My mother's love song

Morgan explained to her the story between him and Rhodes, and invited Bawanshi to help him govern the country.

At that time, Morgan probably fantasized that after nearly two thousand years of his rule, the goblins had changed to some extent.

However, her last bit of innocence was ruthlessly shattered.

After Bawanshi was killed by her own subjects, Morgan made the decision to force her to change.

The Britain of Stranger Things is a disgusting world full of deception and betrayal.

Morgan's fairy kingdom is a cruel country that does not allow the weak to survive.

Bawanshi's nature is too pure. If she is not cruel and vicious, she will not be able to survive...

Rhodes didn't know whether Morgan's conclusion was correct.

But...if Bawanshi could feel happy now, Rhodes decided to follow his wife's advice.

"after all

I have not cared about the Fairy Kingdom for more than 2000 years, so I have no right to blame Morgan..."

Rhodes smiled and gently caressed the sleeping face of the girl.

He let his fingers slide across the delicate skin, down her cheek.

The boy's fingers passed over the delicate neck and collarbone, finally stopping at the plump and attractive chest.

Then, Rhodes pinched the neckline of the low-cut nightgown and pulled it up to cover the overly exposed skin and cleavage.

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"Have you heard about the apartment on 6th Street? The fairies living there haven't come back yet."

“Tristan-sama again?… You mean this, you don’t even let me breathe…”

"I feel uncomfortable when I see you guys smile" "I feel uncomfortable when I see you guys are silent"

Wouldn't it mean that she will be killed no matter what she does? Why did Your Majesty bring such a fairy with you?"

“Yeah, if that guy wasn’t here, Camelot would be a utopia.

Damn it... Who can punish that crazy little girl...

I envy Salisbury so much. If it were Lady Aurora, she would have put a goblin like that in jail long ago."

……

"Fairy Knight Tristan? Are you kidding? Who would respect a little girl like that?

Saying that she is the daughter or daughter of Her Majesty the Queen is stupid as hell.

She is the only one who keeps talking about this. Has His Majesty Morgan ever treated the little girl with gentle words?

She is just a country girl in a fancy dress, without any manners or character."

"Yeah, that's exactly right. What's this 'beloved daughter'? It's so speechless."

"The entire city of Cambridge was destroyed because of Tristan, right?

Her Majesty the Queen is getting old and confused, leaving such a poisonous moth alone. It is disturbing...

No, that's not my opinion, it's just what everyone says.

I can only pray that His Majesty will wake up soon. If she is not a fairy knight, such a little girl"

……

"Fairy knight or something... If she could be as powerful as Lord Lancelot and Lord Gawain, I could still tolerate it...

The girl's magic power is no different from that of a low-level fairy. If it weren't for Tristan's gift, her magic power would only be third-rate."

"...No, even if there is, it is only third-rate. If it weren't for your majesty's protection, it would be worse than us, the Queen's Knights."

"As the saying goes, the more incompetent a dog is, the more it barks.

If she wasn't the daughter of His Majesty, all the goblins in Camelot would have flocked to kill that noisy dog."

……

It's so noisy, so noisy, so noisy. Those guys are obviously the ones who are chattering non-stop.

No matter what those bastards say, I am the Queen's son.

After all, my mother gave me the magic costume, gave me clothes, and gave me a name.

And I was given a new Darlington that I could tinker with, destroy, and play with as I pleased.

Doesn't that mean I can "kill the goblins I don't like"?

Doesn't that mean I can "destroy the happiness that makes me unhappy"?

"Why."

However, things did not go as I wished.

My mother is unwilling to praise me.

"Why exactly?"

I am so serious, but I still don't know what my mother expects of me.

"Why are you always like this, Bawanshi!"

Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I'm sorry, Master Morgan! I'm sorry!

Next time I will be serious and I will kill more.

I am free [willful], elegant [cruel], cold [cute], the Red Man of Britain.

■■■, which is loved by everyone.

I will do as the heir to the Queen should.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry, this always happens to me.

I'm sorry, but I've been trying my best. Even though I don't understand, I'm still trying my best!

Ah, mother, mother

She chose me, a mother who is more gentle than anyone else.

……

Tristan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, opened his eyes because of the shivering coldness running through his body.

"…Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Hearing the familiar voice ringing in her ears, the girl subconsciously snuggled into the arms of the person who spoke.

Although Rhodes was surprised, he still caught her gently.

He let the girl curl up in his arms and soothed her trembling back with his hands.

About ten minutes passed like this, and Tristan finally came back to his senses from the nightmare.

"What...it's Rod. You're back."

The red-haired fairy stared at the black-haired boy sleepily and shook her head which was aching from the magic overload.

"I'm sorry, forget what happened just now, I lost my composure a little."

"What time is it? Help me up... I feel so tired, I have no strength at all... What on earth did I do last night...?"

Rhodes frowned and thought to himself: She looks like she hasn't woken up yet. Could she have waited for me until very late last night?

I clearly told her that I would be back the next morning.

Rhodes put his hands under Tristan's arms and carried her to the head of the bed and sat her down.

The Goblin Knight slumped down on the bed, looking around the hotel with sleepy eyes.

"Where is this place... where exactly am I...?"

As time goes by, memories are restored bit by bit.

Tristan suddenly let out a strange cry.

"……ah!!!!"

She suddenly lunged forward, lying on the bed and glaring at the boy: "Rod, you you you...you're back!?"

Rhodes nodded: "Well, I'm back."

"What about the rebellion in New Darlington?"

"It has been suppressed, my princess."

"You're not hurt?"

Tristan forcefully pulled Rod to his side and examined him carefully.

"Wow! What the hell is this? Why do you have such a big, ugly scar on your chest?

Phew, that's hilarious! Did the black dog's horn pierce your lung?"

Rhode held down the back of her hand that was obscenely touching her chest and abdominal muscles. "You'll recover once your magic power is full, but I don't know how long it will take...

Instead of that, why don't you ask me about the rebels' situation?"

Tristan forcefully pushed the boy's hand away and continued to touch him all over while speaking.

"You've killed them all anyway, right? Not a single one is left alive."

"I'm glad you know that."

Rhodes was a little surprised.

He was originally thinking about how he would explain to the Lord that he had massacred the entire New Darlington.

“…You’ll understand once you see it.”

Tristan turned his gaze away, and a delicate blush appeared on his fair cheeks.

"Rod was really angry last night, and was furious about my injury...

At that time I thought... ah, I'm dead, absolutely dead...

Everyone is dead, everyone will be killed by Rhodes..."

Hearing this, Rhode muttered in dissatisfaction, "Is that so? I thought I had managed my facial expressions well enough."

"........."

Tristan glanced at him, then silently leaned forward and fell into the boy's arms again.

With her cheek pressed against her chest and her arms wrapped around her waist, the red-haired fairy murmured in a small, trembling voice.

"Thank you, Rod..."

"Thank you for being angry for me..."

"Thank you, for a fairy like me..."

Rhodes hugged her soft body, held her tightly in his arms, and then said with a playful smile.

"Tristan is really frank today. Did you hit your head last night? Do you need me to heal you with magic?"

Tristan raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and glared at the other person fiercely.

Just when the boy thought he was going to be beaten again, or at worst scolded, and was feeling smug about it, the girl lowered her bright red eyelashes.

“I have heard from you before about the Great Magic Ritual of Panhuman History.

The Holy Grail War is a life-and-death battle between seven Masters and seven Servants.

Rod, you must have participated in such a ceremony, right? After all, you understand it so well, and your magic is better than mine.

When you participated in the Holy Grail War, what kind of Servant did you contract with?"

Rhode smiled mysteriously: "Yes, what kind of servant is it...