My mother's love song

“I think what Irisviel said makes sense.

Although my job is to fight, as Irisviel's knight, I can't embarrass her too much by being careless about my appearance...right."

When she said this, Miss Knight King's eyes were evasive, which made Rhodes doubt whether she was lying.

Rhodes blew on the scalding tea and said thoughtfully.

"I see, Lancer, is it because of Morgan's existence that you developed a sense of female competition?

Influenced by his sister, even the Knight King couldn't help but want to dress up.

But I still want to say that your idea is unnecessary.

Even if she doesn't dress up deliberately, Lancer is enough to charm all men, and she is not inferior to your sister at all..."

Snapped!

Blushing, Altria grabbed a magazine in panic and smashed it hard on Rhodes' head.

"Please, please don't say anything weird, Master!"

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As punishment for making inappropriate remarks to His Majesty the King, Rod became Camelot's fashion consultant, helping Altria choose dresses.

"Which one do you think is more suitable, Master?"

Rhodes sat on the bed, and Altria stood in front of him, holding a dress in each hand, and asked.

In her left hand she holds a black long dress that shows the steady temperament of a mature woman, while in her right hand she holds a lake blue off-shoulder dress that highlights the curves of a woman's body.

"...?"

Wait, why do these two pieces of clothing look familiar?

"I took it from her room when Morgan was away."

As if she could read the boy's mind, she explained calmly.

Even though the clothes were clearly stolen from Morgan, the Knight King had no trace of guilt in his bright expression.

Can it be called stealing when a younger sister steals her older sister's clothes? That's called borrowing!

Rhode sighed: That's why Morgan hates you...

"Both dresses are nice... I think Lancer looks good in anything she wears. It all depends on the person."

""

Altria was stunned for a moment, then lowered her slightly hot face.

She cleared her throat and said.

"Master, stop talking nonsense. I don't need that kind of polite answer right now... I just want you to tell me which of these two is better."

I think the more exposed the better, Rhodes muttered to himself.

"what?"

Altria snorted and gave the Master a cold look.

"No! Nothing..."

Tsk, intuition is so scary.

Rhode said, "Well, how about you try both on? If you just hold them in your hands, you really can't tell what they are."

"Yes, that's what I was planning to do. Master, could you please leave the room for a moment? I need to change my clothes."

"Ok."

Rhodes left her room and stood outside the door waiting.

The castle was very quiet at night. He could hear the sound of fabric rubbing against skin from the other side of the door, which made the boy feel a little itchy.

On the other side of the door, Altria was now changing her clothes.

While waiting, Rhode began to imagine how beautiful it would be to see the King of Guns wearing an evening gown with his incredibly mature body.

After a considerable time, the door was opened.

“Um, um… Master…”

Only Altria's face peeked out from the half-open door.

The King seemed a little overwhelmed, and his rare frown was very adorable.

"What's wrong?"

Artoria poked her head out from the crack in the door with a shy look on her face and spoke softly.

"I can't zip up the back zipper no matter how hard I try. Can you help me..."

The group number is on the shelf

Chapter 082: Gun Dazed..., The Soul of the Round Table

Morgan has been in a bad mood since Rhodes and Irisviel returned to the castle after not coming back all night.

She carefully looked at the two people walking into the entrance hand in hand, and immediately came to a conclusion.

Just last night, their relationship made rapid progress.

"Humph……"

Morgan bit his thumb and snorted disdainfully.

A long time ago, Morgan disliked this artificial being named Irisviel.

Irisviel is a young lady with noble appearance and a bit of childishness... Perhaps most people think so.

But, she could fool the superficial Arthur and the kind-hearted Master, but she couldn't fool me.

Although there was no evidence, Morgan stubbornly believed that if Alice was cut open, the inside would definitely be black.

"What's wrong, little girl from Einzbern?"

From a while ago, Irisviel, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, would occasionally glance at Morgan who was sitting on the coffee table.

"Ah... that's nothing, hehe... you really like reading, Ms. Caster."

"The modern knowledge imparted by the Holy Grail is still too little."

Morgan replied calmly, and Irisviel showed an admiring expression.

"I see... That's amazing."

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"...!!!"

A streak of pink dyed the beautiful face of the android princess. She paused and announced in a faint voice: "In fact, I am now Lord Rhodes' woman.

Just last night, we..."

"?"

The living room was completely silent, with only the flickering firelight dancing on the walls.

Morgan thought to himself: Why would this woman tell me this?

Actually…Irisviel didn’t have any special intentions, and she definitely didn’t want to claim sovereignty.

As an android of the Einzbern family, Irisviel still has the innocence of a child in her heart.

Irisviel was still immersed in the afterglow of her time with Rhode, so she wanted to show off to someone they both knew... that was just a cute reason.

Morgan said calmly, "Really? Congratulations."

!! ?

Ah... strange.

Normally I would have ridiculed her.

Why does my chest feel... stuffy?

Breathing became difficult and my vision began to shake.

Rhodes' face and the words he had said to her repeatedly flashed back in the Fairy Princess' mind.

Alice seemed to be saying something in high spirits, but Morgan couldn't hear a word.

By the time she finally returned to normal, her forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

"What's wrong? Caster."

Irisviel frowned and asked with a concerned tone, "You don't look well."

"Hmm...it seems like I didn't get enough rest last night."

"Really? Haha... Actually, I didn't sleep very well last night."

Irisviel touched her red cheek and said shyly.

"Lord Rhodes obviously didn't sleep much last night, but isn't he still so energetic this morning?"

"..."

Morgan couldn't bear to hear anything more, so he said goodbye to Alice and fled from the living room in a panic.

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"What's wrong?"

Artoria poked her head out from the crack in the door with a shy look on her face and spoke softly.

"The back... the zipper at the back won't come up no matter how hard I try..."

"……Well."

Rhodes stared at Altria's blushing face, feeling a little overwhelmed, and then he heard the Knight King continue to speak.

"I feel really shocked... I originally thought that my weight should be about the same as Sister Wang's."

There is something cute about Altria's frustrated expression because she suspects she is fatter than her sister, but we can't let her have this sad face all the time, right?

With a strong sense of responsibility in his chest, Rhodes suggested to her.

"Um, Lancer...why don't you let me help you pull it?"

He did not have any ill intentions when he said this.

Although Rod was usually an LSP, after enduring the attacks from Airi, Maiya, and Aoi, he didn't have many worldly desires now.

"Master... do you want to help me zip up?"

Hearing him say this, Altria seemed a little hesitant.

"Yeah...if it's inconvenient, forget it."

Just as Rhodes was about to back down, Altria spoke quickly.

"But, um... it's a rare opportunity to get these clothes from Sister Wang. It would be a shame to return them without trying them on... Then could you please help me?"

The door was pushed open gently.

"That... may be a little irritating to the eyes, please don't mind."

After Rhodes entered the room, he saw Altria with her evening dress half hanging on her body, exposing her back skin.

There was not a trace of lewd atmosphere, but instead a sense of spiritual beauty that made him think of those Greek sculptures with goddesses as the theme.

"Um... Master, please stop staring."

"Whoa whoa."