In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

This scene completely dissuaded Nitocris from seeking help from Anubis, and she felt helpless about Mordred's behavior.

After thinking it over carefully, Nitocris figured that being locked up here was probably what was making her upset, so she took the initiative to suggest to Mordred, "Um... Mordred, may I call you that?"

"Hmph, do as you please."

"If you're too bored, I can take you for a walk, but you can only come with me to and from the desert and the mountain village, and you can't wander off."

"Taking a walk? Aren't you just walking your dog? What do you take me for?! And... what's wrong with you, woman? Why are you acting like my mother, showing concern for me? Do we even know each other?"

Mordred looked frustrated; she really couldn't understand what this woman was trying to do.

The other person had no intention of killing her; her intuition told her that Nitocris's kindness and concern were genuine, and that affection, though somewhat awkward, was real...

She's extremely straightforward; she can't bring herself to hurt someone who's kind to her. And what makes her even more uncomfortable is...

In both her lives, she had never received a single bit of affection from her biological mother Morgan and father King Arthur. Now, a stranger was making up for it. What kind of situation was this? Was he going to adopt her as his goddaughter?

“We didn’t know each other before… but I love your father, so I want to be your mother as well as I can.”

Nito thought for a moment, then answered.

"Huh? You like my father? Are you blind? No, my father is indeed handsome enough to transcend gender, but my father is a woman! A woman! I've had enough of Guinevere, and you actually came here too?"

"Eh? I'm not talking about your father, I'm talking about your father's other half."

"You mean that guy who just left, right, my other half?"

Mordred shouted in alarm.

"Yes, Lord Lovi. Although I have to compete with your father, you are still a child, so it is only natural for me to treat you well."

Nito said matter-of-factly.

"...You guys are hopeless!"

Mordred was furious at the thought of all the nonsense that Rowe had just told her. Although she wanted to yell that it was all fake, she knew that Avalon was definitely real.

The fact that the Emperor entrusted Avalon with this responsibility means they really have a close relationship. Who knows... they might actually be having an affair? If that's the case... wouldn't I really have to call him "Dad"?!

"No way! I don't want to!!"

The thought of being forced to call that guy "Dad" in front of her father made Mordred's mind go blank, and she shook her head frantically.

"How could you do something like that?!"

But what should she do if her completely different father were actually in front of her?

Subconsciously, Mordred started thinking about those three questions again, but still had no answers. Frustrated, she started pulling her hair, while Nitob watched her with concern.

After a long while, Mordred seemed to give up, looked at Nitocris beside her, and asked, "Hey, what should I call you?"

"Call me Mom?"

"No way, that's so stupid!"

Mordred refused without even thinking.

"Hmm... It seems that being a stepmother is indeed not easy to be accepted, but don't worry, just call me Nito for now."

Rejected, Nito drooped her rabbit ears and said somewhat dejectedly.

"Oh, Nito, listen to these three questions. If it were you, what would you choose?"

Finally, Mordred, as if resigned to his fate, asked Nitocris for the answers to those three questions.

But Nito couldn't give it to her, since it was Mordred's problem, not hers.

If it were her, she would definitely stand by her lover without hesitation, but she couldn't let Mordred know that she had ulterior motives.

After thinking it over carefully, she offered Mordred a solution: "How about you take a look at a book?"

“No, no,” Mordred shook his head. “I get sleepy as soon as I open a book. I’ve never studied.”

Nitocris looked at her with pity.

She finally realized just how incompetent the child's biological mother was, that she hadn't even let the child read a book!

"Wait a minute, why are you looking at me like that, like I'm such a lonely, helpless child?" Mordred continued to breathe on me.

She hated that look.

"What if the answer could be found by reading a book?"

Nitocris thought for a moment, then said, "Perhaps you can also find out why your father didn't let you inherit the throne."

"Why? Can I find the answer by reading a book?"

"It definitely can. I used to read books when I had doubts, and there's a lot of wisdom in them."

Nitocris smiled, then casually pulled out a book from her Underworld Mirror and handed it to Mordred to look at.

"Then... if my father really comes... will he approve of me if he sees me reading a book?"

Mordred was somewhat tempted.

"Well..."

Nito thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know, but I'll definitely like you more than before."

"why?"

"Because no parent would dislike a child who is well-mannered and knowledgeable."

"Okay! I'll see!"

Mordred snatched the Egyptian pharaoh history that Benito had casually rummaged through to appease her, then turned away to search for the answer.

Because she is a follower, she now possesses the power to read languages ​​and texts fluently, so she is not afraid of not understanding them.

Nitocris breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but think to herself, being a stepmother is really tough.

Just then, Kai, who arrived late, stormed into the cell.

"Mordred! I heard you were captured by the Saint, so I came to see you!"

However, after the loud shout, all Kai received was Mordred's look of concern for a fool, followed by a shout of "Quiet!" to tell him not to disturb his reading, leaving Kai completely dumbfounded.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning; Mordred, who couldn't even read, was actually reading a book!

then……

He went out, slammed the door shut, and then opened it again and came back in.

I must be doing something wrong. After all, Mordred... that idiot Mordred, actually reading a book is illogical.

Oh God!

Are you trying to make a sow climb a tree?

"Kai, you bastard! Don't look at me like that, like 'a sow can climb a tree'!"

Mordred was very unhappy.

"No, no, no... I'm just too surprised. What... what's going on?"

Kai didn't know how to describe it; Mordred's eyes looked even more dangerous.

"Alright, Mordred, go back to your book."

Nito calmed the little lion down, which put the atmosphere at ease, before leaving the cell with Kay.

"You, you could be...the Virgin Mary?"

"what?"

Nito was taken aback by the question, but then replied, "No, I am a servant of Egypt, I am the wife of the Holy One, so I have come to look after Mordred."

"Oh, the saint's wife, right? Ah... I completely understand now. She is indeed a miracle-filled being. She can even make Mordred read books. This is as great a miracle as making Artoria lose weight and Merlin and Lancelot stop going out and seducing married women."

Kai nodded hurriedly, then said incredulously.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kai. The Saint sent me to look after Mordred."

“I see…” Nito smiled slightly. “Then I’ll leave this place to you, Kai. I still need to take charge of troop deployment at two locations. Mordred will be in your care.”

"No problem, leave it to me! If she tries to run away, I'll definitely catch her!"

Kai's attitude was extremely proper, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced towards Mordred.

Nitocris nodded. Having almost won Mordred's favor, she once again established her image as a virtuous wife and loving mother in front of Kay!

That way, even if she really meets that Miss Artoria, she won't be too passive! She's truly amazing!!

All she needs to do now is get things done well and keep up the good work! She's a shrewd and capable woman!

Hearing Nitocris's thoughts, Anubis couldn't help but sigh, "Truly, you're still so shrewd after all these years. It seems that all pharaohs have wicked hearts..."

But that's good too, at least the odds of winning are higher this way, and you don't have to go all in.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, high in the sky at an unknown altitude, two meteors being dragged by giant arrows were performing aerial acrobatics.

The icy wind lashed against their faces. At such an extreme height, where even those without a fear of heights would be terrified, they felt the powerful force of Newton's magic. Lowe and Percival were like two yo-yos, gliding up and down, pulling in and releasing, back and forth...

"Hey, Percival!"

Perhaps because the process of being pulled along was too boring, Rowe, who had prepared in advance, took the initiative to explain some tactics and psychological issues to Percival in mid-air.

"If you see Gawain later, you're in charge of blocking him. If the Lion King shows up, I'll stop her. Just cover as many people as possible to escape. Also... remember that survival is the top priority. When it really comes to running away, don't just stand there like an idiot."

"Ah... If it were Gawain, now that I've received the blessing, I shouldn't be easily defeated even by Gawain under the sun. But if the Lion King really intervenes, can you really handle it alone?"

Percival was more concerned about Rowe's safety than about fighting Gawain himself.

"I have to make it work, but don't worry. Although I can't beat the Lion King in a head-on fight, my strength is still comparable to a standard three-target level, except that I don't have the maximum firepower output of weapons like the EA or the God of Slaughter Gun. If I really want to leave, the Lion King can't kill me."

"Huh?...What does 'three-target level' mean?"

This new term puzzled Percival, who only knew the Grand rank and believed that there should be no rank division among the other Heroic Spirits.

"Just think of it as a very strong Heroic Spirit. To put it another way, it's as strong as the Sun King, or even stronger than the combined strength of multiple Knights of the Round Table... But, that white castle up ahead, which looks completely out of place in this era, is Camelot, right? Looks like we're about to arrive."

During their casual conversation, Rowe noticed the pristine white city that appeared at the edge of his vision. Percival, who was closest to the city, immediately recognized it as Camelot, the city of chalk.

Furthermore, they saw a large number of densely packed, dark figures gathered around the holy city. These figures were likely refugees from the surrounding area, indicating that the holy battle was about to begin!