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

Because she also didn't believe that her father would do such a thing.

"That's right!"

Mordred returned to his usual cheerful self.

"How could the Master do that? He... is a hero!"

Just as the emotionally excited naughty boy was about to say something, he noticed that Gareth was staring at Joan of Arc.

The knight from Britain looked at the saint's face with an increasingly puzzled expression.

Although she was no longer afraid of other people's gazes, Joan of Arc still felt a little concerned when she saw Gareth looking at her like that.

"Gareth, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Gareth scratched his head.

"I just suddenly felt that... you and the old king seem a bit like... you and my mother too!"

Jeanne felt that these words sounded familiar.

She thought about it for a moment and confirmed the source - Mordred had said something similar.

The Saint asked tentatively:

"When you say 'like', do you mean Altria?"

"Hey!" Gareth nodded, "Master, how did you know?"

"Because Mordred said something similar."

Jeanne's eyes swept across the two sisters in front of her.

"anyway--"

"What is your relationship with Mordred?"

"And you seem to care about him even though he left?"

Mordred suddenly realized that something was not right, but it was too late to stop Gareth from speaking.

Gareth, who had not been told by Ian, answered directly:

"We are sisters."

"As for the reason for your concern... it's because he's the father of Mordred and me!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne's language system went out of control and almost woke up the other servants who were resting.

Her pupils trembled as if there was an earthquake.

"Are you...his daughters?"

Knowing that the matter was bound to be exposed, Mordred could only nod and acknowledge it.

"Yes."

"We...are all his daughters."

"..."

Jeanne stood there in a daze.

She never dreamed that she would suddenly learn such a truth.

My brother already has two daughters?

Where did this mistress come from? !

241. My Brother's Wives/Joan of Arc Wants to Be a Stepmother/Everyone's Hero (4k)

My own brother actually had a child outside? !

How did things come to this? !

Joan of Arc felt her breathing become more rapid as Gareth spoke.

But speaking of it——

The saint looked at Gareth and Mordred in front of her, unwilling to miss any details.

Their faces do resemble their brother a little bit.

Is this the so-called biological daughter?

Joan of Arc had no idea that while she was thinking this, her body had involuntarily moved towards the British knight sisters.

That was an attempt to see through them completely.

"Ms. Jeanne!"

Mordred shouted, and finally called Joan of Arc back from her strange behavior.

"What's wrong with you?"

Realizing that she seemed to have lost her composure, Joan of Arc gave a polite smile and quickly changed the subject.

"nothing."

"I... just want to confirm once again whether what you just said is true?"

"..."

Although Mordred was not a very sensitive person, he still noticed Joan of Arc's extremely obvious emotional changes.

She subconsciously became cautious.

"Ms. Jeanne...I suddenly feel that you care about my father so much."

"It was the same thing when we were outside the city before. You seemed to have said something like 'give him back to me'?"

"Did you know each other before?"

"Eh?!"

After Mordred said this, Joan of Arc realized that she was indeed particularly excited about things related to her brother.

In order to follow the secret code that only siblings understood, she quickly explained.

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

"He... left with the other 'me' just for us."

"That--"

"It's normal for me to worry about him because of you, right?"

"..."

Although he always felt that there was something wrong with this statement, Mordred really had no way to refute it for the time being.

After all, the Joan of Arc in front of him had embarked on this journey just to help him rescue his father.

It is neither reasonable nor moral to care too much about her words and actions.

Mordred is like this.

Not to mention Gareth, whose personality is very similar to hers.

She smiled brightly and nodded at Jeanne.

"Yes."

"Master's worries are justified!"

Joan of Arc finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the two sisters agreed with her.

but--

At this moment, the saint no longer showed any signs of tiredness.

Every cell in her body was echoing the words that Gareth and Mordred had just said.

She just wanted to figure out what was going on.

"By the way..."

Jeanne's eyes swept across Mordred and Gareth in front of her.

"Since you all acknowledge that he is the father."

"That--"

"Who is your mother?"

At first glance, this question sounds like a little gossip that was unintentionally created by Joan of Arc out of her own personal will.

But in fact, it is a way to solve the doubts in her heart at the moment.

Gareth was unaware of the "trap" hidden in it, and she answered directly:

"Our mother... is the new king of Britain."

"Her name is Morgan, and she is my father's favorite woman."

"..."

Hearing this, Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat.

She originally just wanted to find out with whom her brother had the child, but she never expected to hear such high praise at this time.

Although there may be the added bonus of being a relative.

But to let my daughter say such words...

This means that he must be very nice to that woman named Morgan!

Joan of Arc suddenly became panicked.

She never expected that the brother who took such good care of her would have a woman he loved so deeply outside.

They even have children!

how so? !

What happened? !

Mordred did not notice that Joan of Arc was not quite right at the moment.

Because her attention was completely drawn to what Gareth had just said.

"Father's favorite woman?"

"That--"

"How much do you love me?"

Mordred was a little confused by what Gareth meant by "favorite".

Her understanding of her father came entirely from the description of her mother Morgan.

The new king of Britain always emphasized to his youngest daughter that her husband was a hero.

But she had never mentioned the fact that Gareth loved her as much as he did now.

No.

To be precise, he has never even touched upon love.

Morgan seemed to be touched by this in a different way deep in his heart.

Mordred had seen her more than once reveal a look of extreme regret after she had reasoned with him, as if she had committed an unforgivable sin.

"This one……"

Gareth looked at his sister who asked the question and suddenly came to his senses.

"That's right... When you were born, Xiao Mo, your father was already..."

When Gareth said this, there was a hint of sadness between his brows.

"Hmm...how should I put it?"

"Father really loves Mother."