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

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What happened? !

Mordred did not notice Joan of Arc's unusual expression.

Because her attention was completely drawn to what Gareth had just said.

"The woman your father loved most?"

"That--"

How much do you love her?

Mordred was somewhat confused by Gareth's "favorite".

Her understanding of her father came entirely from her mother Morgan's descriptions.

The new king of Britain constantly emphasized to his youngest daughter that her husband was a hero.

But she had never mentioned "he loves me" like Gareth was doing now.

No.

To be precise, he has never even been involved in love.

Deep down, Morgan seemed to be moved by this in a different way.

Mordred had seen her look extremely regretful after he had reasoned with her more than once, as if she had committed an unforgivable sin.

"This one……"

Gareth looked at his sister who had asked the question and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh right... Xiao Mo, your father was already..."

As Gareth spoke of this, a hint of sadness appeared between his brows.

"Hmm... how should I put it?"

"My father really loved my mother."

"At that time, their story was told throughout Camelot... even children would make up songs to sing about it."

"Huh?" Mordred frowned slightly. "How come I didn't know anything about this?"

“I’ve never heard any stories about it… let alone songs!”

"this is normal."

Gareth sighed.

"Because before you came back... Mother had already issued a prohibition in this regard."

"so--"

"It's perfectly normal that you don't understand."

"..."

Mordred remained silent.

Although her sister Gareth's explanation was completely consistent with her own memory, and there was not a single contradiction.

But in doing so, she also confirmed one thing.

That is, his mother Morgan was definitely deliberately avoiding something.

She seemed unable to accept the outcome of her father's departure, to the point that her behavior began to become somewhat erratic.

If we continue thinking in this direction—

Could that sudden disappearance also be related to these things?

For the first time, Mordred realized how little she knew about her mother, Morgan.

"that……"

Joan of Arc's cautious voice rang out once again.

"Your mother is Morgan, right?"

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Only after hearing an affirmative answer from her servant did Joan of Arc continue to ask questions.

"And you are the Knights of the Round Table from ancient Britain, right?"

“Yes.” Gareth nodded again.

"So what exactly did your father do that you just mentioned? Could you elaborate?"

Joan of Arc looked at Gareth, her eyes filled with sincerity and pleading.

"I really want to know what happened in the past..."

Please, please tell me!

"..."

Although it felt somewhat abrupt that Joan of Arc made such a request.

But since it was his Master's order, the Servant Gareth naturally didn't intend to object.

She nodded, and then said:

"I understand."

"but--"

"Master... if that's what you're asking."

Gareth pursed his chin and began to think seriously.

As a Servant summoned by Jeanne d'Arc, she possesses "knowledge correction" and naturally understands that saying things so directly would leave the other party somewhat confused.

"How about this... you can think of it as our father participating in a very large battle!"

"And then he sacrificed himself in the process."

"what?!"

Joan of Arc's eyes widened considerably for a moment.

She didn't think Gareth would lie to her.

but--

What exactly is this so-called sacrifice?

Before Joan of Arc could even ask, Mordred, standing to the side, became excited.

This was something she had absolutely no idea about!

In this troublemaker's memory, both his adoptive mother Artoria and his birth mother Morgan always referred to his father as a hero.

but--!

The two of them seemed to have agreed on this beforehand, never going into detail about why they called him that.

Now Mordred is finally able to glean some of the truth from Gareth.

She certainly wouldn't miss such an opportunity!

After all, this doubt had been with her for many years!

"..."

Seeing that her younger sister Mordred seemed to care quite a bit about what had just been said, and that her Master Jeanne had no objections, she was deeply moved.

After a moment of silence, Gareth continued:

“Father… was actually the one who killed Vortigern.”

"Oh no."

"It shouldn't be called killing, it should be called mutual destruction."

"..."

This time it was Mordred's turn to be surprised.

"They died together?"

"Yes."

Gareth looked at his sister, his eyes filled with memories of that experience.

"My father died together with Vortigern."

“I was there at the time.”

"Then why is everyone saying that the person who killed Vortigern was Second Mother?" Mordred pressed.