Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

"..."

Ian's heart trembled.

He realized that this didn't seem like something to discuss loudly here.

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

"Okay, okay..."

Ophelia's mind was still on Clarent, which Mordred had handed over.

"Take your time."

And so—

Mordred followed Ian into the hallway outside.

But her clothes were still a bit unique for this era.

Borrowing Ophelia's clothes wasn't a good idea either.

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

Fortunately, the rooms of the Master candidates weren't far apart.

They didn't encounter anyone else along the way.

With a snap.

The door opened.

They entered Ian's room.

"By the way—"

Ian took out a set of his clothes.

"Do you mind wearing men's clothes?"

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

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

Mordred happily took the clothes from Ian.

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

As she said this, the girl was about to take off her clothes, which matched the British era.

Ian quickly stopped her.

"Mordred, what are you doing?"

"Changing clothes!"

Mordred looked at Ian in confusion.

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

"Why change here?"

"Eh? But that's what I always do!"

Mordred blinked her green eyes.

"You always do this?"

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

If that was the case, Ian would wonder if his education for them was lacking.

"Oh, no!" Mordred shook her head.

"They leave the room I'm in and block all the places where you can see inside, and stand outside with their backs to me, holding swords and saying to passersby..."

"Say?"

"They say, 'Don't come over, or don't blame us for being impolite.'"

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed.

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

Gawain and many other brothers also loved this youngest sister.

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

Ian's tone softened.

"You can't do that here."

"You should hide from others when you change clothes."

"..."

"Oh~" Mordred nodded with a smile.

"I understand!"

A few minutes later.

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

It had to be said.

She did have a refreshing feeling wearing these clothes.

And it seemed that because she was a "Servant" "transformed" from Artoria Pendragon's (Saber) data in the simulation battle.

So Mordred's appearance retained many of Artoria's "parts."

But in essence, she was still Morgan's child—so she didn't completely lose Morgan's influence.

And the combination of these two was quite a shock to Ian.

He felt that Artoria was standing in front of him, and also felt that it was Morgan.

Unconsciously, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Eh?!"

Mordred panicked.

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

"Are these clothes too ugly, did I make you cry?"

"..."

Realizing that his emotions were out of control, Ian quickly wiped away the tears.

"No."

"You look good in these clothes."

"And—"

Ian looked at Mordred.

"In private, you don't have to call me Master, that's for outsiders."

"Okay!"

Mordred was very happy.

"Father!"

Mordred hugged Ian.

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

After a moment of warmth.

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

"Can we hug later?"

"Of course."

Mordred pulled away.

"Father, what do you want to ask?"

"Of course it's about your mother—"

"What do you mean by disappearing?"

"That... it's like this."

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

Chirp chirp.

The birds' calls echoed in the trees.

If it were normal, Mordred would definitely catch these birds now.

But not this time.

Because her biological mother, and also the King of Camelot—Morgan, ordered her to come to her side as quickly as possible.

If she knew she was catching birds on the way, she would definitely be scolded later.

But catching birds is really more interesting than listening to people talk!

With this complaint, Mordred ran all the way.

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

Although it was a bit dilapidated and didn't match her status as a king.

But Morgan still insisted on living here.

Knock knock knock.

Mordred knocked on the door.

"King, it's me."

Although she knew she was Morgan's biological daughter, Mordred didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of her.

"The door isn't locked, come in." The reply came from inside.

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

Her blue eyes, like the sea, were looking at the sea of flowers outside the window—the place she ordered to be taken care of.

"King..."

"Don't be so polite, there's no one else here except us, call me whatever you want."

"Mother."

"Yes." Morgan showed a satisfied smile.

"Come here."

"Okay..."

Mordred came to her side as Morgan asked.

"Mother, you called me over so urgently, because..."

"Don't rush."

Morgan pointed to the sea of flowers outside with her slender fingers.

Even after some years, she was still so beautiful, as if her youth was eternal.

"Do you think they're beautiful?"

"Huh?"

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

Finally, she got a good answer.

"Mother, I don't know!"

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

"Is that so?"

Morgan's eyes were slightly sad.

"Then since they're beautiful flowers, why can't they keep the people they should keep?"

"Huh? This..." Mordred scratched her face. "Maybe it's because he doesn't like flowers in the first place?"

"..."

Morgan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Is that so?"

"What you said does make some sense."

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

"If you have something to say, it's better to tell me directly!"

"That's right."

Morgan pointed to a box on the side.

"Mordred, go take out the things inside."

"Okay!"

Mordred opened the big box that was quietly lying on the side, as Morgan said.

But the things inside surprised her a little.

It was a cross longsword made of silver.

"Mother, what is this?"

Mordred looked at the sword and was confused.

"It's a gift for you," Morgan replied.

"With this sword, you have the power to inherit all of Britain."

"..."

Mordred felt like she hadn't woken up.

After slapping her face a few times, she confirmed that it wasn't an illusion.

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

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

"You're qualified to take over everything."

"No, no, no!"

Mordred, holding the sword, waved her hands repeatedly.

"Mother, don't joke, how can I do this?!"

"Which of my brothers isn't more capable than me? Even if they want to inherit the throne, it should be them, right?"

"No." Morgan shook her head.

"This sword can only be picked up by you."

"Mordred, I won't allow you to refuse it."

"But—"

Mordred looked at the silver sword in her hand, her expression very troubled.

"Mother."

"Although I'm your daughter, I've never coveted the throne... your approval is enough for me."

"I definitely can't accept this sword as the King's approval."

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

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

But soon, she calmed down.

"Then in that case—"

"Mordred, what if I give it another meaning?"

"Another meaning?"

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

"I give it the name 'future.'"

"It will be the key for you to see 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 the same thing.

"Did your mother really say that?"

"Yes."

Mordred, wearing men's clothes, nodded.

"Mother said I must protect this sword well."

"So—"

"That's why I didn't want that person named Ophelia to touch that sword."

"..."

Ian reached out and tidied Mordred's slightly messy hair.

"You've worked hard."

"It's nothing~" Mordred rubbed her nose.

"Mother didn't lie to me!"

"At least now, I've really seen you, Father!"

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

Thinking further, even the fact that Mordred was transformed from Artoria's data in the simulation battle began to seem suspicious.

He thought for a moment, then asked:

"Then what happened next?"

"That has nothing to do with disappearing, does it?"

"That's what happened after..." Mordred lowered her head.

"The day after my mother gave me the sword, she disappeared."

"She didn't take anything, and she didn't leave any letters... she just disappeared into thin air."

Seeing Mordred's self-blaming look, Ian comforted her.

"It's not your fault."

"Your mother must have found out something to leave in such a hurry."

"But if that's the case—"

Mordred raised her head.

Her green eyes were full of grievance—the words she was about to say had been troubling her for many years.

"Why did she leave without saying goodbye?"

"Didn't I... deserve to know what she knew?"

"..."

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

"I think she just didn't want you to worry."

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

Perhaps it was the first time someone answered such a question.

Mordred's body twitched, and she finally cried.

"But I lost Camelot."

"I don't dare to be that King... everyone scattered, and everything my mother had, I lost."

"Yes, it's all gone."

"But so what?"

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

"Mordred, you probably don't know how deeply your mother was obsessed with the throne."

"Since she decided to give you everything, it means she must have figured everything out and accepted all possible consequences."

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

"So—"

"I don't want to see you cry about it, not now, not ever."

"Your mother must think the same."

"Father..."

Sigh—

Mordred took a big sniff of air.

"I... I understand!"

"I won't cry anymore!"

"That's right."

Ian gave Mordred a warm hug, ending her grievance.

"By the way, Father!"

Mordred wiped the traces on her face with a tissue.

"Can you promise me something?"

"...Tell me what it is first, then I'll consider whether to promise you."

"Hehe, it's very simple!"

Mordred looked at the man.

"I saw a lot of strange things on the way here!"

"I really want to know what they're used for—can you take me to see them?!"

As always, the mischievous child's nature.

But Ian felt that this wasn't a bad thing.

While she was still interested in this world, he decided to put his questions aside for a while.

"Okay."

"Let's go take a look."

"Yay~"

Mordred naturally took her father's hand and went out together, looking very close.

But as soon as they opened the door, a figure stood in front of them.

It was Mash, her face flushed, holding a pile of things, about to knock on the door.

Clatter clatter.

The things in Mash's hands fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh.

"Se... Senpai!"

"Why is there a girl in your room?!"