In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

"You look good in this."

"besides--"

Ian looked at Mordred in front of him.

"If we are talking in private, you don't need to call me Master. That's for outsiders."

"Ok!"

Mordred was very happy.

"Father!"

Mordred hugged Ian.

Ian didn't say much, just stroked her head silently.

After being so affectionate for a while.

"Okay, Mordred, I have something else to ask you."

"Can we hug and stuff later?"

"of course can."

Mordred pulled away.

"Father, what do you want to ask?"

"That's your mother's business, of course—"

"What's this disappearance you mentioned?"

“Well… it’s like this.”

Mordred's thoughts drifted back to his last meeting with Morgan.

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If it were any other time, Mordred would have gone to catch these birds by now.

But not this time.

Because her biological mother, Morgan, the king of Camelot, ordered her to come to her side as quickly as possible.

If she knew that I was stealing birds on the road, she would definitely be scolded.

But bird hunting is really more interesting than listening to people talk!

With such complaints, Mordred jogged along.

Morgan's room was still the same room she had lived in as a princess.

Although this place is a bit shabby and not worthy of her status as a king.

But Morgan still insisted on living here.

dong dong dong.

Mordred knocked on the door.

"King, it's me."

Although he knew that she was Morgan's biological daughter, Mordred did not dare to be too indulgent in front of her.

"The door is not locked, come in." The reply came from inside.

Mordred opened the door and found Morgan standing by the window.

Those eyes as blue as the sea were now looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window - that was the place she had ordered to be well protected.

"king……"

"Don't be so formal. There's no one else here except us. Just shout whatever you want."

"Mother."

"Yeah." Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"come on."

"Oh……"

Mordred came to her side as Morgan had requested.

"Mother, you called me here so anxiously because..."

"Don't rush yet."

Morgan pointed with a slender finger at the sea of ​​flowers outside.

Even though she is already some years old, she is still so beautiful, as if she is forever young.

"Do you think they are beautiful?"

"what?"

Although he didn't understand why Morgan asked this, Mordred still thought about this question very seriously.

Finally, she got a good answer.

"Mother, I don't know!"

"But since you asked, I think she should be beautiful!"

"is it?"

Morgan's eyes were slightly sad.

"Since it is a beautiful flower, why can't it keep the person it is meant to be with?"

"Ah? This..." Mordred scratched his face, "Maybe it's because he doesn't like flowers?"

"..."

Morgan was stunned at first, then he laughed.

"is it?"

"What you said does make some sense."

"Mother, please stop telling riddles!" Mordred said anxiously, "You know I'm most afraid of these."

"If you have anything to say, it would be better to tell me directly!"

"Right."

Morgan pointed to a box nearby.

"Mordred, go and get the things out of there."

"Oh!"

Mordred followed Morgan's instructions and opened the large box lying quietly beside him.

But the contents inside surprised her a little.

It was a long cross sword made entirely of silver.

"Mother, what is this?"

Mordred looked at the sword in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"It's my gift to you," Morgan replied.

"Take this sword, and you will have the right to inherit all of Britain."

"..."

Mordred felt like he was still asleep.

After slapping her face several times, she was sure it was not an illusion.

"Mother, is this the sword that symbolizes the king?"

"Yes, my son," Morgan said with a smile.

"You are now qualified to take over this."

"No no no!"

Mordred, holding the sword, waved his hands repeatedly.

"Mother, please stop joking. How can I do such a thing?!"

"Which of Brother Gawain and the others is not more capable than me? Even if we have to inherit the throne, it should be them, right?"

"No." Morgan shook his head.

"This sword can only be held by you."

"Mordred, I will not allow you to refuse it."

"But--"

Mordred looked at the sword in his hand that was shining with silver light, and his expression seemed very embarrassed.

"Mother."

"Although I am your daughter, I have never thought of coveting the throne...Being recognized by you is enough for me."

"I absolutely cannot accept this sword as a sign of approval from the 'King'."

"I will only be a knight of Britain, and that will never change."

Hearing this, Morgan seemed to recall some past events that she missed very much, and her pupils slightly widened.

But soon, she calmed down.

"In that case—"

"Mordred, what if I give it other meanings?"

"What other meaning?"

"Yeah." Morgan reached out and tidied Mordred's slightly messy hair.

"I named it 'Future'."

"It will be the key to you meeting your father."

"You must protect it well - because I may need it at some point."

"This……"

Mordred in the memory and Ian in reality said exactly the same words.

"Did your mother really say that?"

"Yes."

Mordred, who was dressed in men's clothing, nodded.

"My mother told me to protect this sword well."

"so--"

"I don't want that person named Ophelia to touch the sword."

"..."

Ian reached out and tidied Mordred's messy hair.

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

"Nothing~" Mordred wiped his nose.

"Mother is not lying to me!"

"At least now, I really see you, father!"

Mordred's words made Ian realize that their "reunion" might not be a coincidence at all.

If you think about it this way, even the fact that Mordred was transformed through Altria's data in the simulated battle might start to seem a little strange.

He thought again and again, and then asked: