Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

In the Holy City, the Lion King slowly lifted her head. Her emotionless green eyes seemed to penetrate everything, meeting Morgan's light-blue eyes from afar. Is this what Morgan looks like? Because the years had been too long, and coupled with her own divinization by the Holy Lance, the Lion King could no longer remember Morgan's appearance or personality. She could only recall some of the witch's deeds. Analyzing it rationally, this witch was a villain in the distant past...

The Lion King was somewhat unable to comprehend the current situation. Or rather, after her personality had been divinized, she could no longer understand human emotions. This was also the reason why the Round Table Knights felt their King had more royal majesty and was more just in all matters than before. After all, to some extent, wasn't this also a loss of human touch?

If you were to ask if these Round Table Knights truly didn't understand this, it would be hard to say. At least, having failed in their past lives, after descending this time, they wanted to make up for the ambitions they had not fulfilled. So were they just deceiving themselves like this?

"Morgan! To think you would appear before us now! What is your purpose?!" Gawain roared at the woman with light-golden hair before him. Seeing this woman, the destruction of Great Britain seemed to reappear before his eyes. He could not forgive his once-stubborn self, and he certainly could not forgive this nominal mother of his.

Morgan just calmly glanced at Gawain, then shifted her gaze to the city wall. There, the frenzied Mordred was still continuously venting her anger. If this continued, Mordred was destined for destruction, because after this battle ended, it would be difficult for her to continue venting the magical energy in her body. It was likely that Mordred would charge directly into those ruined cities, continuously attacking and destroying, until everything was reduced to rubble. But there was a finite number of those cities.

To be honest, a thousand years ago, Morgan had been very displeased that her children, one after another, had wholeheartedly assisted Artoria. But it was also true that her children had grown under the leadership and guidance of that Knight King, becoming one outstanding knight after another. This was a point Morgan had to admit after she had calmed down.

And now? Mordred was her most perfect creation. Even if she hadn't been a perfect success a thousand years ago, she wasn't a failure either. After all, King Arthur's reign was indeed brought to an end. The only small problem was that Great Britain had been plunged into destruction along with it. And for the Lion King sitting on that throne to have turned Mordred into this self-destructive state... was it that she was heartless, or had her wicked tastes reached a disgusting level!

A slightly evil smile appeared on Morgan's face, but she quickly adjusted it. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, making her heart, which had been calm for a thousand years, become so agitated again! It had been a long time since she had felt the impulse to destroy something.

"Aslan, we're leaving! That's enough for today."

After exchanging a long look with the Lion King from afar, Morgan nonchalantly fiddled with her hair, the magical aura around her gradually receding. This made Aslan's eyes widen slightly. Shouldn't they take this opportunity to press the attack? To eliminate these Round Table Knights in one fell swoop?

As if seeing Aslan's confusion, a strange smile appeared on Morgan's face, as if she were testing these Round Table Knights, or as if she were showing off her own confidence.

"Even if I eliminate them now, these unfilial sons of mine will still believe they did nothing wrong, that their King did nothing wrong. Heh, ridiculous. I will make them accept their defeat wholeheartedly. I will show them that I am not destroying them because I am the 'Destroyer of the Round Table,' but because their own actions are destined to be despised and annihilated by all! Is the one sitting on that throne a King of Men or a God?"

Morgan seemed to have no desire to say anything more to her son, who had become so foolish. She just raised her hand. The staff in her hand, like a long spear, reversed its grip and thrust forward. A black spearhead made of magical energy pierced through space, quickly stabbing into Mordred's four limbs, pinning her in place. Black flames rapidly condensed into chains, and after binding Mordred, they quickly retracted, dragging the frenzied Mordred directly in front of Morgan. Looking at Mordred, who was constantly roaring and trying to bite her, she directly raised her hand and slapped her across the face. Of course, this slap was definitely imbued with magic.

It was a crisp sound. Mordred's face instantly snapped to the side. Her originally furious eyes gradually calmed down, and the lightning around her body slowly dissipated. On her face, besides the handprint, there was also a string of magical sigils. These magical words, printed on Mordred's face, actually looked somewhat comical. Of course, this slap also served to temporarily suppress Mordred's berserk state.

"It's you! Morgan!" Upon regaining her senses, Mordred immediately recognized the witch who had left her with so much psychological trauma.

Morgan lifted her chin slightly, her light-blue eyes gazing at her cheap daughter before her, ignoring Mordred's fury. "You should call me 'Mother.' Also, have you calmed down? If you've calmed down, then continue to complete the mission I gave you—overthrow the rule of King Arthur. Of course, here she's called the Lion King, right?"

Upon hearing these words, Mordred's expression instantly changed, and her whole body lunged forward a bit. "What did you say?! You witch!!"

Morgan looked at the crimson lightning surging from Mordred's body once again and raised her hand. Her palm was still imbued with magic. Last time it was the right cheek; this time, she directly slapped her unfilial daughter's left cheek. "Have you calmed down now? And I told you, you should call me 'Mother.' Do you really think the person sitting on that throne is Arthur?"

Morgan let out a cold laugh. "It seems you don't know your so-called 'father' at all. Even I can see that woman is not Arthur. How is it that you, who follows and admires her, haven't noticed? How interesting. It seems the next time I have the good fortune to meet Artoria, I will have to tell her this story as a joke."

Morgan turned her head and glanced at Gawain, who was still holding his sun sword and warily watching everyone, and at Agravain, who was standing among the Purge Knights. She sighed internally. These two unfilial sons... they're a lost cause.