[FGO] King and Queen

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"Bedivere didn't laugh."

"That's because he has a good temper."

King Arthur poked his wife's forehead with a headache, and his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting her.

"Your Highness, is this a different kind of coquetry?"

"Is that all you want to see me act like a spoiled child?"

Artoria nodded slowly but firmly, with a bright light in her clear eyes: "I always feel that your attitude towards me is becoming less and less close."

"Where is this..."

As she grows older, it is indeed unlikely that Guinivia will only pay attention to her husband and always care about her needs as she did when she was young.

After all, King Arthur, who fell into the mortal world, could no longer go to the clouds, and the queen did not have to keep an eye on the king all the time, for fear that Artoria would leave again.Guinevia began to pay attention to other things, thinking about how to make the country better every day, and her world became wider and wider.

This is indeed something Wang is happy to see, but in her eyes, this can already be regarded as a kind of "neglect".

Just very unhappy.

"Then let your whims be satisfied."

Faced with her husband's rare dissatisfaction, Guinevia couldn't help laughing softly. Her smile was warm and beautiful, as bright as the sun in the clear sky.

The queen leaned forward and kissed each other on the cheek.

The soft and delicate temperature was instantly broken, and Wang, who was suddenly attacked, blinked blankly, looked at his wife's blue eyes with a smile, and said slowly: "This is not the right kiss."

Guinevia's smile froze, a faint blush appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but glared at her in embarrassment.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The queen turned her head away, turned around and continued to dry the scrolls that could be called old things.

Arturia raised the corners of her mouth and started to get busy.

This is the ideal "parent".

A noble person who is willing to accept him, admire him, affirm his value as a knight, and face up to his efforts.

"Why don't you listen to me? Mordred, my son... Your birth was not expected by anyone. Your life is full of endless filth. You copied everything from your father. When he Know the truth, and you will be disgraced."

"No, you can't say that, to be precise—you were born to be his disgrace."

"You have trampled on his reputation, subverted his glory, deprived him of his glory, and will destroy his family."

"That throne, he would rather give it to Gawain's son than to you."

The witch's voice was cold and ironic, lingering in his ears all the time, almost impinging on the knight's reason in every possible way, making him feel extremely tormented.

Strong shame lingered in his heart, so disgusting that he wanted to make people vomit.

"hateful!"

The voice came out through the armor, and it was particularly dull.

So Mordred was even more unhappy.

Ahhhhhh! Who really cares about that throne?

As an artificial human destined to be short-lived, Mordred just wants to become the sword of the king, follow the king, fight happily in the battlefield, and become a self worthy of boasting.

The knight born through unnatural means longs for such a figure and praises the glory of the king. She wants to become the king's knight, fight the enemy with a heroic attitude, and realize her ideal with the sword.

...when will we be able to get closer?

Those were the parents she had dreamed of for a long time, and she wanted to devote all her loyalty to them.

Chapter 25

As time went by, Mordred became more and more unable to suppress his inner longing. Whenever the knight saw the picture of the king and queen getting along, and witnessed such a warm and harmonious family atmosphere, the feelings surging in his heart became more intense. .

Then, one day, the knight finally mustered up all the courage hidden in his body, and with hopes and worries, he took off the helmet that had been covering his true face, and revealed his identity to King Arthur.

Arturia was hit in the head by such a straightforward fact, her face inevitably showed shock, and her pupils trembled violently.

Wang's voice sank:

"Knight, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know." Mordred resisted his excitement, eyes shining with longing, and confided the truth to "Father": "I was created by the witch Morgan imitating you."

"……How old are you this year?"

Staring fixedly at the face that was exactly the same as her own, Artoria seemed to ask a question that was off track.

Mordred hesitated for a while abnormally, "he" knew from an early age that he was different from other people, "he" had a different growth rate than ordinary people, and his life cycle would be extremely short, so he was not a "human being" at all. .

Finally, under his father's calm gaze, the knight held back the shame in his heart, and whispered his true age.

confirmed.

"----So that's it." King Arthur let out a long sigh: "Although it's my sister's trick, you are indeed my child."

The red dragon in Britain cannot keep offspring, and the laws of the universe will never allow this. The Mordred in front of him has only one identity-he is neither completely human nor completely non-human.

So distorted, so contradictory, so chaotic, yet so cruel.

But to a certain extent, after the transformation and addition of magic power, Mordred can indeed be regarded as the king's blood.In this way, his body must be carrying a corresponding curse.

It was a threat to humanity, a warning to law.

King Arthur's death is the final blow to the mystery, for she is the king who stands at the end of the age of gods and fantasy.

When she dies, the rules of the world will be rewritten, Britain will perish, and the era of gods will come to an end.Human beings have finally been able to separate themselves from the gods, to rule themselves, and to write their own civilization.

In other words, as long as the king does not die for a day, the Age of Gods cannot perish.

But Artoria wants to let Britain sleep peacefully instead of ending up in the flames of war, for which she has been working hard.

"Tell Morgan - if she wants the throne, let her come to me herself."

Artoria's voice has never been so cold.

She never thought that Sister Wang would be so crazy that she would not hesitate to burden innocent lives with the curse of fate in order to fulfill her ambition.

It is an existence that longs for father's love, longs for mother, and is born unnaturally.

Forcibly bringing a life that shouldn't exist into this world, but failed to fulfill the responsibility of leading him to understand all things, until he was killed by his own hands, causing father and son to kill each other—this must be Morgan's plan.

What a wild ambition, what a rampant sin.

This thing is just ridiculous and stupid.

"You should know very well what Guinevia did to you—don't let her know about it."

It's not that she wants to hide her infidelity that betrays her marriage, but that she doesn't want that conspiracy to pollute her smile. Even a perfect knight will have selfishness, and she doesn't want his wife to cry or show a sad face.

If she really wanted to let her know, Arturia had to speak in person.

Because we have already made an agreement, we can't conceal and deceive each other under the banner of "for her good".

Even if you really can't understand each other, as long as you communicate well, you will be able to touch the feelings that the other party is trying to convey.

This is a promise we made to each other, so keep it.

"Then, are you admitting that I am your child?" Mordred couldn't decide whether the words poured into his ears were true, the knight took a step forward, and the green pupils burst into a fierce light, "Am I still Can I stay with you?"