What Kind of Type-Moon Is This!

Bai Ming wasn't unmoved; it was his brain that had stopped responding.

[Your brain stopped thinking because you couldn't fathom how things had escalated to this point. You're wondering if you've become Dong Zhuo, embroiled in a scandalous court?]

[While your brain was frozen in existential contemplation, Artoria dragged you directly into her room.]

"Joslyn, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent!"

[Under Morgan's tutelage, Artoria had become a master of emotional manipulation and making decisions for others, among other peculiar skills.]

[In Artoria's room, you watched Guinevere fall into deep thought once more.]

[You began to communicate with Guinevere and Artoria.]

[Artoria refused to communicate with you and instead offered you a drink—but it wasn't wine; it was a love potion.]

[Guinevere, who had been happily chatting with you, looked at Artoria in horror, her expression seeming to ask, "King Arthur, what are you doing!"]

[Guinevere's hopes were shattered.]

[You, Guinevere, and Artoria spent a wild night together, experiencing the full force of Type-Moon's industrial might.]

[Artoria summoned you to court for work again, this time to be responsible for historical records. Artoria's intentions were clear: she was going all-in.]

[You, Guinevere, and Artoria became lovers.]

[After a period of calm, the Knights of the Round Table were finally assembled.]

[Following a period of recuperation, Artoria called you to arms once more for another campaign, and she herself would be leading the charge to Rome.]

[Your objective was to pacify the last remaining island of Scotland within the British Isles. To achieve this, you specifically brought Mordred and Tristan.]

[Artoria's adversary this time was Roman Emperor Lucius, who styled himself as the dictator of public welfare.]

[The fundamental reason for the conflict was that after the Romans withdrew from the British Isles, they saw Vortigern's defeat by foreign tribes and King Arthur's imminent rule over the British Isles. Seizing the opportunity, they sought to extract benefits and tribute from King Arthur.]

[However, Artoria, who never backed down, had been influenced by you since childhood, making her even more resolute in her foreign policy than in her original timeline. Coupled with your less-than-chivalrous combat teachings, Artoria had the envoys beaten on the spot. Wielding the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword, she led the most capable fighters of the younger generation, Gawain and Lancelot, to confront this ruler, who was a dictator in name but an emperor in practice.]

[Upon hearing this, Lucius dispatched highly respected knights to Alexandria, India, Armenia, Aitani, Elam, Arabia, Egypt, Kair, Cappadocia, Syria, and Galatia, all Roman territories, to mobilize troops. He also requested aid from Greece, Macedonia, Catoland, Cyprus, and Portugal, and gathered fifty giant offspring of demons as shock troops.]

[Then... because the Holy Lance and Holy Sword were not yet subject to many restrictions, these gathered armies, passing through France and heading towards the British Isles, were annihilated by a straight beam of light before Artoria, Gawain, and Lancelot even saw it. Not a single bone remained, only a few giants.]

[For Artoria, the only ones who could jump around in front of her were you, Morgan, and Merlin.]

Artoria sheathed her sword and said coldly, "What is this? Daring to bargain with me? Continue forward, cut a path through."

"My King... your bloodlust is rather excessive."

Gawain offered his counsel. Artoria glanced at him and said coldly, "When we return, I will remind Duke Joslyn to ask you for a self-criticism report regarding the subjugation of Vortigern."

Gawain gasped. He hadn't expected his beloved King Arthur to resort to tattling on him, but then he remembered that Artoria had grown up under the guidance of her father and mother, and it no longer seemed strange.

Chapter Fourteen: So This Is How Aristocrats Are?

[Gawain always felt that Artoria was more like your child, and he was the adopted one.]

[After all, Artoria's posture and movements when wielding a polearm from horseback were always so similar to yours, not to mention her bravery in effortlessly decapitating enemy generals amidst thousands of soldiers.]

[Lucius was quickly impaled on the shaft of the Holy Lance by Artoria.]

[Meanwhile, on your end, Tristan informed you of something: Isolde was the princess of Ireland, not Scotland, and his uncle resided in Cornwall.]

[You fell silent for a long time. After all, Ireland, Scotland, and England all contained "land" (lan), and you sometimes genuinely couldn't distinguish which "land" was which.]

[As the army marched, you began to chat.]

"These are all trivial matters, my dear Sir Tristan. If it's Cornwall you're concerned about, then I'm the one with the most to say."

After all, Morgan's mother was snatched from Cornwall, Morgan's father was killed in Cornwall, and Morgan herself was captured in Cornwall.

No one understood Cornwall better than Bai Ming.

"When we return this time, I'll charge for love with you."

Tristan merely strummed his lute.

"I know about this. I heard Father and Mother had their first meeting in Cornwall."

Mordred picked up the conversation and then asked, "Father, did you fall in love with Mother the moment you first met?"

"No."

Bai Ming's tone was serious: "Our first meeting was as a prisoner."

"I can't believe someone as valiant as you, Father, could have been captured by Mother."

"I killed Morgan's biological father and captured her."

Mordred said, "Father, do you understand romance? Please leave me the last remnant of your relationship with Mother."

"A man's romance lies in gunpowder and slaughter, not in a few inches of flesh between his legs. If pure martial power is not used for violence, then it is meaningless."

Upon hearing Bai Ming's words, Tristan strummed his lute again. "How tragic... I heard that Duke Joslyn's initial marriage to the Duchess was simply because the Duchess threatened to find ways to kill the Duke, but the Duke, owing to King Uther's reputation, couldn't kill the Duchess."

"Enough! You lute player, stop talking! Leave me some memories!"

Mordred was utterly devastated.

She felt her mother was somewhat unbelievable. If it were her, facing a man who killed her father and took her mother captive, she absolutely wouldn't be able to love him.

"So, how did you all end up together?"

"King Uther was going to exile her, and I thought it was too dangerous for me if she was just cast out. Since we were both suitable ages, King Uther just arranged the marriage."

[Your words struck Mordred hard.]

"Father, when you die, remember to kill Mother, me, and Gareth first. Or else, after we get back this time, I'll... "

Mordred couldn't finish her sentence before Bai Ming punched her off her horse.

"Duke, why are you hitting Mordred? I don't think what Mordred said was wrong."

Tristan strummed his lute. "Gawain, Gaheris, and Agravain all have their own titles and their own fiefs. And your current heir is Sir Mordred."

Bai Ming was utterly confused. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

[You absolutely cannot understand what little Mo and Tristan are thinking. You plan to find an opportunity to locate the vanished Merlin and have him give Mordred some therapy.]

[In reality, ancient European nobles believed there were only two ways to preserve property and ensure bloodline purity: first, have sons, and second, engage in incest.]

[Therefore, from the time King Uther stopped seeking women and focused solely on martial arts, to the present moment where you are discussing the length and depth of life issues in Artoria's room with Guinevere and Artoria]

[King Uther, Merlin, Morgan, Artoria, and even Gawain, Agravain, Gaheris, and Mordred all think you have some issues with your brain.]

[The only one who thinks you're normal is your youngest daughter, Gareth—of course, it's also possible that Gareth is out training and not by your side.]

[It's one thing not to find lovers, but you also allowed your three sons to enter the court and secure titles, with not a single one to inherit your title.]

[You also didn't engage in incestuous relationships with your daughters to ensure your fiefs and titles wouldn't fall into the hands of others. Because of this, Morgan often worried but didn't know how to tell you.]

Bai Ming: So this is still my fault? I'm a modern person, and in this simulation, I fought my way up from commoner. Who knew they were so abstract!

Bai Ming: I also didn't expect to keep Morgan from causing any trouble?

System: Is it possible that you are also quite abstract? It's just that your abstract directions are a bit different?

[After understanding the general cause of events, you first put down a rebellion in Scotland, then crossed west to Ireland. After Tristan obtained a letter from Isolde's father, he returned to the British Isles.]

[Artoria hosted a banquet to welcome your return, and you were granted a few days of leave.]

[Day one, you beat up Mordred.]

[Day two, you beat up Mordred.]

[Day three, before you beat her, Mordred asked you why you were hitting her. You told her to think about it herself, and then you beat up Mordred.]

[Day four, Mordred asked if the idea of her wanting to have incestuous relations with you to inherit the family fortune and prevent it from flowing out made you unhappy. You nodded, and then beat up Mordred. Mordred verbally apologized, and you let her off the hook.]

[However, Mordred is the most unruly and rebellious of your offspring. She is the typical type who responds to kindness but not to force.]

[In terms of vindictiveness, she perfectly inherited the pettiness of you and Morgan.]

[Therefore, Mordred devised a plan.]

[In reality, she originally planned to force herself on you while you slept, but she was afraid of being beaten to death by you, so she changed her method.]

[While you were sleeping, she had your armory moved away.]

[On your fifth day of rest, you beat up Mordred. Mordred couldn't even be bothered to verbally apologize anymore. The more you beat her, the more she cursed you.]

[Morgan, who was watching, glanced at the stubborn Mordred, then lowered her head to continue reading her magic books.]

[When Mordred was being stubborn, she was just like Morgan when she was first captured, so Morgan wasn't worried about you doing anything extreme to Mordred, like beating her to death.]

[On the night of your fifth day of rest, Morgan discussed Mordred's problem with you. Your ideas and Morgan's were very different, but you reached an agreement on certain aspects.]

[On your sixth day of rest, Morgan spanked Mordred. Mordred looked at you, who was flipping through books nearby, and her mind fell into contemplation.]

[On the seventh day, you carried a very unwilling Tristan to beat up his uncle, King Mark, and Tristan took Isolde away with the letter from her father.]

[King Mark rebuked you and stated that he had sworn to marry Isolde first. You scoffed at King Mark and, in front of him, swore that all of King Mark's territory was yours, demanding that King Mark hand over his territory immediately. If he refused, he would be a hypocritical scoundrel with flawed morals.]

[King Mark felt insulted and immediately tried to take your life. You, unwilling to be threatened, beat King Mark until he was half-dead and then left triumphantly.]

Chapter Fifteen: Old Bai Enters Cornwall for the Third Time

[You began to wonder how King Arthur's Britain would eventually fall.]

[Merlin was also curious.]

[Therefore, Merlin, the old lecher who had been whoring for half a year, specifically came to your fief.]

[You happily hosted a banquet for Merlin, and Merlin gave you a prophecy.]

Merlin said, "The Knights of the Round Table will scatter because of Guinevere. She will have an affair with the strongest knight."

Bai Ming paused. "She has already become my lover at Artoria's request, so how did the Round Table collapse? Did I kill a hundred and fifty of them? That seems a bit challenging. After all, even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs. If Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, Agravain, and Mordred attacked together, I would still be hesitant."

Mordred, who had been beaten by Bai Ming and Morgan in a mixed doubles match for six days and could only lie in bed, had a big question mark appear above her head.

My dear father, the chivalry of a knight, I see none of it in you. All I see are lies—you call yourself hesitant when you've beaten your eldest daughter to the point where she can't move on the bed?

Merlin: "Ah?"

What happened while I was away? How did you end up sleeping in the dragon's bed?

"What else did you do?"

Merlin decided to ask everything at once. Bai Ming thought for a moment and said, "I carried Sir Tristan to Cornwall and beat up his uncle, helping Sir Tristan snatch his beloved woman back."

"What else?"

"I slept with Lily."

[Your words caused Merlin to fall silent for a long time. It took him a while to comprehend the jumbled words you spoke. For the first time, Merlin felt he had underestimated you in matters of life; you were more insane than he had imagined.]

Merlin finally spoke, "So... you are the root of Britain's downfall."

"That's just fantastic."

Merlin thought he had known humanity well, having slept with so many prostitutes and encountered so many silver-tongued, deceitful, and ill-intentioned people. But seeing Bai Ming's delighted expression now, he felt as if he didn't understand humanity at all.

"What are you talking about, Joslyn? Why would you think this is fantastic?"

"Because... I see the fun in it, Merlin."

Bai Ming said, "When you indulge yourself on a woman's belly, there are times when it feels utterly bland. It's the same for me with my current game. I've been a loyal subject and regent for the first half of my life. Now, I want to try a different way of playing, do you understand?"

Mordred: "The armor and weapons I took to Gawain's side... could they be for my father's rebellion?"

Merlin spoke, "...Britain's downfall is inevitable, it's only a matter of time. Therefore, I don't want you to be the one who ultimately causes this entire land to lose its vitality and future."

"You're looking down on me, Merlin. I never involve innocent people. You know that my knights commit no offense against the people wherever they pass," Bai Ming stood up. "Make your prophecy, Great Sage. Where will Artoria die, and where will I betray my beloved Lily?"

Merlin spoke, "I think you know."

"Yes, I know. So, let's wait and see," Bai Ming's voice gradually grew louder. "I also make a prophecy for you, my dear friend Merlin. You will advise King Arthur to choose the scabbard over the blade, but King Arthur will choose the blade. Afterward, you will say not to discard the scabbard, for the scabbard is more important than the blade. Then, the scabbard will be lost, and finally, Britain's King Arthur will meet a glorious end."

[Merlin remained silent at your words.]

[After the banquet, Merlin entered the court.]

[After King Arthur stabbed the Roman dictator Lucius to death, Artoria began to hold martial arts tournaments across Britain.]

[Knights with superior martial skills and noble conduct gained increasing respect from the people.]