My mother's love song

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The woman sitting on the throne exuded an overwhelming presence.

Morgan spoke without any ripples on the beautiful face behind the black veil.

"It doesn't matter what happens with the rebellion in New Darlington, it doesn't matter even if all the goblins there die.

Knight Meltik, you probably have something more important to report."

“Whatever, it’s fine… Yes, I understand.”

The clerk hesitated for a moment, then continued to report.

“It has just been confirmed that the Son of Prophecy has rung the Norwich Pilgrimage Bell.

Lord Spriggan said that he had tried his best, but he was alone and helpless and could not stop the atrocities of the Child of Prophecy and the Round Table.

The bell of the Earth Clan has been rung."

"........."

The goblins gathered before the throne shouted loudly this time.

"The Child of Prophecy actually intends to become the enemy of Camelot!"

"Sure enough, they should have been caught and killed at that time!"

"Spligan or Tristan! They are all a bunch of useless trash!"

"Silence, silence. All 30 ambassadors and 1000 officials present here, please be silent.

This is the decree of His Majesty Morgan, and this is the true words of His Majesty Morgan."

All the fairies looked at the queen. Her expression remained calm, but her tone had changed significantly.

"The pilgrimage bell has been rung.

Go tell all lords, all goblins. From now on, the children of prophecy will not be recognized as my subjects.

The Child of Prophecy is a foreign enemy hated by the Fairy Kingdom, and her companions are no longer our kind.

In my fairy kingdom, enemies love to be defeated and destroyed.

No forgiveness needs to be granted.

I ordered Lord Oxford, Woodworth, to attack Londinium.

As for the crime of allowing Norwich to be captured, the conviction will be based on the results of this battle.

Remember, this land of Britain will no longer welcome the Son of Prophecy."

Queen Morgan's announcement sent shivers down the fairies' backs.

Unlike before, the beautiful voice was full of majesty and pressure.

It was as if the heart was being tightly gripped and it was suffocating. The wrath of the Queen who had ruled Britain for two thousand years plunged the royal city into a severe winter.

“Ohhhhhh, the Queen’s judgment! The evil child of prophecy is doomed now…!”

"War! War is about to begin! Great, now there's something to watch! It's been so boring in the past hundred years!"

"I can still hear the voices of the dying goblins! Thank you, Son of Prophecy! Thank you, Army of the Round Table! Thank you for starting the fight!"

After all the nobles gathered under the throne left, the queen stood up with the scepter in her hand.

"...Humph, it looks like the preparations for war are complete, so I'll go back to my residence first.

But even after 2000 years, the nature of fairies has not changed at all, as they are easily bored and quickly addicted to blood. "

In the hall where the fairies left, the sound of high heels tapping on the ground suddenly could be heard.

"You are acting so serious again... Your Majesty Morgan must be very worried about the situation in New Darlington."

The pure white court magician emerged from the shadows with a beautiful smile.

"What happened to Rod and Tristan? Are they okay? Are they injured?

...Your Majesty is actually thinking about these things right now, and you are so nervous that you can't sit still, right?"

Morgan's response, however, was muted.

“This is just your delusion.

I have no interest in what happens in the city without a bell church [New Darlington], and neither of them is important enough to worry me."

"Even so... His Majesty Morgan is actually thinking that if Rhode is here, there should be no problem, right? I don't need to worry about it, right?

Oh, but...will Tristan cause trouble for Rhodes again?

What if Rhode starts to dislike Tristan? "

"..."

Every word the nightmare spat out was filled with malice and hit the spot accurately, casting a gloomy shadow on the queen's majestic beauty.

Ms. Avalon stopped giggling, and her expression and atmosphere became serious.

"I think it would be better for Your Majesty to be more frank."

The Flower Magician showed the attitude of a person who had experienced this, and gave a rare and well-intentioned warning.

“You should express your true thoughts.

Although there may be conflicts at first, since they respect each other, they can always be resolved through communication and compromise.

Yes, communication is the virtue of all intelligent beings!

After all, you don't want to repeat the mistakes of the [Fairy Concubine] in pan-human history... and become enemies with your important relatives, right?"

"If necessary, I don't mind becoming enemies with those two people, Rhodes and Tristan."

Leaving these words coldly, the Queen of Winter waved her sleeves and left.

……

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……

The girl heard the bell again.

Although I was still asleep, I could still hear the bell ringing all the time.

Altria, who rang the pilgrimage bell, received warm praise from everyone last night.

Become powerful.

Became very powerful.

It became as strong as one of Morgan's fingers.

Everyone saw the acquisition of power, but only Altria herself realized the cruelty and heaviness of the mission.

She dreamed of an alternative Britain called Panhuman History.

She is neither a magician nor a fairy. She is the offspring of a human and a dragon. She is an excellent girl who is completely different from other girls.

Altria Pendragon.

He was an ideal king who unified all the princes on the island, protected Britain from foreign races, and built the chalk city of Camelot.

Trusted by everyone, loved by everyone, more upright than anyone else, more brilliant than anyone else.

Together with the twelve Knights of the Round Table and countless cavalry units, she used the holy sword in her hand to build many future kings.

Her excellence made Altria feel dazed.

Her misery filled Altria with despair.

I am unwilling to believe and admit what I cannot do.

Because there are no similarities, no place to escape to, no one who understands, and no way to find a partner.

There is no reward, no end, no rest, and no forgiveness for just one failure.

How cruel must the king be in order to be forgiven by everyone?

"........."

When the Child of Prophecy opened his eyes and looked out the carriage window, the sun had already risen.

I had an incredible dream...

Artoria thought with lingering fear, it was because I rang the pilgrimage bell that I dreamed of such a life.

"Wow~ It's dawn! We'll be back in Londinium soon! It's great to have such an easy journey home!"

The Son of Prophecy stretched himself lazily and lengthened his voice in a relaxed manner.

"Altria, don't get carried away just because you've become powerful. Even though you've become very strong, you're still not as strong as one of Morgan's fingers."

The Child of Prophecy puffed up his cheeks cutely: "Hey! Yesterday, Habertlot said, "You're amazing! Now you're equivalent to one of Morgan's fingers!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The people around laughed happily, and Altria also smiled along.

The rickety carriage drove all the way to Londinium, and the people who had just experienced a fierce battle were leisurely killing time in the carriage.

Recently, whenever Altria has some free time, she would think, "What is Rod doing now...?"

After having the dream about King Arthur just now, the girl's longing for him became particularly strong.

I know I shouldn't do this, and I know I can't be weak, but I can't help thinking about him.

Is he still being publicly insulted by the Queen in Camelot?

Has he now returned to New Darlington and continues to be used as a slave by Tristan?

"........."

The girl tightly grasped the gift dress that Rhodes had left for her in her palm, and a determined light flashed in her emerald eyes.

Wait for me, Rod...I will become even stronger!

Then, one day, I will definitely save you from the evil and lustful queen and princess!

After returning to Londinium, what awaits Altria will be a formal battle with the Queen's Army and the news of the fall of New Darlington.

The Paradise Fairies still have a long way to go in their growth.

Girls nowadays don’t even know

The pilgrimage, ringing the bells of the six clans, such a difficult trial, her nemesis

Queen Morgan has repeated this countless times in the three thousand years of fairy calendar.

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……

One hundred kilometers away from the ruined New Darlington, in a high-end hotel in Gloucester, a neutral zone.

The dim sunlight was blocked by the curtains, and the girl was sleeping peacefully in the luxurious suite.

The blood-red curly hair fell to her waist, like a combed rose.

The pale skin has a morbid beauty, and combined with the girl's flawless beauty, it is easy to remind people of an exquisite Western doll.

Unlike her innocent and childish appearance, her 170cm tall body exudes a mature charm that can captivate men.

The plump and curvy body is wrapped in a lace nightgown, revealing a sensational and seductive style.

"Really? You're only so quiet and lovable when you're asleep... You've fooled me so badly."

Rhodes walked across the corridor of the room, sat down on the edge of the bed where the girl was lying on her side, and reached out to touch Tristan's cheek.

Staring at the face of the Queen's child, he called out her true name, which had been hidden by her mother.

"■■■, I'm sorry... I should have recognized you earlier."

Rhodes already knew everything that happened to Bawanshi while he was away from the Fairy Kingdom.

I also learned the reason why Morgan trained Bavanshi to become the cruel and tyrannical Princess [Tristan].

Bavanshi should have been sent to Queen Morgan in the year 19xx of the Queen's Calendar by the Fairy Queen using water mirror magic.