My mother's love song

If you understand, you and Tristan should be careful in the future and don't make me angry again."

"...As you command, Your Majesty."

As expected, her posture is obviously more lively than the Winter Queen's... Oops, this is so cute.

Rhodes thought secretly and held her soft and tender little hand tightly.

Afterwards, Jian explained to him the principle of how he became younger.

"…Personal time travel through spirit particle transfer?"

Ash nodded and said, "Yes, spirit particle transfer...isn't this what the observatory in pan-human history is called?

While absorbing the magical power of the Fantasy Tree, I decoded all the information inside it.

I learned about the existence of Chaldea, and tried to replicate its time travel technology."

Rhodes was shocked: "Hey? You developed a spirit particle computer?"

Ash asked curiously, "What is that? Does the transfer of spirit particles require the assistance of magic equipment?"

"........."

Rhodes was speechless.

Ash only knew the term "spirit transfer" and independently created the essence of Atlas Academy's 3,000 years of research, the spirit particle calculation device Trismegistus.

Technology that transcends

Frameless lepton transfer.

Admiring the genius of the British witch, Rhodes said, "You made your spirit go back more than 2000 years, right?"

Jian nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s what happened.

I still have all my memories so far, my soul has not undergone any qualitative changes, and I am aware of being the queen of the fairy kingdom.

But I [Morgan] have returned in spirit and body to the days when I traveled with you across the land of Britain."

"…What a convenient technology."

Hearing the boy’s praise, the blonde girl narrowed her eyes happily: “Does my husband want to learn it too?

I think... with Rod's magic talent, he can learn it in just one night, right?"

Let me teach you! Let me teach you! Ash's sparkling eyes seemed to be speaking.

“…No, I’m not really interested.”

"Hehe, you don't want to touch upon your dark history? You frivolous pick-up man!"

The girl smiled in a feigned anger and poked his waist with her finger: "How many girls have you made cry so far? Tell me the truth!"

Rhodes begged for mercy: "Alright, alright, I surrender, I surrender... Let's go, Ash."

It was almost noon, and they decided to find a place to eat and then enjoy their time together until night fell.

……

……

……

"Where on earth did Rhodes go?"

Tristan walked out of the door of the luxury hotel muttering gloomily.

Even though she is known as the most vicious fairy knight in Britain, she still has a girly side.

The next day after spending the whole night with his beloved boy, Tristan hoped that when he opened his eyes he could see that person's face as soon as possible, and then happily snuggle into his arms and act coquettishly.

However, when Tristan woke up today with muscle pain, there was no sign of Rod.

Not only that, but for unknown reasons, her entire upper body crawled under the bed, leaving only her lower body exposed.

Even so, her situation was much better than Britomart's.

The other Knight of the Round Table was still blindfolded, gagged, and lying on the bed with his hands and feet tied.

"Could it be that Rhodes has forgotten about Britomart's situation?

Forget it, it’s none of my business… Who made them leave me alone late last night and have such a big time.”

Tristan came to the most prosperous commercial street in Gloucester and decided to stroll around while her husband was away.

"【Spriggan & Caples】... It's time to change this sign, no matter what...

It's so unlucky for a department store to use two corpses as a sign, ahahahaha! Quickly change it to [Rod & Tristan]!"

The red-haired fairy stopped in front of the window displaying high heels and dresses and examined them with a serious expression.

"As expected of Rhodes... This season's new products are very tasteful. Let Britomart buy all of them tomorrow."

"Wow! These boots are so pretty, maybe I can wear them to a dance... but they're so expensive! Hey... hundreds of thousands... eight hundred thousand Morgan pounds!?"

A somewhat nostalgic and serene voice came from behind Tristan.

The Fairy Knight frowned slightly and looked back: "Tsk, can you be quiet... Child of Prophecy!?"

"...!"

The blonde girl who was called the child of prophecy also widened her eyes and called out her name: "Fairy Knight Tristan!?"

And so, the Son of Prophecy and the Queen's Son met by chance on the streets of Gloucester for the second time.

The situation suddenly became tense.

The main reason was that Altria was quite nervous. She was usually with her companions, and this was the first time she encountered the enemy while acting alone.

"What, what's wrong! Tristan! Want to fight? I won't lose this time!"

The girl turned up the volume to encourage herself, while reaching for her lower back.

Oh no... I left the Staff of Selection at the inn.

Staring at the embarrassed Altria, Tristan raised his eyebrows and said, "I say, can you not stop being so startled? Private fighting is prohibited in Gloucester, right?

You finally managed to get in under the pretext of attending the dance, do you want to be kicked out by Murrayne?"

"Um...I'm sorry."

Altria hung her head in frustration, and Tristan narrowed his eyes and observed her.

"You're not planning on wearing this to the Fairy Ball, are you?"

Tristan snorted coldly: "Unbelievable... I am ashamed of you."

"Of course not!"

Altria was still wearing the same outfit she had worn when she left Tintagel, with the hat Hector had made for her on her head.

During the two-month pilgrimage, the Son of Prophecy had fought countless times in this suit of clothes, and it had been patched up until it was extremely worn out.

When she was a child, Altria also dreamed of becoming a senior fairy who wore fancy clothes and attended various social dinners.

Although she has given up that dream now, she must dress decently tonight, even for the sake of the reputation of the Child of Prophecy and the ceremonial bell of the Wing Clan.

"My companions have prepared a beautiful new magic costume for me...just keep your eyes open and watch until tonight."

Altria looked proud, but Tristan disagreed.

"Huh...really? But weren't you just thinking about your boots for tonight?

Son of Prophecy, are you here to buy something?"

"……Well!"

Tristan's words hit the mark.

Because there is a very important fairy ball tonight, Altria left the inn and went shopping alone.

Although Hector and Habertlot thoughtfully prepared a gorgeous magic dress for her, she had to figure out how to get the boots herself.

After all, a pair of traveling boots that have been gnawed by caterpillars is no match for a fairy ball.

Tristan glanced at Altria, who looked embarrassed, and then walked towards the main entrance of the department store with his long red silk legs.

"follow me."

"……Um?"

Altria was stunned when she realized that the Fairy Knight was talking to her.

Tristan didn't even look at her, he turned his back to Altria and said, "How can a country goblin like you understand the aesthetics of shoes?

Humph, even though she is a fake witch who is not even close to the mainstream, she can still be considered my opponent.

If you make a fool of yourself at the dance, it will bring me down too."

why……

Obviously this guy is the son of prophecy who is irreconcilable with me...

The enemy who wanted to take my husband away from me and my mother...

However, I didn't really feel angry when facing her...

The red-haired fairy paused for a moment, then frowned slightly and said something viciously.

"Come over here, I'll pick out your boots for tonight's dance."

"…………"

Altria never thought that there would be a day when she would be invited by Tristan. She was so surprised that she was speechless.

After being stunned for a while, she hurriedly chased after him.

"Okay! Thank you for your help, Tristan!"

"Tsk, don't talk to me so casually... stop getting carried away."

Being scolded, Altria frowned and retorted, "How can I choose the products if I shut up?"

Tristan replied arrogantly: "There is no need to exchange opinions. You just need to obey my orders and try on the boots I choose...

Son of Prophecy, you don't think you can challenge my authority over shoes, do you? "

Altria felt that there was some truth in what he said, so she stopped arguing. She suddenly remembered something and looked around excitedly beside Tristan.

The Fairy Knight frowned and said unhappily, "What are you looking at... You look like a country fairy coming to the city for the first time. It's so embarrassing."

"By the way...where's Rhodes?"

Altria had actually been very excited these past two days, because she thought about being able to reunite with her princess [Master] in Gloucester.

"Why don't I see Rod? Tristan, aren't you inseparable every day?"

Tristan brushed his red curly hair off his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Who knows, maybe he was seduced by some country slut who came from nowhere and couldn't walk anymore."

"Hey……"

Chapter 883 Morgan: You are too young to compete with your mother/sister for a man~

Altria once again recognized Tristan's fanatical obsession with high heels.

Within an hour, she changed more than thirty pairs of shoes under the command of the Fairy Knight.

Just when the Son of Prophecy was about to muster up the courage to complain that his heels were about to form blisters, Tristan finally stopped choosing. He found a pair of shoes that Altria also liked very much.

"Ha! Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll pay for the shoes."

"Hey? How can I be so embarrassed to do this!"

Although she said this, Altria, holding the new shoes, felt secretly delighted, and quietly hid behind Tristan as she went to the cashier counter.

The fairy clerk put the bill in Tristan's name and the girls left the department store.

"~~~"

Altria hummed a little tune and stepped into the streets of Gloucester in her brand new boots.

Huhu... I always feel like everyone is staring at my feet? Is it an illusion?

"You're an idiot, of course it's an illusion."

Although Tristan scolded her unhappily, Altria was still very happy.