My mother's love song

"Ah."

Just by hugging her tightly, Rhodes felt a strong sense of guilt.

It was as if what he was about to do was to destroy a rare and precious piece of heritage art.

But

The instinctive urge to possess her was stronger than the guilt.

"...Woo!"

Morgan's brows were slightly frowned, and she groaned as her body convulsed.

The Fairy Queen took off her black veil. Her innocent face was distorted by happiness and pain, and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

"So happy...Rod, kiss me..."

In response to the pleading whisper, the boy greedily sucked away the queen's hot tears, and then carefully let himself go deeper into them little by little...

I don't know how much time passed, but the chaos in the room gradually subsided.

Morgan accepted everything from Rod.

Fully satisfied, she finally loosened her legs that were tightly clasped around the boy's waist.

Lying on the bed, the exhausted man and woman leaned their heads against each other, savoring the wonderful afterglow of fulfillment.

They adjusted their breathing and looked at each other affectionately. Their lips overlapped again involuntarily, and then began the second round of passionate love.

After the happy time was completely over, the dominant power was transferred from the boy who had always been in control to the queen.

Morgan held Rod in his arms and gently stroked the back of his head.

They leaned against each other, their tired bodies cuddled together, and took a short nap.

When Rhodes opened his eyes again, it was already before dawn.

The sky outside the window gradually turns white, and the island of dusk is about to usher in dawn.

Realizing something, Rhodes tilted his head and looked at the pillow.

Morgan sat naked on the edge of the bed, with her back to him as she tied her gorgeous silver hair into a ponytail.

On the Winter Queen's snow-white back and long arms, one could clearly see the seductive marks left by Rhodes's teeth and fingers.

It was as if a flawless work of art had been tarnished by himself, and the boy's heart, which had finally calmed down, was rekindled with passion.

Rhodes swallowed his saliva: "...Morgan?"

"Hmm? Sorry, did I wake you, Wufu."

Morgan looked back at the boy and answered the confusion on his face: "I should almost go to work.

It's nothing, just dealing with some trivial matters.

Please take a good rest here...Besides, you had a hard time last night."

When she talked about the hard work, a bright blush appeared on her face.

Morgan reached out his hand to Rhodes who was trying to get up, held his face, and kissed him.

Morgan whispered after the lips touched, which was not full of lust but just expressed intimacy.

"I'll be back before breakfast. Wait, um...

If you're interested... I'll go get Tristan as well."

"…………!"

Rhodes began to waver violently.

Although the Queen's proposal was full of charm and any man would probably not be able to refuse it, he still said it with a sad face.

"No... I want to spend this morning leisurely with Morgan.

If Tristan were here, it would surely be a particularly noisy morning, right?

I think it will shorten your life, so I don’t want to do it.”

Looking at the boy who pretended to be nonchalant, Morgan covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Hehe...it's okay if you don't force yourself, okay?

You are the king of me and Tristan, just follow your heart and ask me for what you want, don't worry about my opinion."

"Hmm, let me think about it..."

Hearing her say this, Rhodes became even more shaken, but found Morgan staring at him with a smirk on his face.

"Alright! I'll spend this morning with Morgan alone! It's decided!"

"Ok, I see."

Morgan left the bed, and then a dark royal robe woven with magic power appeared on her body.

"Then I'll leave for a while.

My husband, please take a good rest here and recharge your batteries...

When I come back, will you continue to love me?"

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There was still an hour before dawn, and all of Britain, whether it was fairies or disasters, had fallen into a deep sleep.

At this time, a carriage was running across the ancient land under the stars and the moon.

Altria took a carriage and rushed from Edinburgh to Oxford overnight.

Just yesterday, the Son of Prophecy reached an alliance agreement with the King's Clan on behalf of the Round Table Army and the rebels.

Not only that, she also defeated Noknalei in a competition called the Mab Competition, thereby gaining command of the coalition forces.

Since they met at the Gloucester Fairy Ball five years ago, the first stage of the competition between Altria and Noknarae has been decided.

Although neither of them verbally acknowledged the other, the Son of Prophecy and the Queen of the North regarded each other as their friend and rival.

Then, before Altria had a chance to catch her breath, Oberon contacted her.

"The Round Table Army has suppressed Oxford and is ready to ring the bell. I hope you can arrive as soon as possible, before the Queen's Army."

While the Son of Prophecy was on a pilgrimage in northern Britain, Percival led his army to defeat the Clan of the Tooth and occupied the Bell Hall in Oxford.

Upon learning of this, Artoria and the others immediately said goodbye to Noknaree, made an agreement to "see each other again on the battlefield next time", and rushed south in Redra Bit's carriage overnight.

After a night of galloping by the fairy horses, and thanks to the latest model of carriage, Altria arrived in Oxford in the early morning.

"We're back, Auberon!"

The blond child of prophecy jumped off the carriage and greeted the silver-haired man standing in front of the city gate.

"Not bad, not bad. With this spirit, it seems that there will be no problem. Welcome back. Everyone has become more reliable."

Gareth waved to the knight beside Auberon, "Long time no see, Master!"

Not only Auberon, but also Percival was there.

"I'm so glad that everyone is safe. Thank you for your hard work on the Orkney expedition."

"It took only a few days to capture a city with such a fortification."

The young knight looked at the walls of Oxford and sighed, "As expected of Master Percival, he has easily accomplished what we cannot do. He is so admirable and worthy of respect!"

The head of the Round Table shook his head modestly: “No, this is all thanks to Altria.

After besieging the city, our several requests for negotiation were rejected and we entered a stalemate.

At that moment the bells of Orkney were heard, and the Round Table was in high spirits as the fourth bell rang, and Oxford also began to waver.

Faced with internal and external difficulties, the Fang Clan defending the city finally agreed to the Round Table's call for surrender.

Of course, they also accepted another additional agreement as a condition of surrender: the Clan of the Fang would be taken in by Gloucester of Murion.

They were still not sure at this time as they were fantasizing about becoming the best in Gloucester.

The Fang Clan will be forever wiped out from the history of the Fairy Kingdom tomorrow.

"Well, it's almost time for us to go ring the bell."

Although Artoria couldn't wait to ring the fifth bell, but...

"Wait, you have dark circles under your eyes? Could it be because you haven't slept since the duel with Noknare?"

Auberon said to her: "Rest a little, and then go and ring the fifth bell.

Don't worry, there's still plenty of time. Camelot didn't make any moves last night."

"Yeah, I see... so it's true that I haven't slept for thirty hours."

After a moment's thought, the Son of Prophecy decided to take a shower and catch up on some sleep before going to the bell hall.

Altria remembered that Rhodes once told her that people in pan-human history would bathe and purify themselves before doing important things.

Everyone came to the hotel temporarily requisitioned by the Round Table Army.

"Gareth, let's go take a bath together! I'll wash your back!"

Altria took the hand of the attendant girl, but Gareth very rarely refused her invitation.

"Lady Altria, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do in Oxford. You should wash by yourself today."

"Hey~~~ Why is this happening? What's going on?"

The Son of Prophecy frowned suspiciously: "I say... are you trying to hide from me that you want to go to the restaurant to meet Dakui Duoxi?

It's not good to sneak away, sneak away! Didn't we agree to have a big meal together in Oxford? "

"No, I'm not as greedy as Lady Altria!"

Hearing this, the Son of Prophecy blushed and retorted: "What? You can obviously eat a lot, right?

Didn't you keep talking in the carriage last night?"

"Wow... I'm hungry. Okay! Altria, go take a shower and take a nap first!"

"I know, I know."

Altria took her change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom of the inn.

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Oxford, the basement beneath the Bell Hall.

Oberon held his chin with one hand, looking solemnly at the books and documents on the history of the Elf Kingdom that covered the table.

At this moment, a vigorous and frivolous voice came from the direction of Mankou.

"Ahaha~ Since you're in Edinburgh, at least say hello to me before you leave, bug."

The person who walked into the room was the young girl knight, Gareth, who had always been with Altria.

Her face was filled with a look that was completely different from usual, a cute yet seductive aura.

Seeing Gareth, Oberon showed the same hypocritical smile as Gareth: "Shouldn't you be staying with Altria? Why are you here? Go back now."

Gareth kept smiling and walked around the basement with his hands behind his back.

"Don't say that, although I also want to stay with Altria-chan forever.

Well, if possible, it would be best if I could stare at her for 30 hours a day. Wow, just thinking about it makes me feel great, but

Pretending to be an innocent girl all the time is really a waste of MP... At least let me take a break."

Gareth said this and took off the ring on his index finger.

The Noble Phantasm of Gareth, a Knight of the Round Table from pan-human history, the [Transformation Ring] can easily change a person's appearance.

It was with its help that Gareth was able to conceal his true identity and follow Altria.

[Transformation Ring] can confuse most objects, but there are exceptions.