My mother's love song

He looked at the goddess who had narrowed her eyes from the beginning and asked softly, "Is there anything to be happy about?"

"Ha ha……"

The Lion King stroked his flat belly, with an expression of anticipation and shyness on his face, and replied faintly.

"I was wondering...what kind of child Rhodes and I would have."

Ah...this.

Rhodes was speechless for a moment.

We won't have children from what we're doing. Doesn't Altria even know this?

After all, you are still pure now, right?

If you can get pregnant in this way, then you would be just like the Virgin Mary.

Although he was somewhat surprised that she didn't even have this kind of common sense in junior high school, Rhode, who was immersed in happiness, didn't think about it too much.

Hehe...my Altria is so adorable.

Rhodes was looking forward to her cute reaction after she knew the truth.

He would be so embarrassed that his face would turn red and he would wave his hands around.

Rod lovingly placed his hand on the back of the Lion King's hand on his abdomen and responded softly, "Yes, what kind of child will it be..."

Rhodes disagreed with the Lion King's words.

But does she really not even have this level of physiological common sense?

The answer is no. The original work says: "Even I know how to please a man."

The Lion Queen naturally understood this common sense, but she also firmly believed that her and Rhodes' child would be born in the near future.

Rhodes' idea was not wrong. Humans could not give birth to children through this method.

But he forgot the most important point: the Lion King Goddess Rongominiad had long since left the human category.

She is a human being who took on the flesh of a heroic spirit, and then merged with the Tower at the End of the World [Rongomyniad] to become a celestial spirit.

As the Great Goddess, the Lion King does not need to follow human laws and completely ignores the planet's life system.

The process of obtaining the Rhodes Factor did not require the "universal method of humans". When she took it, she had already obtained all of Rhodes's

In the darkness, the Lion King and his beloved boy held hands, and a delicate blush appeared on his beautiful face.

“…Hmm.”

She parted her rosy lips and let out a faint sigh of happiness.

The Lion King could clearly feel that the two genes had already combined in her body...

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Deep in the mountains where the Saracens gathered.

After the army of the Knights of Justice entered the West Village, it was instantly surrounded by blazing flames.

The Crimson Knight leading the Disciplined Troops stood in the night, his figure as terrifying as a ghost.

The Kingslayer Sword in Mordred's hand was wrapped in red thunder, cutting through the cold night air and ruthlessly reaping the lives of the assassins who rushed towards her one after another.

"Hey, hey, just go die! One after another, it's so annoying, you guys!"

Standing not far away and confronting her was a woman with a fit figure and dark skin.

It was Hassan, the old man from the mountains who was in charge of the village.

The assassin currently fighting with Mordred and the Knights of Justice is also Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

Zabaniya is a treasure formed based on her multiple personalities in her previous life.

When Hassan the Hundred Faces was alive, there were 80 souls existing in her body at the same time.

Every soul has its own independent self and specialties. Even Ryougi Shiki, Morgan, and Rafe only have three personalities.

Making the most of her 80 personalities, she was able to perform the assassin's job perfectly, and was eventually chosen as the last Old Man of the Mountain to serve in the Assassination Cult.

After becoming a Servant, her multiple personalities were sublimated into Noble Phantasms, turning into abilities similar to clones.

However, since this is an act of dividing oneself, the total amount of capacity remains unchanged regardless of the amount added.

The more divisions there are, the lower the ability of each individual becomes. Only the inherent skill [Breath Blocking] is not affected.

So the greatest value of Hassan the Hundred Faces is actually espionage, not combat.

Today, Hassan the Hundred Faces is being chopped down by waves of invaders.

She bit her lip and asked sternly, "How the hell did you know the location of this village...! There shouldn't be any flaws in our concealment...!"

"Ah? I don't know. This kind of thing depends on intuition, intuition."

Mordred cut down the last assassin who approached her and leisurely put the sword on her shoulder.

"I just thought this place was dark and narrow, like a place where a stray dog ​​would live, so I fired a shot with the holy sword and found out, 'I won!' That's all.

However, even though I won the lottery, it wasn't the grand prize. The rebel who escaped from Lancelot... I was planning to take the credit from him, but I didn't expect to draw such a bad lot.

If I just kill all the people in this shabby village, I might even be scolded by my father, not to mention being praised."

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Hassan the Hundred Faces clenched the dagger in his hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about... What do you think of human life? Have you, the Knights of the Round Table, gone mad? Have you lost your faith in God?"

"Ah~ I'm so annoyed. I actually think it's abnormal for you to disobey your father."

Mordred pouted impatiently.

If Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Mordred now, they would not believe their eyes.

The kind and enthusiastic Knight of the Round Table in the fourth singularity is now like a beast thirsty for blood.

Now she has received the Lion King's [Gift] of [Rampage], and once she enters a battle, she will be as ruthless as a berserker.

"Alright...die, Assassin!"

Mordred roared and jumped up, using the explosive power of magic to fly towards Hassan the Hundred Faces like a cannonball.

"Well!"

Hassan the Hundred Faces released his clone that was fighting with the Knights of Justice in the village, increased his real body's power as much as possible, and engaged Mordred in battle.

However, this behavior is obviously futile.

On one side is Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table who is considered to be first-rate even in the entire history of mankind. On the other side is Hassan the Hundred Faces, who is not good at frontal combat and is the most adept at one-on-one battles among the Assassins.

Although the Hundred Faces, as a female, looks taller and stronger than Mordred, the hearts they possess are not on the same level.

The rebellious knight's sword force like a rainstorm easily overwhelmed Hassan of the Hundred Faces, while Assassin was knocked around like a boat in a rainstorm, unable to defend himself.

The outcome of the battle between Saber and Assassin was just a matter of thought, the moment when Mordred felt tired of playing.

“…Ugh!”

The Hundred Faces flew out, spurting blood, and Mordred's slash tore her chest apart.

Looking down at Hassan the Hundred Faces lying dead in a pool of blood, the rebellious knight curled his lips in boredom.

"Tsk... I didn't have the feeling to hit the spirit core. Did it transfer to another clone before being hit?"

"Lord Mordred! There is an enemy ambush in the rear. According to reports, several Knights of Honour granted by His Majesty the Lion King have been defeated!"

At this moment, a Knight of Justice came rushing over in a panic.

"…The enemy is said to be several Servants!"

"Ahh...Servant?"

Mordred's originally bored expression regained its excitement.

……

On the other side of the battlefield, the Knights of Justice were attacked by a rescue team consisting of Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mashu, Morgan, and Arash.

"Impossible... Where on earth are you guys from!?"

"You may not believe this, but we came from heaven!"

Mashu answered while swinging her shield and knocking down a Knight of Justice.

As they continued to defeat the Knights of Justice and marched deeper into the West Village, a huge amount of magical power mixed with the night wind blew over.

"Wow, you're really brave enough to come here, you bastards! Welcome! You actually came to me on your own initiative, you're quite capable!"

The Knights of the Round Table, wearing heavy armor and looking like devils, appeared in front of everyone.

Mash recognized the silver armor at a glance: "Senior, it is indeed Mordred...! It is the Mordred I met in London!"

" Stop calling other people's names over and over again. Who are you? My fan?"

Mordred sneered jokingly: "Well, after all, I killed so many pagans, I am indeed a celebrity."

Ritsuka murmured quietly, "He doesn't recognize us. He is not the same person as Mordred who was summoned from London..."

"Why, your attitude suddenly becomes so honest. I don't know you guys...wait."

Mordred stared at the goddess Morrigan in disbelief, his mouth opening subconsciously.

After a while, she came back to her senses and said through gritted teeth, "You are...Hahahaha! No wonder Gao Wen lost! No wonder!"

"……Hey."

The goddess Morrigan Morgan Alter gazed at the Knights of the Round Table in front of her with eyes that could see through the end of the world.

"Knight of the Round Table Mordred...what on earth are you?"

This is a feeling that has not been felt in hundreds of years.

A feeling called uneasiness loomed in her heart.

Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table, according to Ritsuka and Mashu.

She is Morgan's final plot to exact revenge on King Arthur.

He was the illegitimate child born between the two sisters, and a rebellious knight who led the British kingdom to destruction.

But about this

Morgan, who was supposed to be the person involved, has no memory of it.

I had no impression of either the name Mordred or her appearance.

Morgan was certain that his memory was intact.

She knew every name in Camelot.

She and her husband had four children, all of whom became the hated Knights of the Round Table.

But she had no impression of Mordred.

To be more specific,

Morgan, who is standing here now, has lived from the 5th century to the 21st century. She has no memory of giving birth to Mordred.

"…You are not my child."

The goddess Morrigan said coldly: "Who are you?"

“H…ah?”

Mordred's breathing stopped briefly.

She stared at the black swordsman in front of her.

The slender body was wrapped in heavy black armor, and the face was covered with a mask so that the appearance could not be seen clearly.

Even without seeing his face, Mordred could tell

That was undoubtedly his father. Although he had the same scent as his mother after turning evil, there was no doubt about it.

For a moment, despair, fatigue, hatred, and countless dark emotions paralyzed her brain.

"Ah... Really? Really? So that's what's going on! Do you hate me so much? Are you so unwilling to acknowledge me?!"