My mother's love song

"This...isn't caused by the Spear of Selection?

Hey...Woodworth, who hurt you like this?"

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A few days ago, on the banks of the River of Tears.

"Hu... huh!"

The seriously injured Woodworth lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"I, how could I die, how could I die...! Who do you think I am...! I am the descendant of Grand Duke Renik of Rey!

The hero who defeated the King of Morse in the Battle of Morse...! He was the pride of the clan who, together with His Majesty Morgan, had protected Britain for the longest time...!

I am like that, I am actually in such a boring battle! Ah, ah ah ah ah......! "

Blood continued to spurt out from the chest that was pierced by the holy spear, and Woodworth, who was out of magic power, was unable to stop the bleeding.

"Bastard Percival... just trying to be clever...!

And Redrabit, Aurora's bodyguard... that guy will be in the Round Table Army, which means... Aurora, no, it's impossible!"

"You should get more in return, Woodworth. You understand that since you serve her by her side, right?"

Aurora's voice rang in Woodworth's mind.

"In the past 200 years, Her Majesty Morgan has changed. She not only employs fairy knights, but also adopts creatures from who knows where as daughters, and even chooses foreign humans as partners.

I have always thought that you should be the queen’s partner... wouldn’t it seem that I am too pitiful for withdrawing...”

"Aurora... Is this true? You treat me... No, I thought you hated me..."

"How could that be? Why would I hate you? You are a brave man who has saved Britain from despair many times. You are also the most recent fairy of the original blood among the six clans.

No one would not admire you, but you have sworn allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen. If you get close to a woman like me, it will leave a blemish on your relationship with the Queen...

However, I have always believed that it is you who truly protects Britain.

There must be something wrong with Einsel's prediction.

The King of Britain is neither Her Majesty the Queen nor the Son of Prophecy.

Woodworth, I think only you are worthy of being our king.

Woodworth clenched his teeth as he remembered the gentle words Aurora had once said to him.

"No, no...! Only Aurora wouldn't do that...!

It was Redrabit himself who betrayed the clan. To be honest, he was an incomprehensible guy before! "

At this time, Woodworth seemed to remember something: "By the way, it's all the fault of that goblin!

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been pierced by the Holy Spear! Why could that little girl's spear pierce me...!"

"Ah, are you talking about me?"

A clear girl's voice came from behind.

"!!!"

Woodworth turned around in surprise: "You are... the one with Percival and the Child of Prophecy...!?"

"The name is Gareth."

The girl smiled and approached the dying goblin: "This is Gareth, the first knight of Lady Altria~"

"...?"

Woodworth’s eyes widened and he roared, “No… No, no, no! Why didn’t I notice it earlier!

You are not a goblin at all! What are you!? "

Hearing him say this, the smile on the girl's innocent face gradually froze.

"Oh my, you are indeed the purest A-ling in the Fairy Kingdom. You actually discovered her..."

"Gareth" hung her head in frustration, and raised her right hand to show the other party the sparkling ring on her index finger.

"This is the treasure owned by Gareth, a Knight of the Round Table in pan-human history. Isn't it beautiful?"

Transformation Ring.

According to legend, it was a mysterious ring given to Gareth by the noblewoman Lionesse.

This ring can not only change into various colors, but also change one's appearance.

It is said that it was very useful when concealing one's identity during jousting competitions.

“…Hehe, it’s really convenient!

Even the nightmare demon's eyes were hidden. It's worth the effort I put into collecting this holy relic!"

Then, the girl walked over to the dying goblin, looked down at him and sighed.

"Alas... it's no longer possible.

As for wolves, if they lose once, their fur will lose its luster and their heads will no longer be proud...

If you lose for the second time, you can no longer be called a wolf, you can only be called a loser dog.

Poor Yaling, let me use my surplus value for you."

The fingertips of Gareth were wrapped in red light, and the ominous aura even made the strongest warrior of the Fang Clan, who had experienced hundreds of battles, feel a chill.

"what are you up to"

"Nothing, I just want to borrow your noble heart."

"...?"

"This is the so-called forbidden technique that can only be used once in a lifetime... Anyone who uses this will have their soul rot without exception."

At this point, the girl smiled charmingly: “But don’t worry about me!

Because I... have already been rotten to the point where I can no longer rot."

Chapter 891 Morgan, I brought you an emerald crown~

Manchester, the reception room of the Lord's Mansion.

"Lady Artoria~~~"

"Gareth dear~~~"

The short-haired girl appeared from the door of the reception room and pounced towards this side like a swift wolf cub while calling out the name of the child of prophecy.

"..."

Seeing this, Rhodes quickly turned his body to the side, allowing Gareth to rush past him and throw Altria onto the sofa.

"Gareth is here! I missed you so much, Lady Altria~"

The young knight buried her face in Altria's arms, and the latter hugged her in return affectionately.

"Long time no see, dear Gareth... No, it can't be said that it's been a long time, right? We were together three days ago, right?"

"This is what they call 'One day without seeing you feels like three years'. This is a new sentence I learned, Lady Altria!"

"Oh, as expected of Mr. Gareth. He can say something quite cultured sometimes."

"What do you mean by occasionally? Occasionally! That's too much!" "Hehehe! I'm just kidding!"

Completely ignoring the fact that they were in the enemy's fairy knight territory, the Child of Prophecy and her knight attendant chatted happily as if they were elementary school friends who hadn't seen each other for the summer vacation.

"Really..."

Rhodes looked at the two of them, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Although I'm not asking you to be a stern and majestic king like the Lion King or Morgan, you don't have the airs of a king.

"Then we will take Altria."

Said Hector, who was sitting opposite.

In the afternoon, members of the Child of Prophecy team arrived in Manchester, ready to pick up Altria.

While talking to Rhodes, the Black Knight did not forget to look at Bagster.

Rod and Altria sat side by side on the same sofa, with the blond fairy knight standing behind him like a colossus.

Perhaps he was thinking about the relationship between Rhodes and Bagster. Even if he trusted her character, he would still feel a little uneasy being in the enemy's territory.

"Yeah, no problem."

Rhode hugged the little elf he had abducted tightly, nodded and said, "In exchange, I will take Habertlot."

"Hey! Stop it!"

Habemeow punched the boy in the chin, knocking him down.

"Who wants to go with you? I'm Altria's agent."

Afterwards, the three people who had reunited after a long separation drank black tea and chatted about some irrelevant small talk that had nothing to do with grand themes such as Britain, war, disasters, etc.

During this time, Altria and Gareth kept quarreling on the side, and finally they calmed down after being severely scolded by Bagster, who could no longer bear it.

Habertlot said apologetically, “Hector and I will discipline Altria from now on.

...Really, he's not usually like this, what happened today?"

"Of course, this is because you are seeing your lover after a long time. Lady Altria must be more excited than usual, right?"

"What…………!?"

Altria's face suddenly turned red.

"Gareth!!! How many times have I told you that Rod and I are not in that kind of relationship!!!"

The angry and shy roar of the Child of Prophecy echoed in the reception room.

"My friendship with Rhode is pure...! I only have gratitude and respect for him, and I definitely don't have any inappropriate or obscene thoughts!

At least until the end of the war! As for what happens after defeating Morgan...

By, by that time, I will naturally express my feelings... ah... gu."

The girl lowered her lovely flushed face in embarrassment and stole a glance at the boy next to her.

"Come on, Altria."

Rod stroked her hair gently and said.

"It's a shame to say this, Morgan, but I look forward to the bells ringing across Britain."

This sentence became the final farewell between Rhodes and Altria.

"Well, then it's almost time for us to set off."

The blond savior's tone suddenly became firm and he stood up from the sofa.

"Son of prophecy, we may be enemies next time we meet."

Bagster, who had been standing silently behind Rhodes, suddenly spoke.

Although it was cold, it was a farewell that suited her style.

"Um……"

Altria nodded solemnly: "Since you choose to continue to stand on Morgan's side, then I will defeat you fairly.

Bagster, the long-standing feud between us will come to an end when we meet on the battlefield next time."

"...?"

Bagster frowned slightly: Grudge? Have I ever had any grudge with her?

Altria clenched her fists: I will definitely make you apologize for saying I’m short!

After everyone said goodbye one by one, Rhodes also stood up from the sofa.

"I'll walk you to the door."