My mother's love song

"Please let me stay in Master's room for the night..."

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Altria was lying on the bed, while Rhodes propped himself up with his arms and looked at the girl he was about to enjoy.

The Knight King's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her beautiful emerald eyes were filled with desire. As for her plump body wrapped in pure white pajamas, there was no need to say more.

Her plump breasts, which were still towering even after she lay down, rose and fell with the girl's breathing, and a warm and fragrant current slapped on Rhodes' face.

The scene on the bed was so erotic that it took Rhode a lot of effort to suppress the urge to kill her right there.

"Is it really possible for someone like me?" he asked.

"……Um."

Lancer, lying on his back, no longer showed weakness and did not avoid the gaze.

With her elegant appearance and regal demeanor, she nodded.

"I want the Master to be my first man. That's what I think now."

"...Is that so? I was wondering how I could cover up the fact that I'm a virgin if you attacked me."

Rhodes pinched her delicate chin, moved his face closer, and said lightly.

"That's a good idea, let me compliment you on that.

I accepted your first kiss... Caster."

In the face of Altria's astonishment, Rhodes kissed her red lips.

Chapter 096: The Witch, Coming from a Distant Time and Space

"Then let me receive your first kiss first...Caster."

The moment Lancer was called "Caster" by his Master, his expression was obviously shaken.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Before she could make any rebuttal, Rhodes leaned over and blocked all the girl's words of defense.

"Hmmm... hum."

With a playful expression, the boy hugged the plump body in his arms and began to enjoy her noble and gorgeous red lips.

The moment her lips were occupied, "Altoria" opened her eyes wide and her mind went blank.

The touch on the lips is so real, soft and warm but with a masculine toughness.

Rhodes' breath sprayed on her cheeks wantonly, and Rhodes' hands roamed freely on her delicate body.

It seemed as if the boy intended to pour all his male instincts and desires into her in this way.

All this made "Altria's" heartbeat speed up sharply.

Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared at the boy intently. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes as if she had given up resistance and accepted her fate.

Rhodes also closed his eyes.

The two who returned to darkness separated their teeth in tacit understanding.

Apparently, neither of them was satisfied with just the touch of their lips...

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About three minutes passed before the two people on the bed reluctantly parted their lips.

When Rhode opened his eyes again, the person lying under him was no longer the blond Lancer, but the silver-haired Caster.

She has a noble and enchanting beauty, paired with beautiful long hair as white as moonlight.

Under the robe that was too loose for Morgan was skin as white as jade and a sexy body that was slightly thinner than the Knight King.

The person who entered the room disguised as Altria was, as Rod had said, her sister Morgan.

Morgan, who had released the transformation technique, stretched out his soft hands and cupped the boy's cheeks, a dazed light flickering in his eyes.

"Really... I can't beat you, Master. You even saw through my last plot."

In a small version of the legend of the Knights of the Round Table in Earth history, the seductress Morgan once used magic to transform herself into the appearance of Princess Guinevere and sneaked into King Arthur's room to seduce the king.

The child they gave birth to was King Arthur's only son, Knight Mordred, who later destroyed the Kingdom of Britain.

Of course, in Type-Moon history, since Morgan and Arthur are both women, and the king and queen are not actually husband and wife, the birth process of Mordred is somewhat special.

"Hey... Tell me, Master..."

Morgan stroked the boy's cheek and asked faintly.

"How much do you know about the real me?"

"All."

"……Ah."

Morgan sighed helplessly.

Her expression showed loss, but more of joy.

Her moist pupils stared at the boy's face, motioning him to continue.

"The Servant I summoned in this Holy Grail War, Caster Morgan."

Rhodes looked down at her and spoke word by word.

"As King Uther's daughter, you hated being the king's sister and spent your life as an enemy of King Arthur.

The evil concubine Morgan kept sending assassins to King Arthur and took away the scabbard of the sword that protected the king.

You even schemed to create a rebellious son with the same power as the king, ultimately bringing destruction to King Arthur and the Kingdom of Britain.

After that, the Fairy Queen returned to Avalon with King Arthur's body and lived a secluded life. "

"……Um."

Morgan nodded without any feeling. These things were too far away for her.

"But none of these stories have anything to do with you now."

As Morgan sighed, Rhodes revealed the fact that she thought she had concealed perfectly.

"Princess Morgan of Britain, you who now appear before me... just turned 17 this year."

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“King Uther’s successor has been chosen, and this person is the next king.

When the new king, the incarnation of the Red Dragon, appears, he will gather the Knights of the Round Table, and the White Dragon will be defeated.

The king is still alive, and the proof will appear soon."

One afternoon, the court magician who guards Britain made such a prophecy.

The sage's words spread throughout the island in an instant, and the knights of the entire kingdom fell into madness, and naturally the words also reached the ears of the princess.

"Teacher Meili! What do you mean by that!?"

Standing in the deserted throne room, Morgan questioned his teacher hysterically.

"Am I not the King of Britain? Arthur is only 5 years old this year!"

"…Morgan."

Looking at her, Mary's haggard face showed a wavering expression for the first time.

The once noble and beautiful British princess now looks like a wild beast [Berserker] with disheveled hair.

She kept asking the female magician these questions in a tearful voice.

Why am I not the next king?

Why doesn't my father want to acknowledge me?

Why...I can't just save Britain.

Mary couldn't answer her question, and even the greatest sage couldn't give a reason that would convince the girl.

The female magician knows her apprentice better than anyone else.

Her talent, her hard work, her nobility, her sincerity.

"It's regrettable, but that was the decision of the late Majesty."

Mary couldn't even utter an excuse.

The sound of a young girl's sobs echoed in the luxurious and magnificent Camelot Palace.

"..."

Although Meili does not have eyes that can read the future, she has eyes that can see through the world.

The clairvoyant eyes watching Morgan saw clearly what was going to happen next.

Turning today's despair into the driving force of revenge, the pure and beautiful British princess will degenerate into a vengeful witch.

Morgan will definitely become King Arthur's greatest enemy in this life.

From Britain's perspective, Merry felt that she should be imprisoned while she was still young.

Ten years later, she would have grown stronger and would probably no longer be an enemy that he could suppress.

By that time, I would be the one imprisoned.

But Mary didn't intend to do anything to Morgan. On the one hand, she really couldn't do anything to her own student.

And the more important point is.

Just like Morgan did not kill Arthur, who was only 5 years old, but came to confront her face to face, Mary and Morgan, who are also hybrids of human and fantasy, have an innocent side in their hearts.

And this naive side is exactly the basis for Uther to conclude that Morgan is not fit to be king.

"Ahh...Morgan has the power of the island, it's really surprising.

She will surely become a better king than me.

I did hesitate for a moment, but

Fairies won’t do... Britain will need a more ruthless king in the future.

The innocent, sensitive and kind elf [Morgan] would never be able to lead Britain in war."

King Uther's words were still ringing in his ears.

"Dragon seed... The next King of Britain must have a strong dragon heart!

The spirit of remaining unmoved even when deserted by everyone is the quality that a British king should have! "

In this way, Uther decided to create an [ideal king] based on the highest fantasy species, the dragon species.

That is the origin of Morgan's sister, Arthur.

"……Well."

The pain woke Mary from her memories and she knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Really? It turned out like this."

Mary looked down at her abdomen, her white surgical gown stained crimson.

Morgan used magic to stab her, and the aura disappeared from Camelot's castle.

"The wound is so shallow... You are really naive, Morgan."