My Mother, King Arthur

Although Artoria had led her army to victory in several wars after ascending the throne, they were still some distance away from driving the Saracens completely out of Britannia.

So the war had to continue. Artoria, as commander-in-chief, and Merlin, as strategist, prepared for it together.

"But you know this is useless, don't you?"

In the end, Merlin told Artoria, "You can kill ten thousand Saxons, and another hundred thousand will land on the island. As long as Vortigern helps them, they can easily reach the island. It will never end."

"The war against Vortigern will happen, but not now." Artoria answered, then decided to change the subject.

"Let Arthur go onto the battlefield in the next campaign."

"Really? He's only thirteen... no, fourteen?"

"Agravain told me he is already an outstanding knight. Whether it is Spear Techniques, swordsmanship, horsemanship, or archery, he is first-rate at all of them... Besides, you have taught him quite a lot too, haven't you, Merlin?"

"Ahaha~"

Even after his secret was exposed, Merlin still laughed cheerfully, completely unconcerned.

Having confirmed that this fellow was as hopeless as livestock, Artoria decided to change the subject.

"What has Arthur been busy with lately?"

The girl, who was not good at expressing herself, showed concern for her eldest son in her own way.

"That child~" the Grand Class Candidate said cheerfully. "He is probably seeking comfort in the arms of some voluptuous older sister, right? After all, he cannot feel even a trace of maternal love in Camelot."

"Sir Merlin!"

"Fine, fine, I apologize."

Though he said he was apologizing, the Half-Incubus did not sound sorry in the slightest. "But I am not joking, Your Majesty. His Highness the Prince really is in the arms of some voluptuous fairy older sister~"

"Avalon? Has he gone there again?!"

"Mm, that's right, he has gone there again." Merlin said happily. "That prince is very popular, after all. He has practically outdone even me. Hmph hmph hmph~"

At the same time.

As Mama Artoria's fist clenched tighter and tighter, Arthur felt like he was about to suffocate.

It was a smothering hell of fairy breasts, full of floral fragrance and cloying sweetness.

In Avalon, the Ideal Land That Is Far From Everything, amidst a dazzling sea of flowers, Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, held the Bishonen tightly in her arms.

"Why have you not come lately, Arthur~? Do you hate Big Sister~? Did Big Sister do something wrong~? Or were you playing with other girls outside and forgot our promise~

Would it be better if I locked you up~? Hmph hmph hmph hmph~"

The fairy possessed beauty worthy of her kind, a face and perfect figure surpassing those of ordinary women. She gazed feverishly at the perfect Bishonen in her arms.

If he had been an idiot, one of those dense light novel protagonists, he would probably have been left flustered and helpless in this situation before eventually reaching a bad end.

But Arthur was clearly not that sort of person.

"It was obviously Big Sister Vivian's fault."

Pretending to be terribly wronged, the Bishonen pulled that Flintlock Pistol from his chest. "This thing is completely useless, Big Sister Vivian~"

He had been the one who asked Vivian to make it, and both its style and specifications were exactly what he wanted. Yet after Agravain swatted away its lead bullet with one slap, Arthur came to blame Vivian instead.

Willful, unreasonable, and utterly illogical. Besides being a woman's specialty, that was also a child's special skill.

Especially when used by a cute Bishonen, its power doubled, instantly capturing the Lady of the Lake's heart.

"Fine, fine~ It was Big Sister's fault. Big Sister will apologize to you, all right~?"

While continuously chanting in her heart, Lock him up. Keep him somewhere only I know about, she wore a perfect smile. The fairy-like older sister smiled, wishing she could push Arthur to the ground right now.

But when his pure, spotless eyes looked at her, she did not dare truly act on those thoughts.

"..."

He knew from the beginning that it was not her fault, but Arthur still wore an expression that said, "You bullied me," demanding compensation.

"I wanted to make a big splash in my first battle too..."

He muttered, "It is my first time going to war. I want to win enough glory for people to sing of it too."

"Is that so?"

The fairy older sister tilted her head, thought for a few seconds, then smiled happily. "If that is the case, wait just a moment~"

She vanished, then reappeared in the same spot with a sword in hand, shining like the purest silver.

It is not the Sword of Victory and Vows, Arthur thought. But it is not bad either.

"This is the sword most suited to Arthur right now~" she said with a smile. "Its name is Clarent, the King's Sword of Brilliant Radiance. It symbolizes succession to the throne.

Take it with you. It will definitely help Arthur."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Thank you, big sister with huge boobs!" Britannia's Bishonen said happily.

As payment, he kissed the fairy woman's cheek. One hand hooked around her neck, while the other gripped Clarent's hilt. The connection between him and the Demon Sword was so close that it confirmed Lilith had told the truth. This was the weapon best suited to him.

"It is time to make a big move."

Thinking that, Arthur even felt he could let the fairy woman take a little more advantage of him.

And that was indeed what she did. After Arthur kissed her, she almost impatiently embraced the Bishonen, pressed her lips to his, and sucked hard...

Author's Note:

Lilith is not that BB's Lilith. She is the Lady of the Lake from Arthurian Legend. Merlin tricked a whole pile of equipment out of her. In the original legend, she eventually sealed Merlin inside a stone.

Bear Sister

The war against the Saracens went very smoothly.

Or rather, a little too smoothly.

In Londinium, the fortress city at Britannia's center, the war between the Saracens and Britannia lasted for three full days.

First came field battles, then city defense battles. After that came street fighting.

The Saracens, clad in chainmail, wielding battle axes, with loose hair or braided hair, fought fiercely against Britannia's knights, who wore fine plate armor, carried refined steel longswords and lances, and rode armored warhorses.

The two sides' methods of warfare, tactics, and equipment were separated by an entire era. Not to mention that the Knights of the Round Table possessed a large number of monster-class warriors wielding Demon Swords.

King Arthur with the Sword of Broken Steel. Knight Gawain with the Sword of the Sun. Knight Lancelot with the Demon Sword · Undefiled Lake Light. Artorius with the Silver Sword. Galahad with the Red-Hilted Sword.

In contrast, there was not a single great hero of the Germanic Pantheon to be found. Presumably, they had either not been born in the same era or disdained to participate in an invasion war.

T4 fighting T0.

How could they lose? How could they lose with a dragon rider right in their faces?

Thinking that, Arthur had no worries whatsoever about suffering an upset later.

Having already cut down more than a hundred enemies in his first battle, he charged forward like the strongest killing machine on the battlefield.

First, in the field battle, he had been the first to ride into the enemy formation on horseback.

Then, in the siege battle, he had been the first to climb the city wall and plant the Red Dragon banner there.

Arthur was also at the very front during the street fighting.

At his sides were Galahad, holding a great shield and longsword, responsible for defense, and Gareth, holding a spear and Round Shield, responsible for mid-range attacks. Arthur, wielding the two-handed sword Clarent, served as the main damage dealer and close-combat fighter.

The three formed a combat squad and pushed through Londinium, a city like a flesh grinder.

Anyone who saw such a performance would exclaim, "This kid is insanely strong."

Besides talent, hard work, protagonist privileges, and being handpicked by fate, the more important reason was the Demon Sword Clarent.

Just as the Lady of the Lake had said, Clarent, the Demon Sword representing the concept of "succession to royal authority," was most compatible with Arthur as heir apparent.

This sword greatly enhanced his strength. The improvement was even greater than him desperately casting enhancement magecraft on himself, and by a great deal.

Arthur wielding Clarent was not inferior in combat strength to any Knight of the Round Table. Even against his mother wielding Excalibur, he could fight her evenly.

After all, his mother had not reached her complete form yet. She had not taken up the Holy Spear and become the Northern Hemisphere, nor had she drawn EX Excalibur and obtained the Planetary Holy Sword and the strongest survival item, the Scabbard. So Arthur still had a chance.

"The greatest merit in this battle belongs to Arthur, doesn't it?"

Beside Arthur, Gareth, who was also fighting on a battlefield for the first time, spoke excitedly.

As a girl from a knightly family, she possessed courage that was not inferior to anyone else's. After her initial nervousness, she was already able to fight with ease.

"Yes, truly worthy of being the King's Son." Galahad said with some emotion beside Arthur. As he spoke, he skillfully raised his enormous black shield and blocked arrows shot from afar.

Those arrows were far too lacking in both range and power. They did not hurt at all.

"It is also thanks to your help, Gareth and Galahad." Arthur said happily.

Though the Demon Sword was still merely a Demon Sword and had not yet sublimated into a "Noble Phantasm," so he could not fire beams of light from it, Arthur was still delighted. His path toward "saving Britannia" had taken another step forward.

That excitement lasted until the next intersection.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

A berserker in heavy plate armor, wearing a horned helmet and wielding a greatsword, hacked from one end of the street straight to the other.

"That is..."

"Sir Mordred... is so violent..."

Unlike the trio, who conserved their strength and only took lives when killing, the berserker wielding the greatsword completely destroyed her enemies' bodies with every all-out attack.

Her excessive brute force beheaded, bisected, and dismembered her enemies. Severed limbs and broken arms littered the path of her charge.

Rather than fighting, she seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of slaughter. That was the person known as Mordred.

This Bear Sister. No wonder she is unpopular with the Knights of the Round Table.

Arthur thought to himself.

At the same time, as though she had noticed Arthur's group, the berserker turned around, glanced at them, then left without greeting them.

"How cold." Gareth frowned and muttered. Galahad did not say anything, but he was probably somewhat dissatisfied too.

Arthur, however, understood Bear Sister's complicated feelings.

"Family problems..."

His great-uncle, or perhaps great-aunt, Vortigern was an enemy. His aunt Morgan le Fay was also an enemy. His Bear Sister Mordred was an enemy too... Of course, there were also Gawain, Gareth, Gaheris, Agravain, and that whole group of cousins, every last one of them problem children.

At fourteen, he could still barely muddle through with the Bishonen Tactic, but what would happen in a few more years? Would he have to use the Handsome Man Tactic?

"I need to think of another way to win over everyone in the Knights of the Round Table."

Arthur thought to himself.

At the same time, Mordred, who was younger than Arthur but whose body looked more grown-up than his, was already roaring as she charged off to kill farther away.

As another child of King Arthur, she felt competitive toward Arthur.

She had joined the battlefield before him, yet after seeing Arthur's performance in this battle, she felt frustrated at having been surpassed. Of course, beyond that, she also felt an inexplicable joy. As expected of Father King's son!

"First, I will win over Mordred."

Watching Mordred's retreating back, Arthur thought to himself.

"After all, children are easier to fool."

According to records, Arthur took half a day to win over a random duchess. The Lady of the Lake took two hours.

So the question was, how long would it take him to win over Mordred?

Author's Note:

Heroic Spirit Arthur gained a Personal Skill: Charming Bishonen, A+++ Rank. Similar to Lancer Diarmuid's Tear Mole and Young Gilgamesh's Bishonen of Beauty. But it has both active and passive effects. Passive increases favorability. Active directly induces arousal.

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