Arthur Became Mordred's Guard, How Could I Dream Such a Thing

"This was the first I'd heard of it. You were raised by the Lady of the Lake too?"

Hearing that Arthur and Lancelot had such similar experiences, Mordred raised an eyebrow, her words carrying a teasing note.

"The Lady of the Lake who raised you... couldn't be the same one who raised Sir Lancelot, could she?"

Arthur's helmet had a switch at the mouth that could be opened to reveal the lower half of her face, making it easier for her to eat in daily life.

She had just taken a sip of coffee when she heard Mordred's guess. Quickly setting down her teacup, she waved her hand. "It's not like that. There are many Ladies of the Lake. I heard that Sir Lancelot..."