The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Yes." Mordred nodded.

"because--"

"She's missing."

102. Mordred and Morgan's last meeting (-word chapter)

"..."

Ian's heart trembled.

He realized that this didn't seem like something to be plotting out loud here.

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

"Okay, okay..."

Ophelia's mind was still on the Clarent sword that Mordred handed over.

"take care."

then--

Mordred followed Ian to the corridor outside.

But the clothes she wore were still a little bit unique for this era.

Borrowing Ophelia's clothes or something like that wouldn't be a good idea.

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 away.

I didn't meet anyone else along the way.

There was a snap.

The door opens.

The two men came to Ian's room.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian pulled out a set of his own clothes.

"Do you mind wearing men's clothes?"

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

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

Mordred took the clothes from Ian with a smile.

"It's not like I haven't worn my brothers' clothes before!"

Having said this, the girl immediately began to take off the clothes that echoed the British era.

Ian quickly reached out to stop her.

"Mordred, what are you doing?"

"Change clothes!"

Mordred, who was stopped, looked at Ian with confusion.

"Then go to where you should change your clothes," the man said.

“Why do you want to change here?”

"Eh? But that's what we usually do!"

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 this was true, Ian began to doubt whether his education of them was adequate.

"Oh, no!" Mordred shook his head.

"They will leave the room I am in, block all the places where people can see inside, stand outside with their backs to me, hold swords and talk to passers-by..."

"explain?"

"They would say things like 'Don't let anyone come over here, or else don't blame them for being rude'."

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

really.

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

Many brothers, led by Gawain, also love and care for their youngest sister.

"Okay...but then was then, and this is now."

Ian's tone softened a lot.

"You can't do that here with me."

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

"..."

"Oh~" Mordred smiled and nodded.

"I understand!"

A few minutes later.

Mordred, who had changed his clothes, appeared in front of Ian.

have to say.

She really has a refreshing feeling when wearing this kind of clothes.

And it seems that he is a "Servant" created by "transforming" the data of Artoria Pendragon (Saber) in a simulated battle.

So Mordred's appearance retains many "parts" of Altria.

But at heart, she is still Morgan's child - so there is no complete loss of Morgan's impact.

The combination of these two things was a big blow to Ian.

He felt that the person standing in front of him was both Altria and Morgan.

Unconsciously, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the ground.

"Eh?!"

Mordred suddenly panicked.

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

"Is it because I look so ugly in this dress that it makes you cry?!"

"..."

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

"not at all."

"You look good in this."

"besides--"

Ian looked at Mordred in front of him.

"If we are talking in private, you don't need to call me Master. That's for outsiders."

"Ok!"

Mordred was very happy.

"Father!"

Mordred hugged Ian.

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

After being so affectionate for a while.

"Okay, Mordred, I have something else to ask you."

"Can we hug and stuff later?"

"of course can."

Mordred pulled away.

"Father, what do you want to ask?"

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

"What's this disappearance you mentioned?"

“Well… it’s like this.”

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

twitter.

The chirping of birds echoed in the trees.

If it were any other time, Mordred would have gone to catch these birds by now.

But not this time.

Because her biological mother, Morgan, the king of Camelot, ordered her to come to her side as quickly as possible.

If she knew that I was stealing birds on the road, she would definitely be scolded.

But bird hunting is really more interesting than listening to people talk!

With such complaints, Mordred jogged along.

Morgan's room was still the same room she had lived in as a princess.

Although this place is a bit shabby and not worthy of her status as a king.

But Morgan still insisted on living here.

dong dong dong.

Mordred knocked on the door.

"King, it's me."

Although he knew that she was Morgan's biological daughter, Mordred did not dare to be too indulgent in front of her.

"The door is not locked, come in." The reply came from inside.

Mordred opened the door and found Morgan standing by the window.

Those eyes as blue as the sea were now looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window - that was the place she had ordered to be well protected.

"king……"

"Don't be so formal. There's no one else here except us. Just shout whatever you want."

"Mother."

"Yeah." Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"come on."

"Oh……"

Mordred came to her side as Morgan had requested.

"Mother, you called me here so anxiously because..."