In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Ian felt that hope was within reach.

However, things did not develop as he had imagined.

Mordred then spoke:

"I do not know."

"You do not know?"

“Yes.” Mordred nodded.

"because--"

"She's missing."

102. Mordred's Last Meeting with Morgan (4,000-word chapter)

"..."

Ian felt a jolt in his heart.

He realized this didn't seem like the kind of thing to be discussed openly here.

"Ophelia, Mordred and I are going out for a bit!"

"Okay, okay..."

Ophelia's thoughts were still on the Clarent sword that Mordred had handed over.

"take care."

then--

Mordred followed Ian into the hallway outside.

However, her clothes were still a bit unconventional for this era.

Borrowing Ophelia's clothes or something wouldn't be appropriate.

So Ian finally decided to take her back to his room to change her clothes.

Fortunately, the rooms of the Master candidates are not far apart.

We didn't encounter any other people along the way.

There was a snap.

The door opens.

The two went to Ian's room.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian took out a set of his own clothes.

Would you mind wearing men's clothing?

"If you mind, I'll have someone buy you a new one."

"I don't mind, I don't mind!"

Mordred took the clothes from Ian with a grin.

"I've worn my brothers' clothes before!"

With that in mind, the girl immediately began to take off the clothes that were in keeping with the British era.

Ian quickly reached out to stop her.

"Mordred, what are you trying to do?"

"Change clothes!"

Mordred, who had been stopped, looked at Ian with a puzzled expression.

"Then go change your clothes where you're supposed to be," the man said.

Why change here?

"Huh? But that's how we always do it!"

Mordred blinked his green eyes.

"Is this how you usually do it?"

"Gawain and the others didn't stop you?! Or did they just watch you change?"

If that's the case, Ian started to doubt whether his usual parenting style had been inadequate.

“Oh, no!” Mordred shook his head.

“They will leave this room where I am, then block everything that can see inside, stand outside with their backs to me, holding swords and talking to passersby…”

"explain?"

“They would say things like, ‘Don’t come any closer, or don’t blame them for being impolite.’”

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

really.

Morgan wasn't the only one who doted on Mordred.

The older brothers, led by Gao Wen, also cherished their youngest sister.

"Okay... but the past is the past, and the present is the present."

Ian's tone softened considerably.

“You can’t do that here.”

"When changing clothes, you should hide from other people."

"..."

"Oh~" Mordred nodded with a smile.

"I understand!"

A few minutes later.

Mordred, having changed her clothes, appeared before Ian.

have to say.

Wearing this outfit, she definitely had a refreshing feeling.

And it seems that she is a "Servant" created by "transforming" data from Artoria Pendragon (Saber) during a simulation battle.

Therefore, Mordred's appearance retains many "parts" of Artoria's.

But in essence, she is still Morgan's child—so it's not entirely true that she lost Morgan's influence.

The combination of these two factors has had a significant impact on Ian.

He felt as if the person standing in front of him was both Artoria and Morgan.

Unbeknownst to him, tears streamed down his face and dripped onto the ground.

"Eh?!"

Mordred panicked immediately.

"Father...Master, what's wrong?!"

"Am I so ugly in this outfit that I made you cry?!"

"..."

Realizing that he seemed to be losing control of his emotions, Ian quickly wiped away his tears.

"not at all."

You look great in this outfit.

"besides--"

Ian looked at Mordred in front of him.

"In private, you don't need to call me Master anymore; that's what you say to outsiders."

"Ok!"

Mordred was very pleased.

"Father!"

Mordred hugged Ian.

Ian didn't say much, he just silently stroked her head.

After lingering like that for a while...

"Alright, Mordred, I have something else I want to ask you."

"Could we do the hug later?"

"of course can."

Mordred pulled away.

"Father, what do you want to ask?"

"That's of course your mother's business—"

"What do you mean by 'disappeared'?"

"Well... it's like this."

Mordred's thoughts drifted back to her last meeting with Morgan.

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