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

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

"..."

Ian reached out to smooth out Mordred's somewhat messy hair.

"It's really hard for you."

"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 the "reunion" of the two people might not be a coincidence at all.

If you think about it this way, even the matter of transforming Mordred through the Artoria data in the simulated battle may start to look a little strange.

He thought again and again and then asked:

"And then what?"

"This has nothing to do with the disappearance, does it?"

"That's what happens next..." Mordred lowered his head.

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

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

Seeing Mordred looking somewhat remorseful, Ian comforted her.

"It's not your problem."

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

"But if that's the case -"

Mordred looked up.

Those green eyes were already filled with grievances - what she said next was a question that had been bothering her for many years.

"Why did she leave without saying goodbye?"

"Am I not qualified to know what she knows?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a while and 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 handed over Wang Jian to you, right?"

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

Mordred's body twitched and finally started crying.

"But I lost Camelot."

"I don't dare to be that king... Everyone has dispersed, and all my mother's things are gone in my hands."

"Yeah, it's 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 decided to leave everything to you, it means that she must have thought about everything and 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, not now or ever."

"Your mother must have thought so too."

"Father……"

hiss--

Mordred took a strong breath of air through her nose.

"I...I know!"

"I won't cry anymore!"

"now it's right."

Ian gave Mordred a warm hug, ending the girl's grievance.

"That's right, father!"

Mordred wiped the marks on his face with a tissue.

"Can you promise me something?"

"...Tell me what it is first, and then I can consider whether to agree to it or not."

"Hehe, it's very simple!"

Mordred looked at the man in front of him.

"I just saw a lot of strange things along the way!"

"Now I really want to know what they are used for - can you take me to see it?!"

The same naughty nature as always.

But Ian felt there was nothing wrong with this.

For the time being, while she is still interested in this world, let's temporarily stop her own problems.

"Row."

"Then go have a look."

"Okay~"

Mordred naturally took his father's hand and walked out together. The two looked extremely close.

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

It was Matthew with a red face, holding a lot of things, and was about to knock on the door.

clap clap.

The thing in Matthew's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh.

"Previous, senior!"

"Why is there a girl in your room?"

103. Mordred is spying on the woman who likes his father! ([-] words chapter)

Matthew was in a pretty good mood today.

Because she finally thought of an honest reason to contact Ian.

"If senior likes to engage in simulated battles so much, if I can help him find information on this, we will definitely have a common topic!"

With this idea in mind, the girl really found a lot of things.

She held the information she had collected by herself, and felt full of happiness from the richness.

but--

This sense of happiness has been shattered in just a moment.

Because there was another girl standing next to Ian.

Although it may look familiar at first glance, the key message is not at this point.

The two of them... holding hands?

Who is this?

Why can I hold hands with my seniors?

Matthew felt that his brain fell into chaos.

Mordred did not notice the abnormality in her expression. .

She only saw the information that had fallen to the floor.

"Hey, you dropped something, let me pick it up for you!"

"do not want!"

Matthew shouted almost subconsciously, making Mordred look embarrassed.

"Okay, okay..." the blonde girl retracted her hand, "If you don't need it, you don't need it, but there's no need to be so loud, right?"

"Eh?"

Realizing that he had just lost his composure, Matthew quickly apologized.

"I didn't mean that, I..."

"You're just worried about her breaking things."

Ian smiled and relieved Matthew.

"After all, these things look very important."

"Is that so..."

Mordred scratched his hair.

"Okay, it seems I didn't think enough about it."

After saying this, she smiled at Matthew.

Seeing such a carefree smile, the latter felt a lot less nervous, and then secretly glanced at Ian with some gratitude.

But when she found that Ian was looking at her, she suddenly blushed, lowered her head, and rubbed her hands restlessly.

All of this was seen by Mordred - this was something that he hadn't noticed just now.

She glanced at Matthew, then at Ian, and made a "√" sign with her hand on her chin, like a modern detective.

"Matthew."

"Yes, yes!"

"So what are these?"

Ian bent down and picked up all the things that Matthew dropped on the ground.

"It seems like you are planning to send it to me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Matthew raised his head and looked at Ian with a blushing face.

"Senior, you are right. These are all relevant materials for simulated battles."

"I collected them on purpose just to see if you, senior, can use them!"

"..."

Seeing Matthew's simple and straightforward appearance, Ian could not help but feel something in his heart.

He hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and touched her head.

"Thank you, Matthew."

"Well...you're welcome, senior." Mashu enjoyed it very much.

Seeing this scene of head-to-head killing, Mordred put his hands on his hips and was about to say something.