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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: Tiamat’s love is definitely not normal.

That was how Morgan felt at this moment.

"You're saying—"

The forsaken daughter of Britain frowned as she held a black crystal in her hand.

"You bathe with your son in the Sea of Life every day."

"You insist on holding him when you sleep."

"And you've even taught him to say 'I love Mommy the most', haven't you?"

"That's right! Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

Tiamat, alone in the Sea of Life, responded without hesitation to the voice echoing above her.

"Bathing with him ensures the Sea of Life fully washes over him."

"Sleeping beside him helps me monitor every stage of his physical development."

"As for loving Mommy—isn't that the first rule every son should follow?"

"What's the issue?"

"Answer me—"

"…"

Morgan was speechless.

She realized there was no changing Tiamat's mind—not when it came to her son. She was absolutely obsessive on this matter.

"Of course, you're not wrong."

"Hmm… I actually agree with your parenting approach."

"Right?"

Tiamat lit up with joy at Morgan's approval.

"So, how do you plan to help me find him?"

"I'm telling you now—"

"I'll know immediately if someone is my son or not."

"Don't even think of tricking me with some random boy."

Even through these few words, Morgan could feel the black crystal trembling in her hand.

Tiamat's magical power was beyond imagination.

If she could harness it… then perhaps Britain wouldn't fall into Artoria's hands after all.

Thinking this, Morgan's demeanor became more serious.

"I wouldn't dare deceive you."

"Tiamat, I'll help you in the most sincere way possible."

"But before that…"

Morgan looked at the crystal in her palm.

"At the very least, I need to know—what kind of person is he?"

"So please, answer my questions."

"..."

"Fine."

"For my son's sake, I'll accept those terms."

"Excellent."

Seeing Tiamat agree, Morgan immediately proceeded.

As someone who loved Britain dearly—much like Tiamat—Morgan was also unconsciously obsessed in a twisted way.

She believed Tiamat's appearance was a turning point for her, a chance to turn the tide.

So, the answer she needed had to lie within Britain itself.

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"What are his distinguishing features?"

"He's so cute~!"

"I mean something that makes him stand out right away—something unique."

"That is what makes him stand out! How can he not be eye-catching if he's not cute?"

"…"

Morgan could feel a headache coming.

Three questions in and not a single useful answer.

All she could imagine was Tiamat dreamily hugging herself, lost in memories of her son.

"Other than being cute, is there anything… more specific?"

"He has a very keen sense of smell."

"His sense of smell?"

"Mhm~"

In the Sea of Life, Tiamat stretched out her hand as if lost in memory.

"From the moment he was born, he inherited 'perception' from me."

"It's an ability even I didn't anticipate."

"As expected of my son… he's amazing!!!"

Ignoring her obsessive gushing, Morgan thought for a moment and asked again:

"You mean… he can sense things that most people can't?"

"Yes."

"But…"

Tiamat leaned back into the Sea of Life with a splash.

"He seems to be a bit slow in recognizing those sensations."

"At most, he can probably tell whether something feels good or bad."

"If some bad woman tried to trick him…"

At that, Tiamat burst into sobs again.

"Ian, come back already!"

"Mommy really needs you!"

"Whatever you want, Mommy will give you!"

"The outside world is so dangerous!"

Morgan hadn't planned to listen to Tiamat's emotional outburst—

But then, she heard something unexpected:

Ian.

That name sounded oddly familiar…

Wait a minute!

Wasn't that the boy who came to Camelot with Artoria?

Rumor had it he had quite the temper.

He had punched Merlin not long after arriving—knocked out a few of his teeth even.

If Artoria hadn't stopped him, he might've turned Merlin into "Merlin-chan" permanently.

When Morgan learned about it, she was honestly pleased.

After all, Merlin was the one who started the whole "Sword in the Stone" lie.

Getting beaten up by one of Morgan's puppet-picked knights?

That felt like poetic justice.

But now that she thought about it—

Ian…

Could that boy really be Tiamat's son?

Her suspicions quickly turned into a deeper hypothesis.

Morgan asked again:

"Your son… is he the quiet type?"

"…Hmm?"

"How did you know that?"

As soon as it involved Ian, Tiamat immediately grew excited.

"Did you kidnap my son?!"

"No."

"Of course not."

"I just think there might be a certain bad woman involved."

"But—"

Morgan didn't spell it out.

She knew that if she guessed wrong, she could lose Tiamat's trust entirely.

That would be a disaster.

"I can't be sure yet if he's truly your son."

"Tiamat, is there a way to confirm it?"

"…"

Tiamat went silent.

She clearly didn't want to share that kind of method.

But Morgan already had a plan.

It was simple.

"Tiamat, it's okay if you don't want to tell me…"

"But—if that really is your son, and he ends up completely enchanted by some bad woman, then it'll be difficult to bring him back."

Morgan's words hit the mark.

Tiamat immediately became agitated.

"No—that absolutely can't happen! No one is allowed to do that!"

"Then tell me how to identify him."

Morgan smirked slightly as her plan succeeded.

However—

What Tiamat said next caught her completely off guard.

"Just kiss him once."

That was the method she gave.

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