The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

She just laughed at this for a moment, and then stopped.

"Mordred, come here for a moment."

"Good~"

When his mother Altria called him, Mordred ran over happily.

"what's wrong?"

"You can't just say what you said just now." Artoria said as she stroked Mordred's head.

"It will really hurt sister Wei'er's heart."

"Eh……"

Altria's words made Mordred feel a little ashamed.

She probably really didn't realize how much hurt her words had just caused to Guinevere.

"Sorry……"

Mordred lowered his head, looking very guilty.

"I shouldn't talk like that."

"..."

"It's not too late to realize it now." Artoria reached out and held Mordred on her lap, continuing in a more gentle tone.

"Mordred, I want you to be someone who is considerate of others. That's what a good child should be like, understand?"

"Ok!"

Mordred, sitting on his mother's lap, nodded seriously.

But not long after, she showed a puzzled expression again.

"But in that case, what is her relationship with my father?"

"..."

Facing Mordred's question, Artoria frowned slightly, and it was obvious that she was thinking seriously about how to answer.

After a while, she finally spoke:

"If you really can't think of her as your mother..."

"Then treat her as someone very important to your father."

"Dad is an important person?"

"Yes." Altria nodded, "He's the kind of person who would be willing to sacrifice a lot for her."

"Can you understand what I say?"

"..."

Mordred listened to his mother's explanation, then turned around to look at Ian who was still being blamed by Guinevere, and suddenly understood something.

"Dad is a very important person..."

"I see!"

【Mordred seemed to have come up with a set of his own logic that could explain all this.】

After receiving Altria's instruction, she clearly showed a lot more respect for Guinevere.

You are quite relieved about this - after all, it means that she still listens to you.

Is this what it feels like to raise a child?

[But at the same time, you also ponder the original blessing of the fairy in the lake.]

[Could this be the meaning given by the name?]

[Under such assumptions, you and Altria lived in King Liao Dekuan's territory for quite some time.]

[During this period, you will occasionally receive letters from Morgan.]

You thought it would contain thoughts about you, but you didn't expect that there was no mention of such a thing.

[And on the contrary, she seems to hope that you can keep Altria in King Liao Dekuan's territory for a little longer.]

[For some reason, looking at these cold words, your heart doesn't feel as sad as before.]

[Instead, I felt like there was no real reaction to anything.]

【"I see."】

"Princess, I will satisfy your wishes—please make good use of this time."

You wrote these words in your letter.

【Gradually, Mordred also grew up. 】

[Her intelligence becomes more apparent during times like these.]

You realize that you may not be able to treat Mordred the same way you would treat any other child.

You discussed with Altria for a while and decided to tell her some things she should know at the right time.

[Soon, such an opportunity arrived.]

[When she was eight years old, she first learned the true identity of her mother, Altria.]

"Are you the legendary King Arthur?"

Mordred opened his eyes wide, looking extremely surprised.

At this moment, her appearance already looks somewhat similar to Artoria. With time, she might grow up to be as beautiful as her.

"I'm sorry I told you only now, Xiao Mo."

Altria said a little embarrassedly.

"I just want you to grow up happier and more freely, so I asked your father to hide all this from you."

"Don't blame him."

"Lily, you can't be blamed for this."

Ian walked over, gently picked up Modred, and left a warm kiss on her head.

"We haven't used this identity since we settled here, right?"

"I'm Ian Pendragon."

"And you are Artoria Pendragon."

"Isn't this something everyone in this land knows? We're not lying!"

"what about me!"

"What am I?!" Modred grabbed Ian's sleeve.

"Then you must be Mordred Pendragon, of course."

Ian pressed his fingers gently on Mordred's little nose, feeling the cuteness from his daughter.

"This is the noble name of the royal family of Camelot."

"Eh--!"

Mordred's eyes widened when he heard this.

She probably never imagined that she would one day receive such a luxurious honor.

"Really? Don't teach her like that."

Altria pulled Ian's hand to express her dissatisfaction with this behavior.

She took her daughter from the man's arms and said.

"Don't listen to Dad."

"If you like the name Pendragon, you can consider it part of your name. If you don't like it, then just pretend you've never heard of it."

"Here I am—"

Artoria hugged her daughter a little tighter.

"Mordred is Mordred, there is no such thing as a royal title."

"Such a title is just a bondage."

"..."

Ian couldn't help but feel touched when he saw Altria's empathetic expression.

she……

He is probably the person with the most authority to say this, right?

"But I quite like it." Mordred said suddenly.

"I think it's very interesting!"

"My father is a knight, and my mother is the mighty King Arthur! So I must be a descendant of the king!"

"..."

"..."

In a sense, what Mordred said was true.

Ian didn't know how to follow Altria's wishes and correct his daughter's thoughts.

But when he thought about it carefully, this didn't seem to be an idea worth correcting.

If Mordred likes it, wouldn't it be a great thing?

"If you like it, then do something that matches this identity."

"Something that matches?"

Mordred felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary again.

"Ah."

Ian bent down slightly and then knocked on Mordred's little head.

"Since you are the king's descendant—"

"You should learn swordsmanship properly, otherwise you will be unworthy of the name Pendragon."

"Eh!"

Mordred perked up now.

But soon, she seemed to have thought of something.

“But no one taught me…”

"What a little fool."

Ian's hand gently stroked Mordred's head.

"My mother and I—"

"Isn't he your best teacher?"

687. Mordred's Happy Life/The Heritage of Camelot's Swordsmanship (4k)

"Eh?"

Mordred blinked his eyes, looking a little unfamiliar with what his father Ian said.

"Dad, can you and Mom still teach me this?"

"of course."

"Although..."