The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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"Don't rush yet."

Morgan pointed with a slender finger at the sea of flowers outside.

Even though she is already some years old, she is still so beautiful, as if she is forever young.

"Do you think they are beautiful?"

"what?"

Although he didn't understand why Morgan asked this, Mordred still thought about this question very seriously.

Finally, she got a good answer.

"Mother, I don't know!"

"But since you asked, I think she should be beautiful!"

"is it?"

Morgan's eyes were slightly sad.

"Since it is a beautiful flower, why can't it keep the person it is meant to be with?"

"Ah? This..." Mordred scratched his face, "Maybe it's because he doesn't like flowers?"

"..."

Morgan was stunned at first, then he laughed.

"is it?"

"What you said does make some sense."

"Mother, please stop telling riddles!" Mordred said anxiously, "You know I'm most afraid of these."

"If you have anything to say, it would be better to tell me directly!"

"Right."

Morgan pointed to a box nearby.

"Mordred, go and get the things out of there."

"Oh!"

Mordred followed Morgan's instructions and opened the large box lying quietly beside him.

But the contents inside surprised her a little.

It was a long cross sword made entirely of silver.

"Mother, what is this?"

Mordred looked at the sword in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"It's my gift to you," Morgan replied.

"Take this sword, and you will have the right to inherit all of Britain."

"..."

Mordred felt like he was still asleep.

After slapping her face several times, she was sure it was not an illusion.

"Mother, is this the sword that symbolizes the king?"

"Yes, my son," Morgan said with a smile.

"You are now qualified to take over this."

"No no no!"

Mordred, holding the sword, waved his hands repeatedly.

"Mother, please stop joking. How can I do such a thing?!"

"Which of Brother Gawain and the others is not more capable than me? Even if we have to inherit the throne, it should be them, right?"

"No." Morgan shook his head.

"This sword can only be held by you."

"Mordred, I will not allow you to refuse it."

"But--"

Mordred looked at the sword in his hand that was shining with silver light, and his expression seemed very embarrassed.

"Mother."

"Although I am your daughter, I have never thought of coveting the throne...Being recognized by you is enough for me."

"I absolutely cannot accept this sword as a sign of approval from the 'King'."

"I will only be a knight of Britain, and that will never change."

Hearing this, Morgan seemed to recall some past events that she missed very much, and her pupils slightly widened.

But soon, she calmed down.

"In that case—"

"Mordred, what if I give it other meanings?"

"What other meaning?"

"Yeah." Morgan reached out and tidied Mordred's slightly messy hair.

"I named it 'Future'."

"It will be the key to you meeting your father."

"You must protect it well - because I may need it at some point."

"This……"

Mordred in the memory and Ian in reality said exactly the same words.

"Did your mother really say that?"

"Yes."

Mordred, who was dressed in men's clothing, nodded.

"My mother told me to protect this sword well."

"so--"

"I don't want that person named Ophelia to touch the sword."

"..."

Ian reached out and tidied Mordred's messy hair.

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

"Nothing~" Mordred wiped his nose.

"Mother is not lying to me!"

"At least now, I really see you, father!"

Mordred's words made Ian realize that their "reunion" might not be a coincidence at all.

If you think about it this way, even the fact that Mordred was transformed through Altria's data in the simulated battle might start to seem a little strange.

He thought again and again, and then asked:

"Then what?"

"This has nothing to do with the disappearance, right?"

"That's what happened later..." Mordred lowered his head.

"After my mother gave me the sword, she disappeared the next day."

"She didn't take anything with her, nor did she leave any letters... She just disappeared into thin air."

Seeing that Mordred seemed to be blaming herself, Ian began to comfort her.

"It's not your problem."

"Your mother must have known something, that's why she left in such a hurry."

"But if that's the case—"

Mordred looked up.

Those green eyes were already filled with grievance - the next words she spoke were questions that had been bothering her for years.

"Why did she leave without saying goodbye?"

"Don't I have the right to know what she knows?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then replied with a smile.

"Then I think maybe she just doesn't want you to worry."

"After all, she loves you so much that she even gave you the King's Sword, didn't she?"

This is probably the first time someone has answered such a question.

Mordred's body twitched and he finally started crying.

"But I lost Camelot."

"I don't dare to be that king...Everyone has dispersed, and all of my mother's things have been lost in my hands."

"Yeah, all gone."

"But so what?"

Ian picked up the tissue beside him and wiped the tears from the corners of Mordred's eyes.

"Mordred, you may not know how deeply your mother is obsessed with the throne."

"Since she has decided to leave everything to you, it means that she must have thought everything through and calmly accepted all possible consequences."

"This of course also includes the failures you may encounter in the future."

"so--"

"I don't want to see you cry about this, now or ever."

"Your mother must have thought so, too."

"Father……"

hiss--

Mordred took a sharp breath of air through his nose.

"I...I know!"

"I won't cry anymore!"

"now it's right."

Ian gave Mordred a warm hug, putting an end to the girl's grievances.

"That's right, father!"