. Arthur felt very satisfied delving into Scathach's magic workshop.

The magic lessons were taught separately. Little Mo was unhappy about this, but there was nothing to be done.

Because her foundation in magic was very poor, studying with Arthur was like a kindergarten child attending a high school class.

So when Scathach taught Arthur, Mordred had to continue her spear practice. And vice versa.

In this way, Scathach gained opportunities for one-on-one time with Arthur.

It's not very useful right now, but it might come in handy in the future.

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed, and Arthur and Mordred were about to awaken.

At this time, Mordred was on the training grounds outside, diligently practicing her spear techniques.

In seven days, she had made considerable progress. Not only had her spear techniques improved significantly, but her magic, which had previously been a weakness, had also gotten better.

Meanwhile, inside Scathach's magic workshop.

She had thoroughly taught Artorius the meaning and usage of the first Rune, "?", which represented "Wealth."

"To master a Rune in seven days. You truly are talented."

Looking at Artorius, who was surrounded by frost-colored Runes, Scathach couldn't help but sigh.

If it came to talent in spear techniques, she had one or two disciples who could be compared to Arthur.

Talent in magic, she also had one or two.

But to possess both kinds of talent, both top-tier, was unprecedented. Only Artorius had it.

This feeling of destiny calling made Scathach value Arthur even more.

"What is your grand plan?"

She looked at Arthur seriously. "It's time you told me."

"You're quite impatient, Teacher Scathach."

Arthur smiled cheerfully and then said to Scathach, "What will you do if my plan doesn't align with your thoughts, Teacher?"