My mother's love song

After Rhodes went to the front, Britomart followed his arrangement and came to Norwich to accompany Tristan who was under house arrest.

"Huh? Who told you to come? No way!"

Although Tristan said this, he did not drive Britomart away.

"What? Rod taught you how to use a spear? He also taught you the trick to releasing magic power...?"

"What is this? Showing off? Tsk... don't get carried away, Panhuman History!"

"I say, you don't think you can be compared with me in that person's heart, do you!?"

"You didn't think so? Rod kept praising me in front of you? F-fiancée or something, um...!"

"Hmph... hmph, you are at least self-aware. I suddenly want to eat chiffon cake... run errands for me."

In short, Tristan acquiesced to Britomart staying with him.

"What's the matter, Britomart?"

"Senior Tristan, I just received news from the front line... Lord Woodworth's army was defeated by the Son of Prophecy and the Round Table in Londinium."

"Is this true...that bastard actually lost."

Tristan smacked his lips in surprise.

She was not puzzled by Woodworth's defeat, but was puzzled by Altria's victory.

That trash-like Son of Prophecy has become so strong in just one month?

Britomart lowered his head, his upright face showing uneasiness.

“Lord Woodworth’s life or death is unknown, and 20% of the Fang Clan’s soldiers surrendered and became prisoners of the Round Table.

The rest fled back to Oxford, but without the clan leader, they were no longer able to act as an army.

Not only that, because of the mistake he made in letting the Child of Prophecy escape in the Autumn Forest the day before, Senior Gawain was also ordered by Her Majesty Morgan to return to her territory to reflect on himself.

In this way, the defensive barrier between Londinium and Camelot is completely gone."

"so?"

Tristan interrupted her impatiently.

"I say, you don't think Mother will lose to the Child of Prophecy, do you?"

"Of course not. I know very well how powerful His Majesty Morgan is. But..."

Britomart was nervous about whether the Round Table would join forces with the Queen of the North to attack Camelot next, but Tristan snorted disdainfully.

"Don't worry, it's annoying! It's not your turn to worry about Mother."

Tristan looked out the window at the sky and said with a bored look on his face.

“Let’s not talk about my mother for now… As long as Rhodes is here, Camelot will never fall.

Rhodes' strength is not even on the same level as those rubbish.

The reason why the Son of Prophecy can show off his power is simply because he is "allowed to do so."

Then, the girl recalled the night when New Darlington was destroyed, and continued half-talking to herself:

"That's right. When Rhode gets serious, he will definitely kill all the rebels for me and my mother...

This of course includes the Son of Prophecy..."

After hearing these words, Britomart felt a little relieved.

That's right. Although he had only learned a few skills from Rhodes, Britomart could feel that he was different from all the heroes he had met in pan-human history so far.

It is no exaggeration to say that we can win even if we go against the entire world.

"what……"

At this moment, Britomart suddenly thought of it.

Who will win the final victory between Her Majesty the Queen and the Son of Prophecy depends entirely on who Rhode stands by...

Uh, is this the reason why His Majesty Morgan is trying to win over Lord Rhodes?

Britomart had no idea what the truth was.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that Tristan was staring at her intently.

From top to bottom, he observed himself as if he were inspecting a commodity.

The silver-haired fairy, feeling uncomfortable for some reason, asked, "What's wrong?"

"How far have you and Rhodes progressed? Have you slept with each other?"

After hearing this, Britomart's expression froze for a long time before he opened his mouth.

"Um...are you talking to me, Senior Tristan?"

"There's no one else here except you, right?"

"!!!"

Britomart's cheeks flushed bright red.

She coughed hard, holding down her heaving breasts, and looked very embarrassed.

"T-That...! Senior Tristan, I think you misunderstood. Lord Rhodes and I are not in that kind of relationship!

Yes, it is true... Lord Rhodes is very friendly to me, but I think it is because I am a subordinate of His Majesty Morgan and a junior of the predecessors... that's why he is like this!

I swear on the name of my mother [Brittomart I] that the relationship between Lord Rhodes and I is definitely not what you imagine..."

"What? You haven't had sex yet...you useless virgin seductress."

Her Royal Highness, who had just lost her virginity a week ago, lifted her beautiful chin and looked at Britomart with a victorious expression.

“It’s useless…!?”

"Useless trash, garbage, shame on the Fairy Knights. Trash~ stinky trash~"

"........."

Britomart was given a rather unintelligent rebuke.

Having said that, she didn't feel particularly hurt because she couldn't sense any malice in Tristan's scolding.

"So, you are interested in that guy." Tristan suddenly asked, "Do you like Rhodes?"

"Why……?"

Britomart froze.

"Humph."

Tristan did not wait for Britomart to refute and continued, "Don't treat me like a fool. I can see that you...

How dare you covet my and my mother's husband."

During the few days she had spent with Britomart, she had already vaguely sensed something from the attitude he showed when talking about Rhodes.

This woman... is definitely interested in Rhodes!

If I think about it carefully, they were talking and laughing behind my back in my lord's mansion before...

Do you like Rod?

The moment he was asked this question, Britomart's mind suddenly went blank.

The young man's voice, appearance and smile seemed to flash through her mind, causing the Fairy Knight to completely stop thinking.

A feeling that has never existed since birth quietly blossomed in the girl's heart

The conclusion is obvious.

I like Lord Rhodes.

It goes without saying that he was both powerful and handsome, and Britomart could sense that he was treating her well.

A girl who has dreamed of becoming a fairy knight like her mother since she was young. She is the only one who cares about and helps others.

Since meeting him, the girl received sincere care from the opposite sex for the first time.

Unconsciously, when he was free, Britomart would secretly think about that person...

"Woo!"

The silver-haired beauty in men's clothing pursed her lips and defended herself, "No...it's not like that.

The feeling I have towards Lord Rhodes is admiration, which is somewhat similar to what my senior imagined, but not exactly the same.

After all, Lord Rhodes is the husband of His Majesty Morgan. As the Queen's knight, how can I have unrealistic fantasies about him...

To become Lord Rhodes’ wife, for someone like me… is really beyond my capabilities…”

Tristan snorted coldly and interrupted her, "Who wants you to be Rhodes' wife? Don't be so self-indulgent."

"I'm sorry." Britomart hung his head a little frustrated.

"Well, although you are not qualified to be Rhode's wife, but..."

Tristan raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, and turned his gaze to Britomart again, muttering to himself.

“Although she is not as good-looking as me, she is indeed pretty if you look closely, and she is still a virgin.

Tsk... She's obviously a knight, but she has such a conspicuous pair of breasts, and they always shake them in an obscene manner during battle.

Besides, he is shorter than me, but his legs are as long as mine. What’s going on? It’s really annoying… But he is much thicker than me, so I still win.”

“Well, Gawain is too innocent, so that’s not possible.

Lancelot has been very close to Aurora recently, he should die quickly.

OK, it's decided to be you."

"..."

There seemed to be something wrong with the way the princess stared at him, and Britomart felt a little chilly.

She subconsciously hugged her chest, squeezed her legs together, and asked nervously, "What, what's wrong, Senior Tristan?"

Tristan said this to her in a calm tone, as if inviting the girl to afternoon tea.

"You will come with me to the bed to serve Rod tonight."

Britomart's brain suddenly exploded with a buzzing sound, and his cheeks felt as if they were burning.

Although Tristan had always been promiscuous, this time he was really out of line and she couldn't help but scream.

"Hey! Why is that? What are you...what are you talking about all of a sudden?"

Facing the overly innocent fairy girl, Tristan put his fingers on his chin and showed a beautiful, seductive and lewd smile.

"I heard it from Rod.

In pan-human history, it is normal for a human to have hundreds of wives."

"What……?"

Tristan looked like an expert on pan-human history and said proudly, "For the humans over there, sexual desire and love are calculated separately.

Just like having two stomachs for main meals and snacks respectively...a wife can also be divided into [a beloved partner] and [an object for venting desires and producing offspring].

Ahahahahahahahahaha! Humans really are a bunch of hopeless garbage.

Besides, I think you should understand without me pointing it out... to that person, I am naturally the former."

"How is that possible! Pan-human history doesn't do that! Everyone adheres to the noble institution called monogamy!"

Britomart was stunned: Lord Rhodes, what exactly did you instill in Senior Tristan...?

"Aha?"

Tristan suddenly looked angry and glared at Britomart with a frown: "You mean Rod cheated on me?"

"Uh, no..."

Overwhelmed by the surging aura emanating from Tristan's body, Britomart instinctively took a half step back.

"Well, well... maybe there really is such an example in pan-human history... hundreds of wives or something, haha."

"That's right, how could Rhodes lie to me?"

Tristan crossed his arms over his chest with a satisfied and happy expression.