The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

When the two are combined, it is a big impact on Ian.

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

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

"Eh?!"

Mordred suddenly panicked.

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

"Am I so ugly in this dress that I make you cry?!"

"..."

Realizing that his emotions seemed a little out of control, Ian quickly wiped away his tears.

"not at all."

"You look good dressed like this."

"and also--"

Ian looked at Mordred in front of him.

"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 tender for a while.

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

"Can you give me a hug or something later?"

"of course can."

Mordred pulled away.

"Father, what do you want to ask?"

"Of course that's your mother's business—"

"What did you mean by missing?"

"That's it...that's it."

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

twitter.

The calls of birds echoed in the trees.

If it were normal times, Mordred would definitely be catching these birds by now.

But not this time.

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

If she found out that she was picking out birds on the street, she would definitely be scolded later.

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

With such complaints, Mordred started running all the way.

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

Although the place is a bit dilapidated and not worthy of her status as a king.

But Morgan still insists on living here.

dong dong dong.

Mordred knocked on the door.

"King, it's me."

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

"The door is unlocked, 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 looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window - that was the place she had ordered to be protected.

"king……"

"There's no need to be so intrusive. There's no one else here except us. You can shout whatever you want."

"Mother."

"Yes." Morgan smiled with satisfaction.

"come on."

"Oh……"

Mordred followed Morgan's wishes and came to her side.

"Mother, you called me here in such a hurry because..."

"Don't rush."

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

Even though it has been some years, she is still so beautiful, as if she is always young.

"Do you think they're beautiful?"

"what?"

Although he didn't understand the reason for Morgan's question, Mordred still thought about this issue very seriously.

Finally, she got a good answer.

"Mother, I don't know!"

"But if you ask that, then I think it should be beautiful!"

"is it?"

Morgan's eyes were slightly sad.

"Then since it is a beautiful flower, why can't it keep the people it should keep?"

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

"..."

Morgan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"is it?"

"What you said does make some sense."

"Mother, please stop telling riddles!" Mordred said anxiously, "It's not like you don't know that I'm most afraid of these."

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

"Right."

Morgan pointed to a box nearby.

"Mordred, go and take out the things inside."

"Oh!"

Mordred followed Morgan's words and opened the big box lying quietly aside.

But what was inside surprised her a little.

It was a cross sword made entirely of silver.

"Mother, what is this?"

Mordred looked at the sword in front of him, a little confused.

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

"Take this sword and you will inherit all of Britain."

"..."

Mordred felt like he hadn't woken up.

After patting her face several times, she confirmed that this was not an illusion.

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

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

"You are qualified to take over this."

"No no no!"

Mordred, who was holding the sword, waved his hands repeatedly.

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

"Brother Gawain, who among them is not more capable than me? Even if they want to inherit the throne or something, it's them, right?"

"No." Morgan shook his head.

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

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

"But--"

Mordred looked at the shining silver sword in his hand with a very embarrassed expression.

"Mother."

"Although I am your daughter, I have never coveted the throne... It is enough for me to be recognized by you."

"There is absolutely no way I can accept this sword as the 'King''s approval."

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

After hearing this, Morgan seemed to remember some past that she missed so much, and her pupils opened slightly.

But soon, she calmed down.

"Then in that case——"

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

"Other meaning?"

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

"I gave it the name 'Future'."

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

"You have to take good care of it - because I might need it at some point too."

"This……"

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

"Did your mother really say that?"

"Yes."

Mordred, dressed in men's clothing, nodded.

"Mother said I must protect this sword well."

"so--"