Chapter 60: Fighting for the Pursuit of Truth!
Morgan was overthinking it.
As a noble Red Dragon Princess, she was worried about the intelligence of her descendants—but she absolutely did not know that, including this "Agravain" whom she was most satisfied with, all five of her children, without exception, did not want to have anything to do with her.
The Fairy Consort of Britain, the Witch of Revenge, the culprit who led to the destruction of the kingdom of Camelot... with so many terrible titles attached to her, it caused those children who had been personally raised by her to one by one maintain an attitude of "respectful but distant."
But Agravain still came.
Under great pressure, he came to the side of this parallel world's mother, just to personally confirm such a thing: his mother, how far was she from the true "inhuman"?
...
A few minutes later, Morgan, who had finished brewing the potion, also left that narrow and cramped magic workshop and came to the garden behind the temple. She walked very slowly, and no longer had that aggressive aura from before. But at this moment, she had changed to another magical aura—as magnificent as a valkyrie, and as pure and innocent as a fairy.
This was proof that she was about to step into the "divine realm." After more than thirty years of accumulation, the will of the island that was imprisoned in her frail body was already in a state of "restless." Although she was already doing her best to suppress it, the arrival of "that day" was not far off.
Here, she could only say that, fortunately, the will of the island in her body was not the will of "despair and destruction" that was on Vortigern. This gave her a certain buffer time.
"Yo, a meeting of idiots!"
She came to the stone table and, in a completely unreasonable yet logical way, occupied the position that had originally belonged to Gareth—Gareth didn't say anything, and directly ran to the side, squeezing in with Mash.
Agravain stood behind her, watching her drink the grass-green potion that had just been brewed in one gulp. This was a very common scene. In his previous life, to be precise, when he had not yet become a "Round Table Knight," and was still accepting various training from Morgan in the identity of his son, this scene would always appear before him, almost every day.
But what was different from his impression was... the "mother" of this parallel world did not always live in that damp and dark basement, nor were there various terrible instruments of torture around her. Instead, there was a somewhat narrow but sufficiently large magic workshop. And after the potion was brewed, there was a refreshing wind blowing in from the window, and warm sunlight shining in.
Of course, there was also the "greeting" that sounded like sarcasm to outsiders, but was actually expressing goodwill in a clumsy way.
"Tell me, what foolish idea has my naive little sister come up with again, to even have summoned something like a Heroic Spirit."
—This sentence actually meant "I'm already prepared to clean up her mess."
...
The following time was the real "laughter and cheerfulness," "happy family" time.
Gareth became the one who took the initiative to talk with Morgan, responsible for answering the various questions she raised. It had to be admitted that as Morgan's only daughter, this little knight princess's words and actions were actually quite in line with Morgan's taste—at least in her heart, the way a girl should be.
Enthusiastic and cheerful, elegant and generous. Much stronger than the purple eggplant next to her who couldn't squeeze out a single fart in three sentences!
And Agravain, who was standing behind Morgan, had been silent all along. He lowered his head and listened attentively to the conversation between the mother and daughter, and from it, he obtained some very important information and intelligence—then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Shiroryu, who was sitting next to Morgan, with a very complicated expression.
Shiroryu was also looking at him. This taciturn knight was still maintaining a calm and collected appearance on the surface. But the monstrous wave called "conflict" that was surging in his heart was already reflected in his eyes, which could see through people's hearts.
—Ever since he had borne the curse and despair of this island, he had been particularly sensitive to those emotions, especially negative emotions. He could feel that the man before him seemed to be in great pain. It was not physical pain, but the pain of having to personally destroy this ideal after it had been realized.
At the same time, it was also the pain of clearly being able to pretend not to know anything and wholeheartedly serve that perfect ideal king—yet because of his own personality, he had to open his eyes that could see through all the illusions in the world and completely reveal the most cruel truth.
[To fight for the pursuit of truth.]
This was not just a restraint engraved on the twelve restraints of the Holy Lance, but also an oath that this knight named Agravain had to practice throughout his life.
—At this moment, he was even a little unable to hold back and was about to start asking questions.
But at this very moment,
"Eh, everyone is sitting here? Are you having afternoon tea?"
A clear and cheerful laughter, like a silver bell blown by a gentle breeze, sounded at the entrance of the garden. A beautiful princess stood there, looking at the people sitting around the stone table with a curious expression—she saw Gareth, and then directly ran over and pounced on this little knight princess.
"My King, Your Highness the Queen..."
Gareth was startled, to the extent that she subconsciously shouted out the respectful address—but only after this did she immediately realize that the Guinevere of this world did not seem to be married to the king. She could only remain silent.
Fortunately, Guinevere herself did not mind this matter. "Her Highness Morgan, is this your daughter? So cute!"
Guinevere, who had just returned from the royal palace and had learned of the situation from Artoria, had run to this temple at almost the fastest speed. Her purpose was obvious: to meet these Round Table Knights from a parallel world, and by the way, to "tease" her good best friend.
—Wow, who would have thought? This high-and-mighty flower in the hearts of the people of Camelot was actually such a fertile woman, to be able to give birth to five children in one go!
"That's still better than a queen who has a mental affair!"
"Shut up, you knight!"
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