Little Mo is My Daughter

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

"Huh?"

Mordred had braced herself for a lecture from Yu Feng. After all, in her eyes, Yu Feng—utterly loyal to King Arthur—would surely scold her for something like this, right?

But Mordred never expected Yu Feng to say something like this.

"You...?"

Yu Feng looked at Mordred. "Did you think I was going to talk about your rebellion?"

Mordred grew puzzled. "Isn't that the case? After what I've done, shouldn't you be lecturing me?"

Yu Feng didn't answer her question directly. Instead, he said, "Then, Mordred, do you remember what I told you when we went to support Kay before the war with Vortigern?"

Mordred thought for a moment before replying, "You mean about the Knights of the Round Table?"

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

Before setting out, you and Mordred were alone in the tent, with no outsiders present.

"Mordred, in front of others, the King is far too flawless."

Hearing this, Mordred was confused. "Huh? What's wrong with being flawless? Are you saying the King shouldn't be flawless?"

"No, it's precisely because the King is too flawless—seeming almost devoid of human emotions—that this kingdom can't last long. Trust me, this is just surface prosperity. The only reason it hasn't collapsed yet is that there are still plenty of people like us in the Knights of the Round Table and those who think the King's perfection is a good thing."

"What are you saying?! What do you mean it can't last long?! You're hailed as the White Knight, King Arthur's most valiant knight of the Round Table! How can you say something like that?!"

After you said this, Mordred immediately grew furious, grabbing your collar and shouting angrily.

You looked into Mordred's furious eyes, and at that moment, you suddenly thought of Merlin, and then 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'll think about this after we defeat Vortigern."

"Isn't that right? Speaking of which, everything you said back then came true. After Agravain died, the Knights of the Round Table fell apart not long after. The King set out for Rome, and by then, Britain's internal structure was already crumbling, wasn't it?"

"Ah, that's right. But I didn't expect the collapse to start with the Knights of the Round Table. I thought it would begin with Rome, and that it would hold out another thirty or forty years." At this moment, Yu Feng wasn't speaking to Mordred as Yu Feng, but from the subjective perspective of his other identity—Pantaleon—discussing Britain's affairs.

"Heh, you counted yourself in that, didn't you? Otherwise, how could you not have foreseen it? After all, none of us expected you to disappear after defeating Vortigern." Mordred looked out the window at the bright moonlight, speaking with ease.

Hearing this, Yu Feng instead laughed. "Well, I didn't expect you to be the King's child."

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

Yu Feng's expression didn't change. "I know. I'm somewhat aware of that as well."

Mordred wasn't surprised, a sly grin curling at the corner of her mouth. "So, how does it feel to suddenly have a child?"

If Yu Feng hadn't been startled by Mordred's earlier words, he certainly was now.

"Cough, when did you become like this?"

Mordred chuckled, a triumphant look spreading across her face. "I learned it from you. Got a problem with that?"

"Alright, alright, I can't be bothered to argue. Let the past be the past. Why dwell on it?"

Mordred shed her armor and changed into casual clothes.

"Then, Little Mo, could you change into something else? That's a bit too revealing." Yu Feng suddenly spoke.

Mordred's face instantly flushed bright red as she glared at Yu Feng. "You! Who told you to call me by such a cheesy name!?"

"And besides, what I wear is none of your business! I'll dress however I want!"

Yu Feng slowly shook his head. "Eh~ That's not quite right. I am, after all, your old father, aren't I? So calling you Little Mo shouldn't be a problem, and I'll still meddle in things."

Mordred clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Fine, whatever."

Despite her words, Mordred actually changed into something more modest. After all, when Servants are manifested in the modern world, they're also imbued with knowledge of it, which is quite convenient.

"But I'm warning you, don't call me by such a sappy name again, or you'll regret it!" Mordred shook her fist in a threatening gesture.

"Yeah, yeah." Though Mordred's tone was full of menace, Yu Feng didn't feel threatened at all, responding with complete indifference.

"Alright, time to sleep. I've got class tomorrow."

As Yu Feng finished speaking, Mordred burst out laughing as if she'd heard a joke.

"Ha? Hahaha! What? You're going to school? What's that about? You're attending school? I can't—I'm dying of laughter here, hahaha!" Mordred clutched her stomach, laughing uproariously.

Yu Feng rolled his eyes, signaling he didn't want to deal with Little Mo right now.

"Going to bed. Spent ages on that summoning ritual, and it's already past midnight. Ah~" Yu Feng grumbled, letting out a yawn.

"Oh, right. The Holy Grail War hasn't officially started yet, but it should be soon. Some people have probably already summoned their Servants. If you go out, Little Mo, be careful." Remembering something, Yu Feng warned.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't be bothered to go out right now." Mordred dismissed him, then immediately dematerialized into spirit form, off doing who knows what.

Yu Feng didn't bother with it further. Yawning again, he headed to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep.