"Don't kill me, I want to live!"
Clinging tightly to Wang Hao's clothes with his weak hands, the boy's eyes were filled with a strong will to survive.
He really didn't want to die; he wanted to live!
"Who's trying to kill you? If you want to live, then live! No one can stop you from wanting to live; it's your right."
Wang Hao gestured to the two androids following behind to help the boy up, and smiled, "As a gift for your birth, I've thought of a name for you, Sieg. What do you think?"
" Sieg?"
Blinking his eyes in confusion, the young boy Sieg was only a newborn and did not yet understand the meaning of his name. However, he seemed to understand that he did not have to die and could live a good life.
"He's still very weak; some of his internal organs aren't fully developed. You should find a doctor to take care of him."
After giving instructions to the two androids, Wang Hao looked at the boy Sieg again and said gently, " Sieg, I need to leave for a while. You should rest well and try to regain control of your body as soon as possible. I hope that when I return, I will see you able to stand up on your own, instead of being helped by others like you are now."
After saying that, Wang Hao casually tore open a crack, preparing to make dinner for his future daughter.
Oh, no--
In the same restaurant as last night, Mo Zai looked at the 365 luxurious dishes that were completely different from last night, and couldn't help but kneel down and let out a cry of despair.
The Kairi Shishigou behind him also looked very unpleasant.
They originally thought that making 365 luxurious dishes was Wang Hao's limit, but who would have thought that he made one different dish after another today? In fact, judging from his expression, this seemed to be far from his limit.
In other words, they wouldn't have been able to try all the dishes this guy could make during these few days of the Holy Grail War, and they didn't even have a chance to eat all of the dishes he made last night.
How could they, already captivated by the delicious food, possibly resist?
Of course, after the initial lament, Mo Zai quickly stood up and rushed towards the hundreds of delicious dishes, then began a frenzied feast.
The Kairi Shishigou, who followed, were not to be outdone, but having learned their lesson yesterday, they were much more restrained, making sure to sing about each dish at least once.
Three hours later, the restaurant manager, who had been waiting impatiently, cleared away the remaining dishes amidst Little Mo's heartbroken gaze.
Even though it was just leftovers, they didn't mind at all.
" Wang Hao, the Heroic Spirit Swordsman of the Red Faction, what brings you here?"
With her belly swollen like that of a woman six months pregnant, Kairi Shishigou struggled to sit opposite Wang Hao and asked without any attempt to hide his question.
He had met with the priest from the Holy Church again today and obtained some information from him, including the most mysterious Heroic Spirit of the ancient Eastern kingdom on the Red Faction.
Furthermore, he suspected that the events at the Clock Tower and the Holy Church last night were likely the work of this mysterious Eastern Heroic Spirit.
Although he was quite shocked, it also relieved him a lot. At least a big shot of this caliber was unlikely to scheme against small fry like them.
On the other side, Mo Zai picked his teeth with a broken bone fragment while looking at Wang Hao with suspicion.
The more he looked at it, the stronger the inexplicable sense of familiarity became, but he was certain that he had never known this guy in his previous life, and had never even seen a single person from the ancient Eastern country.
What exactly happened?
"Nothing much, I just came to visit after seeing an old friend."
Smiling at Mo Zai in front of him, Wang Hao was absolutely telling the truth.
He knew both of Mo Zai's mothers—well, that's how it should be counted—as well as Wu Wang and his sister, who was Mo Zai's biological mother. So it's absolutely true that he was a descendant of an old friend.
As for how Mo Zai interprets it, that's none of his business.
Do you know my mother?
With her delicate brows furrowed and a greatsword materializing in her hand, Mo Zai became Heroic Spirit of the mysterious Easterner before her.
Her father had always lived in Great Britain and never left, and in that era, there was no record of any Easterners ever coming to Great Britain.
Only his mysterious mother was elusive and had left Great Britain for a long time, so the old friend the other party mentioned must be his insidious mother.
She disliked that mother very much; the woman was too cunning, and even she, her own daughter, was nothing more than a tool used by the woman.
You have to be wary of friends who are like this.
But Wang Hao's next words stunned Mo Zai, and she almost dropped the greatsword she was holding.
Which mother are you referring to? Morgan or Artoria?
Sipping the wine in his glass, Wang Hao maintained his gentle smile.
These words not only stunned Mo Zai, but also Kairi Shishigou, who was standing to the side, completely dumbfounded.
Since obtaining the relic of Great Britain Round Table fragments from the Clock Tower, he has conducted in-depth research on King Arthur and the Twelve Knights of Great Britain, and naturally knows that his Heroic Spirit Servant Mordred's mother is Morgan King Arthur's sister.
He knew some information about Morgan, but who was this Artoria?
After a moment of confusion, Kairi Shishigou, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, looked at Little Mo beside him with Bagua -filled gleam.
There seems to be something going on here!
Who exactly are you?
Once she came to her senses, Little Mo became even more vigilant, pointing her sword directly at Wang Hao. However, given her enormous belly, the sight was rather comical, making it impossible for her to appear serious, let alone project any sense of menace.
"It'll be perfect to keep you company after your meal so you can digest a bit. I wonder how much of Lily's swordsmanship you've learned."
He still held a wine glass in his right hand, and with his left hand, he used a dinner knife to knock away Little Mo's greatsword.
You'll see!
Gritting his teeth, Mo Zai remained motionless, swinging his sword with one hand to attack Wang Hao.
The two sat facing each other, constantly exchanging blows while holding the tips of their knives on the table.
However, Little Mo, who seemed to have the advantage with his greatsword, was actually suppressed by Wang Hao with a small dinner knife, and was quite embarrassed.
This is only natural. Not to mention that Wang Hao's cultivation has now recovered to the Earth Realm Peak, the fact that his original realm was the Taiyi Realm alone is enough to make Little Mo look like a pushover.
Moreover, the swordsmanship in Great Britain at that time was really not very good, and it did not even form a complete system of inheritance. It followed a bold and violent style.
This swordsmanship style is much worse in terms of details, which is why Mo Zai was severely suppressed by Wang Hao this time, so severely that he even had to use the power of a Noble Phantasm in the end.
Crimson lightning crackled around the greatsword, ripples spreading through the air as it struck, forcing even Kairi Shishigou to retreat continuously.
Even so, Little Mo was still completely suppressed. The violent crimson lightning was neutralized by a force as soon as it reached Wang Hao, and it couldn't hurt him at all. It couldn't even damage the ordinary small kitchen knife.
Who exactly are you?
Mo Zai retreated swiftly, his expression becoming even more serious, and signaled to his Master Kairi Shishigou find an opportunity to escape.
This kind of being was indeed beyond their ability to handle.
"Don't you all already know? My true name is Wang Hao. I came here mainly to see you, my old friend, and to ask you a question."
Elegantly setting down the knife in his hand, Wang Hao looked directly into Mo Zai's eyes, his expression growing increasingly complex with each glance.
This brat looks just like Artoria!
They're practically identical, just a bit temperamental, but that's to be expected. Can you really expect a woman like Morgan to be good at raising children?
What do you want to ask?
Still on guard, Mo Zai was prepared to do everything in her power to hold off Wang Hao and create an opportunity for her master to escape.
This mysterious Eastern man was far too powerful; even with her Noble Phantasm activated, she had no confidence in fighting him.
Most importantly, the opponent knew him very well; his swordsmanship, which he had demonstrated earlier, was seen through from the very beginning.
The feeling of having an adversary who knows everything about you, while you know nothing about them, is absolutely awful.
"Was Lily okay in the end?"
After a long silence, Wang Hao finally asked the question.
As a somewhat otaku man, Saber is the only flat-chested woman among his favorite anime characters. In addition, having inherited everything from his predecessor Lancelot, he harbors very complicated feelings for Saber.
"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with my father?"
Without answering Wang Hao's question, Mo Zai felt even more puzzled.
This guy seems to have some bad intentions towards his father!
Could it be a lover that my own father is secretly keeping?
That possibility cannot be ruled out, after all, this guy is far too familiar with his swordsmanship, and must have been in close proximity to them.
Who exactly is it?
"Clang--"
Just as Kairi Shishigou stumbled and fell to the ground, even managing to pull a chair along with him. His voice echoed through the quiet restaurant.
"Sorry, please continue, please continue!"
He quickly got up and Kairi Shishigou Mo Zai and Wang Hao to continue, pretending that he didn't exist. Meanwhile, the Bagua fire in his eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, grew even stronger.
He never expected that Little Mo's father, King Arthur, was actually named Artoria, which sounded like a woman's name. In other words, the legendary King Arthur of Great Britain was a woman.
Although it seems incredible, given Little Mo's example, it's not impossible.
But then another question arises: if the legendary King Arthur was a woman, how exactly did she and her sister Morgan manage to have Little Mo, this mischievous child?
Was it done using magic tricks?
With his Kairi Shishigou quickly pieced together the whole truth: clearly, only magic could bring two women together and produce a child.
And King Arthur's sister Morgan seems to have been a magician, thus fulfilling the basic requirements.
But then another question arises: if King Arthur is a woman, what role does this mysterious Eastern Heroic Spirit, Wang Hao, play in all of this?
Is he the man that King Arthur, the legendary King of Knights, secretly kept?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed; Kairi Shishigou felt that this was the truth.
After all, no matter how wise King Arthur, he was still a woman. And as a woman, he naturally had those needs. Once he felt lonely, he couldn't very well turn to the nominal queen to solve his problems!