My Mom is King Arthur

"Or rather, if my plan goes beyond the teacher's capabilities, what will the teacher do?"

He said this, looking at Scathach with a half-joking, half-serious expression—

Unlike Merlin, Morgan le Fay, and Vivian.

In Arthur's plan, Scathach was crucial, irreplaceable.

Her understanding and control of "Fate" were the deepest. To "usurp destiny," her help was indispensable.

Conversely, Morgan le Fay, Merlin, and Vivian could be replaced or were not essential.

Therefore, Arthur acted with greater caution when dealing with Scathach.

Regarding Scathach's statement, "I have already obtained what I wanted." He diligently analyzed and contemplated. Finally, he reached a conclusion.

What she wanted was the joy of teaching and nurturing.

After all, she was a legendary teacher.

How did that saying go? "To gather the talented of the world and educate them is one of the three joys." It meant that as long as she could educate an excellent Bishonen like Arthur, an old woman like bba would smile happily.

As a famous educator of the Age of Gods, though not as excellent or famous as Chiron—she certainly considered "educating gifted children" a life's pleasure.

Let alone a boy like himself, who was not only exceptionally talented but also exceptionally talented.

This was something Arthur could confirm.

As for any other "things she wanted," Arthur could only guess.

What did Scathach want to gain from him?

Or rather, what had Scathach already gained from him?

Emotions?

Joy?

The thrill of battle?

Or something else?

It couldn't possibly be love.

Even someone as intelligent as Arthur couldn't know, as there were simply too few clues.

So, he needed to probe further, to delve deeper into Scathach's heart. To excavate, obtain, and even control the secrets, emotions, and heart of this unique, one-of-a-kind woman in the world.

The best outcome would be to completely win Scathach over, making her as obedient to him as Little Mo.

A slightly less ideal outcome would be to at least form a sufficiently strong intimate relationship.

A partner, a lover? Such relationships were probably not stable enough for the Celts.

What Artorius wanted was to be the "supreme" and "sole" figure in her heart. It didn't matter what it was—sibling, mother-son, teacher-student, lover—as long as it was positive.

After all, Arthur had great matters to attend to, and he had to ensure his plans were foolproof.

Constraining the other party emotionally was also a method.

Although it didn't seem to be going too smoothly at the moment.

While thinking this, he spoke probing words and watched Scathach, awaiting her reply.

"To receive as much as you wish, you must be prepared to give as much."

Scathach didn't directly answer his question, but instead posed him this counter-question:

"I am always ready to throw myself into a war, even at the cost of my life... But what about you, Artorius?"

"..."

"I can see you don't have that kind of resolve."

As Arthur remained silent, Scathach answered for him.

"We will meet again."

After Scathach finished speaking, everything in front of Arthur became increasingly blurry until, in the next second, his consciousness cleared, and he found himself lying in a tent.

"Seven days. Not long, not short."

Arthur thought this, then turned to look at Little Mo. She seemed even more dazed than he was, as if she hadn't fully awakened from the dream.

"Little Mo, snap out of it."

"Elder Brother... Oh."

Looking at Arthur somewhat foolishly for a moment, Mordred finally came to her senses: "Shadow Country, Scathach, training..."

Thinking of this, Mordred jumped up with a "whoosh," quickly put on her clothes, and ran outside.

"Little Mo?"

"I'm going to test something!"

By the time Arthur also got dressed and walked out of the tent, he understood what Mordred's "test" specifically referred to.

It's spear techniques.

Mordred, having casually grabbed a spear from the camp, swung it with ease, fluidly employing its moves and skills. Though the techniques were simple and lacked variety, they gave off an aura of immense power, dread, and even an unstoppable force.

"It really wasn't a dream! It's all true, my spear techniques have truly improved!"

A simple joy bloomed within her at this realization, and she offered a brilliant smile under the rising sun.

"This is great," she thought. "With improved strength, I can help Elder Brother even better."

Thinking such thoughts made Mordred incredibly happy. She felt as joyful as a kitten that had just been thoroughly petted.

After receiving Arthur's promise, "We will continue to go to the Shadow Country and receive training from Master Scathach," Mordred resolved once more to study diligently and seriously, to live up to her Elder Brother's trust and affection.

This pleasant feeling lasted until that afternoon.

She and Arthur's party finally returned to their home, the Tower of White Chalk, Camelot, which shimmered with a soft luster under the sunlight.

Author's Notes:

Updated, la la la.

Also, I'm thinking.

Will I only get more monthly tickets and "blades" if I put out bounties?

I'm contemplating whether I should take a gamble...?

Chapter 64: Returning Home in Glory

"We're back..."

In Arthur's study at the highest point of the White City. Through the window, she watched her beloved son and his cavalry troop slowly advance.

In Camelot, a waiting honor guard merged with their master, building momentum for the Governor of the German Army.

It felt a bit like returning home in glory, didn't it?

Arthur had been out for two years, and being a materialistic person, he couldn't maintain a detached demeanor, so naturally, he had to return in glory.

The honor guard from the Germanic War Zone was the "Governor's Guard," the most elite unit under Artorius's command.

Their origins were complex, comprising knights from Britannia, veteran heroes from Rome or Germania, and even some nomadic grassland peoples from further east, such as the Huns, Alvans, and Alans.

All warriors who joined the Governor's Guard were personally selected by Arthur. They had to be skilled riders and martial artists, proficient with spears, swords, bows, and javelins.

Upon selection, Artorius would personally train and teach them, providing them with generous salaries, land, the best weapons, and treatment.

This was one of Arthur's most powerful units, on par with the "Cadet Corps," which was composed of noble scions and served as both a "study group" and a "hostage" system.

The latter had lower intimacy but higher future potential.

Due to the limitations of the era and the monopoly on knowledge and tradition, the core of the foundation Arthur intended to build, and the empire he would eventually establish, still had to be selected from a portion of the "nobility."

This was not something that could be resolved in a short period.

Each warrior in Arthur's guard rode a pure white warhorse of the same height. These horses were specially collected by Arthur and possessed bloodlines of Phantasmal Beasts. Each one was exceptionally spirited, capable of fighting continuously for days without tiring, even when clad in heavy Magic Plate Armor.

The guards themselves were also clad in expensive Magic Plate Armor. Their weapons, lances, and shields all gleamed with magical energy.

The guard, flying the banners of the Red Dragon, Black Eagle, and White Wolf, numbered a total of four hundred.

This number exceeded that of the Knights of the Round Table.

In terms of top-tier experts, Arthur's Governor's Guard could not compare to the Knights of the Round Table. However, in terms of overall quality, these warriors were the strongest of their era.

This was something the Knights of the Round Table, who selected warriors solely from the British Isles and perhaps added a few Gauls, could not match.

"But it would be even better if I could bring the heroes of the Knights of the Round Table under my control."

Riding at the forefront, flanked by Mordred, Gareth (who had just arrived and joined him), and Galahad, Arthur couldn't help but think this.

Britannia in this era was clearly favored by Fate.

Was it the "British Isles" refusing to yield, or mere "coincidence"? This era saw an abundance of British heroes. The top twelve seats of the Knights of the Round Table were all top-tier heroes (except Kay). The outstanding among them were even distinguished among Heroic Spirits.

Even the vast Roman Empire could not compare in this regard.

"It's a shame that such strength was wasted by Father King, consumed in the meaningless search for the Holy Grail.

Percival, Tristan, Lamorak, Gaheris, Bedivere, Lammorok. These knights, who were exceptionally talented in combat or made outstanding contributions in other areas, embarked on a fruitless journey due to Father King's stubbornness."

Furthermore, what was worse was that within the Knights of the Round Table accompanying Arthur, King Arthur's will was spreading.

Lancelot, who was on the continent and held an important position in Arthur's strategy, was using his kingdom's power to aid the knights exploring for the Holy Grail. This power and energy should have been directed towards the conquest of Rome.

What made Arthur even more frustrated was... Galahad, who was by his side.

On the road to the Tower of White Chalk, Arthur had a final conversation with his junior.

Unlike Mordred, who wholeheartedly supported Arthur, or Gareth, who considered herself Arthur's knight.

Galahad, possessing exceptional abilities and potential even surpassing Lancelot, whom Arthur regarded as a talent fit to be a king's advisor, was also deeply influenced by King Arthur.

As Arthur's friend, he considered himself King Arthur's knight.

So after they met, he proposed to Arthur, "I'm planning to temporarily leave the Germanic War Zone and travel across Europe in search of the Holy Grail."

"..."

Artorius neither agreed nor disagreed. Seeing his junior's earnest expression, Arthur knew it would be difficult to persuade him.

So he decided on a delaying tactic:

"Don't say that, Galahad," Arthur replied. "Let's discuss your departure after we're done with our current business, okay?"

"..."

Hearing Arthur say this, Galahad hesitated. He wanted to say more, but didn't. Perhaps he was worried... even afraid. Afraid that Arthur would try to keep him, making it hard to refuse.

As an important member of the Germanic Military District, responsible for its daily administrative work, his position was equivalent to that of a semi-prime minister, arguably the foremost figure in the civilian official system. His status was almost equal to that of the foremost figure in the military system, Mordred.

For such a person to leave would be like an earthquake in Germania. It couldn't be decided lightly.

But...

"But afterwards, if Artorius... Your Highness refuses, will I truly be able to leave...?"

Galahad doubted it.

He knew his closest friend, the monarch he served now and would serve in the future, all too well. He knew what darkness lay beneath that sun-drenched exterior.

The brighter the sunlight, the denser the shadows.

The purer the white frost, the darker the soil beneath the frost and snow.

This was Artorius, a powerful and unfathomably profound ruler who couldn't be judged by simple terms like 'good' or 'bad'.

"I understand."

After that, Galahad expressed his compliance.

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