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FATE: My Mother is King Arthur

Artoria: Artorius, my beloved son, the pride of all Britain. As the Prince, you are meant to inherit everything from me. My throne, my possessions, my holy lance and holy sword, the noble warhorses in the royal stables, and all the treasures in the treasury, including but not limited to the Knights of the Round Table. Mordred: Mother, Mother, what about me then? Ah, I see. Brother inherits everything from you, and then I inherit from brother. That's a happy ending, right? So, Mother, when are you going to abdicate? How many tables should we set for the wedding? Can I turn your scabbard into a surfboard? Reincarnated into the TYPE-MOON World as the son of the legendary King of Knights, Artorius was well aware of the 'history' of this world. In an age filled with chaos and war, where the Age of Gods was about to end, he decided to embark on a path opposite to that of his 'Father'—no, his 'Mother'. Follow his journey as he seeks to save his dear mother and his country from downfall by choosing the path of a conqueror. Just take it as AU. MC is a schemer/manipulative. === This is a translation. I'm translating as I read and making some modifications to the story if needed. The cover image is not mine. Original: https://www.trxs.cc/tongren/7918.html === Support and read advanced chapters at: patreon.com/VALRRR

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Chaos and Frenzy

"What's all this nonsense talk about loving the son together? You're nothing more than using us to get rid of the Dark Rounds and the Order of Avalon. So you can have Artorius all to yourself, right? You damn hypocrite."

"..."

XX's gaze began to flicker and dodge YY's gaze, proving that YY wasn't just blowing hot air.

"..."

Watching YY's indifferent expression, XX couldn't help but feel a sense of impending trouble deep within.

Even though she was clad in Holy Lance Armor Aahvalon, wielding the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad LR, and could summon cosmic support bombardments, she was, in essence, a cosmic hero. However, having just fallen victim to YY's sneak attack, her current state was far from ideal.

*Clang!*

Soon, the holy lance and the holy sword clashed violently. Their figures flickered, and their weapons moved swiftly, casting shadows of people and blades in the air.

Seeing the eldest and second eldest siblings engage in a heated battle, the other Artorias around them tactfully stepped back, creating a space for their decisive showdown.

Observing the indifference of these sisters to the unfolding spectacle, XX realized just how superficial the friendship of the Holy Lance Sisterhood really was.

"You rascal!" XX muttered, unperturbed by the indifference of the sisters. What did surprise her, however, was YY's strength, which exceeded her initial estimates by at least thirty percent.

'She's been concealing her true power!' XX thought to herself and then yelled, "How despicable!"

"Well, you're really deserving the title of elder sister..." YY remarked during the fight.

"Got stabbed in the back and still have this level of fighting capability. Truly worthy of being one of the three leaders of the Artoria Species. As for your accusation of me being despicable, well, it's a two-way street. If I hadn't hidden my strength, I might not have made it to today!" She continued with a mocking tone.

YY increased her attack speed while speaking, instantly gaining the upper hand over XX. 

"After taking a hit like that, how much strength do you have left? Submit quietly and let me send you on your way to the afterlife. Don't worry, I'll take good care of the son!" YY shouted with an excited smile.

"Never!"

XX gritted her teeth, determined to hold her ground against YY. She knew she couldn't afford to show any sign of weakness at this moment. If she did, the group of Artorias who seemed to be merely watching the show on the sideline would pounce on her without hesitation.

So, she had to—

*Buzz—*

In the next moment, a brilliant light engulfed XX.

YY had unleashed the full power of her holy sword, and its brilliant radiance completely consumed her.

"What the?!"

XX exclaimed in shock. Unleashing Noble Phantasm in this place should have been a grave mistake, but at this point, she felt it was perfectly justified.

The battle had reached a white-hot intensity, who cared about discretion anymore?

'Dammit...'

'Is it going to end here?'

'I haven't even had a chance to meet the son face-to-face yet! I don't want to be reborn so soon!'

While XX spoke with distress inside her mind, a profound sense of powerlessness washed over her; it seemed that her defeat was inevitable.

In the end, she fell at the hands of the traitorous YY. The other Artorias in the vicinity rushed toward YY, ready to congratulate their new elder sister and leader, secretly hoping to be the next traitor.

Of course, that wouldn't be easy, and they didn't have much time left.

Thanks to the reckless actions of two impulsive fools, F and S, along with the Saber Slayer, X, the most notorious troublemaker among the Artoria Species, the whole organization, originally secretive and cautious, has plunged into chaos and frenzy.

But it was understandable; with the greatest legendary treasure of the Artoria Species, known as 'One Son' right before their eyes, who among them could remain calm?

So, all the slightly intelligent Artorias knew that a massive turmoil was about to engulf this planet.

They would betray, deceive, sell out, battle, kill, and conquer anyone to achieve their goal.

Ultimately, the strongest and most ruthless Artoria Species would emerge, claiming the honor of conquering Artorius.

===

At the same time, in the Dragon Emperor's study.

Regarding the matter of the Artoria Species, the Dragon Emperor was completely clueless.

"I'll leave it to you, Sir Agravain."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I'll handle everything."

After such a long conversation, Agravain turned and left the study.

They had just discussed and quickly formulated a series of plans against the vampires.

A massive net was about to be cast over Orleans, ultimately dismantling the vampire presence in the city. Furthermore, their influence within the empire was to be severely damaged, all in preparation for the upcoming war with the vampires.

"Wouldn't this drive the vampires mad and prompt them to launch a war against the empire prematurely?" Morgan, who had been listening to the conversation the whole time, asked with a hint of concern.

"War? That's something that has already begun." Artorius said in a relaxed tone. Before Morgan could say anything more, he firmly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"You're talking too much. Do what you're supposed to do, Aunt."

This forceful attitude was precisely what Morgan enjoyed the most. Being increasingly inclined towards the 'masochist' side under Artorius's guidance, she blushed and obediently remained silent, slipping under his desk.

This was the special dynamic between the nephew and the aunt when they were together.

Artorius treated her roughly, using her as if she were a tool, and the more he did this, the more 'masochist' Morgan became. Their emotions heated up, and their mutual affection grew rapidly.

But just a moment later, a deafening boom echoed through the room, causing Artorius and Morgan to stop in their tracks.

"Was that... a light beam? A really powerful one at that?" Artorius muttered in surprise.

"Don't worry about it... *slurppp~* others will handle it..." Morgan replied dismissively while strange noises echoed in between her words.

While Artorius was still in shock and deep thought, Morgan remained focused on the pleasure derived from his earlier rough actions and focused on his 'spear' that went in and out of her mouth at this moment.

She was not at all pleased with this abrupt interruption.

Morgan cared more about her own feelings and pleasures than matters of war or politics. She hoped her nephew would ignore the noise and chaos and continue what they had just started.

Unfortunately, her wish was not granted as Artorius pushed her away without mercy.

"Go clean yourself up and wait for me."

He continued to playfully act like a 'sadist' toward her, then stood up and left without a second thought, leaving his aunt behind.

"You... jerk..."

Watching Artorius's retreating figure, feeling his contempt and humiliation, Morgan cursed under her breath before clutching the wall.

That rascal truly loved to tease his aunt.

'What kind of shower gel should I use...?'

As Morgan walked forward while supporting herself on the wall, she pondered that question with a flushed face.

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