My mother's love song

Mordred raised his head and looked at Rhodes again.

He was still staring at his own face, seriousness revealed in his red pupils.

He wasn't teasing me, he really wanted to hug me like this...

During the long silence, the two looked at each other silently.

"...Woo."

Mordred pursed his lips, pain evident between his brows.

The reason for her expression was not because of the severe physical pain. In fact, she had already lost consciousness.

Mordred's pain came from the humiliation of defeat.

Lost.

Lost again.

They were defeated in just one battle.

Lost to the incomprehensible dark goddess [Morrigan] whose very existence was the greatest blasphemy to the White King.

The holy sword [Excalibur] wielded by the opponent is a special attack sword against the Knights of the Round Table, filled with the curse of the evil goddess.

The black aurora filled with hatred was an incurable wound to the Knights of the Round Table. Even magic could not repair the damaged flesh, so Mordred ended up like this.

"...Damn it. Bastard."

Mordred bit his lower lip and cursed through his dry, bloody throat.

She enjoyed pounding her fists into the wall, but just lifting her bandaged arms was a struggle.

Not reconciled!

Dragging this body, it was obvious that Mordred could no longer return to the battlefield.

I had made up my mind to burn my life for the Lion King, but ended up being unable to live or die.

The only thing I can do for the Lion King now is

Admit that you are a woman, and then use your body to please him...

"……Um."

Mordred clenched his teeth, and finally nodded slowly under Rhodes' gaze.

"I understand. If you want to hug me, then hug me. After all, it's an agreement. Hmm... I really can't do anything about you."

After uttering these words, Mordred lowered his head in embarrassment.

Next, this boy will press me down on the bed like a wild beast, just like he did to Hassan in prison that day.

The girl thought secretly.

However, Mordred did not wait for Rhodes' rude treatment.

After a few quiet seconds, she looked up.

"What's wrong again? Why don't you hug me? Didn't you just say that I'm very attractive?!"

Mordred looked at Rhodes and asked seriously, "Little Mordred, do you want to regain your fighting ability? Do you want to serve the Lion King again?"

"Hey?"

Rhode said word by word: "If I tell you that I can make you recover to the point where you can fight again, what will you do?"

"How is it possible that such a thing is..."

"this is possible."

As he spoke, Rhodes reached out to the vase on the bedside table.

In the vase was a bunch of roses that had long since withered and died. It was placed there by the maid when Mordred moved in more than a week ago.

Rhodes simply touched the flower that had withered and turned black with his fingers, and then, as if time had gone back, the rose gradually faded from black to its bright red color again.

"What...how...is this possible?"

Mordred's dry lips trembled and he could no longer speak.

"But now I can't move because of the curse..."

"Is there any curse stronger than [Destruction]?"

These words left Mordred speechless.

Even though he had just performed a miracle, Rhodes didn't take it seriously.

He took his hand back and said lightly: "My magic power can do this kind of thing.

Of course, if Mordred gets my magic power, he should be able to recover.

I don't know what kind of curse you have, but it's not a problem for me."

"!!!"

Mordred's pupils, which had originally lost their luster, gradually began to glow.

"Really... Is this true, Dorako! You can heal my injuries?"

"of course."

"Great! This way I can fight again!"

Mordred grabbed Rhodes' hand and shouted in surprise and joy: "Dorako! Let's hurry up...!"

It can't end like this!

I came to this era not to die as a knight on the battlefield, but to hide behind as a bedridden patient!

"Hurry up what?"

Rhodes tilted his head and asked with a smile.

"That's it!"

"Which one?"

Mordred: "That's it... Ugh, hug..."

Rhodes: "Hug?"

"..."

Mordred's cheeks flushed.

The rebellious knight, feeling both embarrassed and angry, bit his lips, grabbed the quilt with his hands, twisted his body and spoke softly.

"Dorako-sama... hurry up... please hold me."

Rhodes shuddered: Not good, so cute.

He calmed down his excitement and said, "Well, actually, I think so too."

Rhodes stood up from the bed.

Mordred was very embarrassed and secretly glanced at him.

The anticipation in the girl's eyes was as if the Sword of Choice [Caliburn] that she had longed for so much in her lifetime was there.

If Mordred had not been summoned to this era by the King, but had participated in the Holy Grail War as a Servant, his wish would have been to "challenge the Sword of the Chosen One."

For Mozai now, Rhodes is her sword in the stone.

Mordred clenched his hands and decided to grab the future himself.

"I do want to hug you, of course." Rhodes suddenly interrupted Mordred's fantasy, "But now the situation has changed a little."

"What do you mean?"

Mordred tilted his head in confusion and stared at him warily.

"That means our previous agreement that 'you will replace the Lion King' is now void."

"Xiao Mo, I will unconditionally help you recover your fighting power, but in return... you are not allowed to interfere in the relationship between me and the Lion King from now on."

Rhodes gently held the bandaged girl in his arms as if she were a piece of fragile glass.

Chapter 265: The naughty child Xiao Mo awakens the female in his heart

For Mordred, this is the ultimate second choice.

By becoming Rod's woman unconditionally, she can recover from her injuries and continue to serve the Lion King in the future.

This was Mordred's dream, to sacrifice his fallen soul and runaway heart for his father.

Or is it.

Become Rhodes' woman conditionally, so that he will fulfill the promise and will not attack his father again.

The Lion King can always maintain his pure white appearance and exist as the noble and great idol [father] in Mordred's heart.

On one side is the cruel and efficient reality, and on the other side is the beautiful but meaningless ideal.

Choosing one side means giving up the other.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the fact that Mordred would become the boy's property tonight.

The boy held the girl in his arms.

"Hey, Xiao Mo...what are you going to do?"

The girl leaned over and whispered in the boy's ear.

"You are such a rotten person..."

"Mordred, what is it that you truly desire?"

The girl took a deep breath through her extremely dry and injured throat.

Rhodes' body temperature made her heart beat faster and faster.

The boy's seductive words made Mordred silent for a while, and then he finally spoke clearly.

Wasn't this decided from the beginning?

"I want to... continue fighting."

There is no more confusion in his eyes.

The girl bit her lower lip as she whispered this.

"Do you want it to be gentle or rough?"

In response to Rhodes' question, Mordred gave a refreshing smile with contempt.

"As rough as possible, if you can do that kid?"

"Okay, that's what you said. Don't regret it."

Mordred buried his face in Rhodes' neck, his neatly manicured nails digging into the skin of his back.

"Ahh, let me also feel... the humiliation that the Lion King should have suffered, Princess."

……

……

……

The next morning.

Rod woke up in the golden sunlight.

The first feeling he had after waking up was that his body felt heavy, very heavy.

The reason is actually very simple

Mordred's weight was all on him.

Last night, she fell asleep on Rhodes' body.

Mordred, who was originally covered in wounds and dying, now seemed to be reborn.

There is no scar on the body, and the skin is white, transparent and elastic.