My mother's love song

Scathach raised her eyes teasingly and reached out to touch his hair: "Are you shy, you guy?"

Rhode opened her hand and said, “Who would be shy because of BBA’s praise? Ahhhhhhhhh… It hurts!”

The wrist was held.

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In the parking lot of the shopping district, there is a brand new Aston Martin.

With its dark green body and muscular design that was not considered aerodynamic even at the end of the 20th century, it makes people think of a steel beast.

Unlike the British luxury cars that are now jokingly called "slow-moving", Aston Martin during this period was the most extreme car manufacturer.

With a V600 engine that produces over 8 horsepower and a top speed of 320 kmh, the Aston Martin Vantage Le Mans is the most powerful production supercar of this era, bar none.

This car was a commuter vehicle that Rod commissioned a few days ago for an old friend who recently stayed in London.

I had originally planned to take Rin for a ride outside London, but I hadn't expected to let this woman get in the car first.

Rhodes glanced at Scathach, who was sitting in the passenger seat with great interest, held the steering wheel with one hand and stepped on the accelerator.

Fortunately, Britain, like Japan, uses right-hand drive, otherwise Rod would not be able to drive normally with his left hand locked with Scathach.

Along with the roar of the steel Mustang, the street scenery began to accelerate backwards.

"By the way, Master... Miss Usaha, do you have a daughter?"

Hearing Rhode's abrupt question, Scathach frowned: "Huh? Are you looking for trouble?"

"No, nothing. Asking unnecessary questions."

Scathach gave herself the pseudonym Usaha.

This pseudonym is the name of Scathach's daughter in Celtic mythology.

However, in Type-Moon's world, Scathach is neither married nor has a daughter, so it's probably just a random name she gave it.

Since it is a completely original name in this world, there is no need to worry about exposing your identity.

"Usaha is a nice name, very cute."

Rhodes made small talk.

Scathach smiled in a way that was hard to fathom, and said, "Are you trying to say that cute names don't suit me?"

"I didn't say that. I just think the name Usaha is very tasteful," said Rhodes.

Scathach frowned slightly and snorted, "What is this, bragging?"

Rhodes looked at her: "Huh?"

Scathach held her chin with one hand and turned her face to the window: "Nothing, don't talk, just drive your car well."

"Oh..." Rhodes nodded.

The speed on the dashboard reached 180kmh, and the Aston Martin was running wildly on the country roads of London, heading towards the distant Tomb of the Kings.

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After more than an hour of excessive and illegal driving, they arrived at their destination before noon.

Glastonbury was just as Rod had imagined, completely devoid of the noise and bustle of a tourist attraction. It was a quiet, slow-paced town.

Since Tokyo, where he has lived for a long time, has a population density comparable to that of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, he has never had the feeling that "there are fewer people abroad", but now he does.

Perhaps because the weather was not sunny, even in the "city center" of the town, there were surprisingly few pedestrians on the street, and it even felt a little depressed.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Rhodes and Scathach came to the gate of the monastery located in the center of the town.

"I have to buy a ticket to visit my wife's grave..."

Rhodes stared at the ticket booth in amazement: "Damn capitalism."

Just as he bought the tickets and prepared to enter the monastery with Scathach, a voice came from behind and called the boy.

"Um...are you Lord Rhodes?"

Rhodes subconsciously turned his head and saw a girl with her gray hood pulled down low.

Even though she was wrapped in a cloak inappropriately, the plump swell of her breasts could still be seen through the thick cloth.

A gust of wind blew, revealing a face that looked exactly like the Knight King's, and dull silver hair braided into a bun, from under the hood.

PS. Because the official history here is Gun Dai, Grey’s cup is also super large!

Chapter 504 Grey (Super Large Cup)

"Um...are you Lord Rhodes?"

The girl's call made the two men who were about to visit King Arthur's grave stop and turn around.

She was a girl wearing clothes that were not suitable for the time and season and a gray hood on her head.

Under the hood was a charming and handsome face, a pair of gray-green pupils that were both beautiful and melancholy, and dull silver hair braided into a bun at the back of his head.

The most incredible thing is that although the girl gives people a young feeling, the parts that are unique to women are very plump, and are not inferior even to Scathach.

Wearing a black cloak and leather boots of the same color, coupled with her extremely fair skin, the girl seemed to be made up of black and white, just like a winter fairy in a colorless world.

Scathach showed an "interesting" expression after seeing the girl's appearance, while Rhodes directly called out her name.

"Grey."

"It is indeed Lord Rhodes."

The girl's voice was very gentle, just like the introverted temperament she exuded, but there seemed to be a hint of joy in her tone.

"So you are coming to London? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"Well... because I forgot."

Rod blurted out the lie.

There was no plan to meet this child during this trip.

"Is he someone you know?" Scathach leaned close to Rhodes' ear and asked.

Rhode nodded: "Well, how should I put it? It would be a long story if I were to explain it."

That was around the time when Rhodes had just returned from the sixth singularity.

On a summer day similar to today, Rhodes brought his two wives, Altria and Morgan Le Fay, to the wilderness of Wales.

In Celtic mythology, Brakmoa is a village where the crows, the incarnation of the Morrigan, the goddess of death, gather.

A thousand years ago, Morgan le Fay came to this village, became the religious leader of the village [Black Madonna], and established the Blackmoya Cemetery.

The witch's goal is to resurrect her dead sister, King Arthur, Altria Pendragon.

The time is the tenth century, 500 years have passed since her sister died, and a thousand years have passed since her beloved husband was born.

Although Rhodes was still active in this era, she would not approach him because he had no "memories of 1994" and could only peek at him from a distance.

So Morgan, who was bored, decided to resurrect King Arthur and reproduce the legend.

The resurrection ceremony planned by the witch requires the combination of King Arthur's body, spirit and soul, so the village creates offspring based on King Arthur, intending to make them a substitute for King Arthur's body.

After thousands of years of failure, a "Son of God" was finally born in the Blackmoa Cemetery, the girl named Gray.

Five years ago in 5, when Rhodes, Morgan, Altria and others were fighting over a broken cup in the Far East, Gray's muscles and bones suddenly changed on the other side of the earth.

Not only the face, but even the body gradually became exactly like King Arthur.

Although there is no basis for this, it is likely that the girl's body resonated with Lancer Altria in the Fuyuki Realm.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the girl's physical development level that far exceeds that of her peers...

From then on, Gray was worshipped, revered, and alienated by the villagers, including her parents, as the "Son of God".

A year later, Gray became an apprentice gravekeeper at the Blackmoya Cemetery, and began her life as a perfect [King Arthur's Vessel], waiting to have her [soul] taken away.

Until Rhodes and his men entered the village of Brakmoya.

Rhodes and his companions did not enter the Blackmoya Village directly, but took a long detour and came to the cemetery behind the village.

This is where Gray lives. As a young girl, she practices as a gravekeeper.

Gray's teacher, the current gravekeeper of the Blackmoya Cemetery, is a man in his sixties.

Although he is already old, his sturdy figure can be seen through his coat, and he wears a travel hat on top of his unruly hair.

"How can it be……"

Looking at the great witch who appeared in front of Tang Chu, Belsak, the old man guarding the cemetery, widened his eyes.

"You are...the Black...Madonna!?"

The last time the Black Madonna appeared in the village of Brakmoya was 500 years ago. It is certainly impossible for the gravekeepers of this generation to have seen her.

But the appearance of the woman in front of him, coupled with her charming temperament and sharp eyes like a venomous snake, made him instantly conclude that the other party was the witch Morgan.

Morgan nodded arrogantly: "Good eyesight, are you the Brakmoya of this generation?"

"I am the gravekeeper, Belsak Brakmoya."

After confirming that the woman in black in front of him was the real Morgan le Fay, the old man knelt down, like a devout knight kneeling in front of the cross.

Morgan waved his hand impatiently, motioning him to stand up: "Forget about this. If you want to pray, just kneel in front of the Black Madonna in the church."

"……Yes."

The old man stood up and looked at the two people who entered the cemetery with Morgan.

The Black Madonna Morgan le Fay, who has always been alone, actually brought followers with her, which is different from the description in the legend.

"Um, Lady Black Madonna, the person behind you is..."

Standing behind Morgan were naturally Rhodes and Altria.

But today, Altria was wearing a cloak and a hood with a very low brim, completely hiding her face.

Morgan did not answer his question, but said: "Gather all the villagers later, I have something to announce.

But before that, Belsac, let me see what the [Container] looks like."

"..."

Belsac reacted to the word container.

He showed his reluctance blatantly.

I should have understood long ago that the Great Witch came to this remote place after hundreds of years. She must have heard the rumors about Gray.

After Gray became the "Son of God", she was shunned and worshipped by all the tribesmen, including her mother.

And Belsac is the only one who does not regard Gray as the "Son of God" and treats her as an ordinary person.

The reason why Gray became the successor of the gravekeeper was not because of any village tradition, but because the old man felt pity for the girl who had to end her life as a container of a past hero.

It can be said that it is because of Belsac's existence that Gray's childhood was not completely gray.

Although he didn't know what Morgan le Fay planned to do to Gray, she was that cruel and vicious witch after all, and the old man now felt uneasy.

However, under Morgan's gaze, he gritted his teeth, nodded, turned and left the gravekeeper's hut.

"Don't do anything stupid. Don't try to run away with the container."

Morgan said to him with a smile as Belsac closed the door.

"…This guy has a really bad personality."

Rhodes and Altria thought at the same time.

After a while, Belsak came in, leading a hooded girl.

"You can quit."