Little Mo, My Daughter

"Ah, got it, Mordred. I didn't expect you to be quite impressive."

"Huh?"

Mordred had been prepared for Yu Feng to lecture her. After all, in Mordred's eyes, Yu Feng, who was utterly loyal to King Arthur, would definitely lecture her over something like this, right?

But Mordred had not expected Yu Feng to say such words.

"You...?"

Yu Feng looked at Mordred. "You didn't think I was going to condemn your rebellion, did you?"

Mordred grew puzzled. "Wasn't that it? I did something like that—shouldn't you be criticizing me?"

Rather than answering Mordred's question, Yu Feng said, "Then, Mordred, do you still remember what I told you when we went to support Kay together before the battle against Vortigern?"

Mordred thought for a moment before saying, "That matter about the Knights of the Round Table?"

"That's right. I told you back then, didn't I?"

Before setting out, Mordred and you were in the tent, with no one else present besides the two of you.

"Mordred, before outsiders, the king is simply too perfect."

Hearing that, Mordred became confused. "Huh? What's wrong with being perfect? Are you saying the king shouldn't be perfect?"

"No. It is precisely because the king is too perfect, seeming as though she possesses none of a person's seven emotions and six desires, that such a kingdom cannot last for long. Believe me, this is merely surface prosperity. The only reason it has not yet collapsed is because there are still many people like us in the Knights of the Round Table, and people like you, who believe the king is flawless."

"What the hell are you talking about?! What do you mean it can't last long? What are you saying? You're the White Knight, hailed as King Arthur's bravest Knight of the Round Table! And you're saying something like that?!"

After you said those words, Mordred immediately flew into a rage, grabbing you by the collar as she shouted angrily.

Looking into Mordred's furious eyes, you suddenly thought of Merlin. Then you thought of King Arthur's sister, Morgan le Fay.

"No, just pretend I never said anything. For now, we only need to be the king's knights. We can consider such matters after defeating Vortigern."

"That was how it was, right? Come to think of it, what you said back then all came true. After Agravain died, the Knights of the Round Table fell apart soon afterward. When the king marched on Rome, Britain was already close to collapsing from within, wasn't it?"

"Ah, that's right. But I never expected the collapse to begin with the Knights of the Round Table. I thought it would start from Rome instead, and that it would hold on for another thirty or forty years." At this moment, Yu Feng was not discussing Britain with Mordred as Yu Feng, but through his other identity—as Pantaleon's subjective consciousness.

"Heh, you must have counted yourself in, right? Otherwise, how could you have failed to foresee something like that? After all, none of us expected you to vanish after defeating Vortigern." Mordred looked at the bright moonlight beyond the window and spoke lightly.

Yu Feng laughed instead. "Then I didn't expect you to be the king's child either."

Mordred fell silent at those words, then suddenly looked at Yu Feng. "Hey, what if I told you that I'm your child too?"

Yu Feng's expression did not change. "I know. I suppose I know about that too."

Mordred was not surprised. A wicked smile curled across her lips. "So how does it feel to suddenly have a child?"

If Yu Feng had not been frightened by Mordred's earlier words, then he was certainly frightened by her now.

"Cough, cough. When did you become like this?"

Mordred grinned, a triumphant look appearing on her face. "Didn't I learn it from you? Is there a problem?"

"Alright, alright. I can't be bothered to argue about it. Let the past stay in the past. Why care so much?"

Mordred took off her armor and changed back into casual clothes.

"Then, Little Mo, could you change into something else? That outfit is too revealing," Yu Feng suddenly said.

Mordred's face instantly turned bright red as she looked at Yu Feng. "You bastard, who gave you permission to call me something so sickeningly sweet?!"

"And what I wear is none of your business! I'll wear whatever I want!"

Yu Feng slowly shook his head. "Ah, you can't put it that way. I'm your old man, more or less, aren't I? So there's nothing wrong with calling you Little Mo. And I still need to keep an eye on you."

Mordred said unhappily, "Fine, whatever."

Though Mordred said that, she still changed into a more normal outfit. After all, when Servants manifested in the modern world, they were also given plenty of knowledge about it, which was quite convenient.

"But I still have to warn you—don't call me anything that sickeningly sweet again. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" Mordred waved a fist threateningly.

"Yes, yes." Although Mordred's tone was full of threats, Yu Feng could not feel the slightest threat from her. He was utterly perfunctory.

"Alright, alright, go to sleep. I still have class tomorrow."

As soon as Yu Feng finished speaking, Mordred laughed as though she had heard a joke.

"Huh? Hahahaha, what? You still have to go to school? What the hell? You still have to go to school? No, I really want to laugh. Hahahaha!" Mordred clutched her stomach and burst into laughter.

Yu Feng rolled his eyes, making it clear that he had no desire to deal with Little Mo right now.

"I'm going to bed. That summoning ritual took forever, and it's already the middle of the night. Ah..." Yu Feng complained, yawning as well.

"Oh, right. The Holy Grail War hasn't officially begun yet, but if nothing unexpected happens, it should start soon. Some people have probably already summoned their Servants. Little Mo, be careful if you go out," Yu Feng said, recalling something.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't even be bothered to go out right now." Mordred replied dismissively. As she spoke, she directly shifted into spirit form and vanished, with no idea what she had gone off to do.

Yu Feng did not pay it much mind. He yawned again and headed toward his room. Once inside, he fell straight asleep.