Tiamat's motherly love is definitely not normal.
This was Morgan's feeling at this moment.
"You mean to say—"
The abandoned daughter of Britain looked at the black crystal in her hand, her brow furrowed.
"You bathed with your son in the same ocean every day."
"And you had to hold him when you slept."
"At the same time, you also taught him to say 'I love mama the most', right?"
"That's right!"
"Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"
Tiamat, alone in the Sea of Life, listened to the voice echoing above her and answered without hesitation.
"Bathing with him was to ensure the Sea of Life could completely immerse his body;"
"Sleeping with him was to ensure his physical development was under my control at all times."
"As for loving his mother, isn't that the first principle a son should follow?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Answer me—"
"..."
For a moment, Morgan was speechless.
She could feel that Tiamat was absolutely not the kind of existence that could be changed with just a few words—at least on the matter of her son, she was an absolutely paranoid existence.
"Of course, there's nothing wrong with what you said."
"Mm... I approve of your attitude towards your son."
"Right?"
Hearing her child-rearing philosophy being approved of, Tiamat seemed very happy.
"So, how do you plan to find him for me?"
"Let me tell you first—"
"I can tell at a glance whether or not that's my son."
"Don't even think of finding some random person to fool me."
Though it was just a few sentences, Morgan could feel the black crystal in her hand trembling constantly.
Tiamat's magical energy was on a level that was absolutely beyond imagination.
If she could make use of it...
The Britain she loved would surely not fall to Artoria.
Thinking of this, Morgan's attitude instantly became more serious.
"Of course I won't fool you."
"Tiamat, I will help you in the most sincere way."
"However—"
"Before that..."
Morgan looked at the black crystal in her hand.
"At least let me know what kind of existence he is, right?"
"So, please be sure to answer my questions."
"..."
"Mm."
"For my son's sake, I will accept these terms."
"Very good."
Seeing that Tiamat had accepted her proposal, Morgan quickly took the next step.
As the princess who deeply loved Britain, just like Tiamat, she had a morbid, unconscious obsession with Britain.
Morgan believed.
Tiamat's appearance was surely to give her a chance to turn the tables against the odds.
In that case, the answer she needed must also be in Britain!
"Does he have any special features?"
"He's very cute~!"
"I mean, something special that would attract a person at first glance."
"He is very cute!"
"If he wasn't cute, how would he attract someone at first glance?"
"..."
Morgan felt that her forehead must be covered in sweat.
Three questions in and not a single piece of useful information.
Other than imagining Tiamat cupping her face and wriggling her body as she reminisced about her son, she couldn't think of anything else.
"Then, aside from being cute, isn't there anything else a little more special?"
"His sense of smell is very good."
"Sense of smell?"
"Mm—"
Within the Sea of Life, Tiamat reached out her hand.
It was a gesture of reminiscence.
"From the moment of his birth, he received 'perception' from me."
"It's an ability that even I didn't expect."
"As expected of my son... he's so amazing!!!"
Ignoring Tiamat's doting praise, Morgan thought for a moment, then continued to ask.
"You mean to say—"
"He can sense things that ordinary people can't?"
"Mm."
"However—"
Tiamat leaned back and fell into the Sea of Life.
"He himself seems a bit dense about this feeling."
"Probably..."
"He can only sense 'good' and 'bad'—"
"If some bad woman was determined to trick him..."
Speaking of this, Tiamat began to wail once more.
"Ian, please come back!"
"Mama needs you so much!"
"As long as you come back, mama will give you anything you want!"
"The outside world is a very dangerous place!"
She had not intended to listen to Tiamat's cathartic roars, but Morgan heard an unexpected name.
Ian...
Why does that name sound a bit familiar...
That's right!
Isn't that the knight who came to Camelot with Artoria?
He's said to be a hot-tempered fellow.
Not long after he arrived, he beat up Merlin and even knocked out a few of his teeth.
If Artoria hadn't stopped him, he might have been beaten into a pulp.
When Morgan heard about this situation, she had actually been quite happy.
After all, that guy was the originator of the king selection lie; for him to be beaten up by a knight brought by his own puppet was a kind of backlash.
But speaking of which—
Ian...
Could that boy really be Tiamat's son?
A slight suspicion soon evolved into further speculation.
Morgan asked once more:
"Your son, is he not very fond of talking?"
"Hm?"
"How did you know?"
When it came to information about Ian, Tiamat's reaction immediately became agitated.
"Did you kidnap my son?!"
"No."
"Of course I didn't do that."
"I just think that perhaps a certain 'bad woman' might be involved in this matter."
"However—"
Morgan didn't say everything outright.
After all, if she was wrong, Tiamat might very well lose her trust.
That wouldn't do—
"I'm not certain if that is your son or not."
"Tiamat, is there a way for me to confirm that he is your son?"
"This..."
Tiamat was silent for a long time.
It seemed she didn't want to share such a method.
But Morgan also knew how to handle it.
It was simple.
"Tiamat, it's fine if you don't tell me."
"It's just—"
"If that really is your son, and he has been completely enchanted by another 'bad woman', then it will be difficult to save him later."
Morgan's words were, as expected, effective.
Tiamat quickly became agitated.
"No—"
"Absolutely not!"
"No one is allowed to do that!"
"Then tell me how to identify him, alright?"
Her plan succeeding, the corners of Morgan's mouth lifted slightly.
Only—
When she heard what the other party said, she was stunned.
Because Tiamat had said this:
"Just give him a kiss."
This was the method she gave