Chapter 260: The Difference in Power

Morgan and Ritsuka Fujimaru observed everything calmly, showing no reaction. They were well aware of the relationship between Altria and Mordred, so they weren't particularly concerned.

...

Unfortunately, this beautiful girl didn't have any special stickers to offer.

Altria dragged Mordred to where Lott was waiting. She looked anxious as she propped Mordred up, then turned to Lott and asked, "Your Majesty, who is Mordred's mother?"

"It's Morgan," Lott replied casually.

Altria hesitated for a moment, looking even more nervous. "And what does that mean for us...?"

"Don't overthink it!" Lott interrupted her thoughts. Seeing her worried expression, he picked up a roll of paper from the table, formed it into a tube, and lightly tapped Altria on the head.

"Mordred was created through magic. Don't start imagining things that aren't there," he said firmly.

"Oh," Altria sighed in relief.

Mordred, watching this exchange, couldn't help but scoff. "Really? What's the big deal?"

Lott turned his gaze to Mordred with a playful, almost sinister smile. "Do you remember what Morgan told you?"

Chapter 211: Winning the Fight and Claiming Victory

"I'm never calling you 'Father,'" Mordred retorted, though a hint of nervousness crept into her voice as she remembered her last interaction with Morgan.

"Oh, really?" Lott leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "Are you sure about that?"

Mordred hesitated, then looked at Lott with a conflicted expression. After a moment, she relented, "Fine, fine! I'll call you 'Father.' Happy now?"

"Next time, say it with a smile," Lott teased, his tone dripping with playful malice, as if to remind Mordred that he was very different from the King Lott she remembered.

Mordred's real father, Altria, stood beside them, nodding earnestly. Mordred rolled her eyes, exasperated. This person... where's your dignity? she thought.

You can't just abandon your pride because you're working for Lott. You need to resist!

Mordred's thoughts were filled with frustration. If she voiced these concerns to Altria, she knew exactly how Altria would respond.

Fight? Altria would think. Why bother? The chance of winning is slim. Even if I did win, what then?

If I made Morgan and Lott angry, they might refuse to feed me! Do I want to go back to eating that dry bread mixed with wood chips? No thanks!

I'm just a young girl who loves good food. Don't ask me to do things beyond my abilities. I can face any dangerous enemy, but giving up my love for food? Absolutely not!

So, when faced with her daughter's expectant gaze, Altria turned her head away, pretending not to notice. You do you, I'm not getting involved, she seemed to say.

Mordred was left speechless, but Lott continued, "Now, Mordred, can you be honest with us?"

"Cut it out! I just slipped up earlier. If I were serious, neither you nor Altria could beat me!" Mordred declared defiantly.

Hearing this, Altria silently raised Caliburn. She knew she couldn't match Lott, but when it came to disciplining Mordred, she had absolute confidence. She made a move to draw her sword, as if ready to fight again.

Seeing this, Mordred quickly backed down, waving her hands. "Fine, fine! Next time, okay? Let's call it a day."

Altria, who had already beaten Mordred once, felt that continuing would only lead to a repeat outcome. Smiling slightly, she let her guard down.

Lott joined in the laughter. The atmosphere felt light, filled with a sense of playful camaraderie.

Lott then said to Mordred, "I was thinking, if you're not up to par today, I might call out Gawain and Galahad."

Mordred's eyes widened at the mention of those two names. Gawain's triple-strength state and Galahad's flawless combat prowess were legendary. She remembered well how they were almost invincible in her previous life.

If not for Lancelot's betrayal and Galahad's return to heaven, her rebellion would have been crushed effortlessly.

"Yeah, right," Mordred muttered, trying to sound confident. "I'd like to see you try."

Lott smiled knowingly, but inwardly he was thinking, This is for the best. I haven't even mentioned Melusine yet. Lancelot's spirit base combined with Albion's dragon form… facing her again would be a thrilling sight to behold.

After a pause, Lott continued, "Now, do you understand the gap between us? Given this situation, how do you plan to make a comeback?"

Mordred raised her chin defiantly. "We've faced enemies just as strong on our previous journey!"

"But did you fight alone, like you are now?" Lott countered. "In Uruk, you had the help of King Gilgamesh. Against the Lion King, you had Heroic Spirits assisting you. But here, in Britain, who will support you?"

Mordred hesitated, taken aback by Lott's knowledge of her past. His understanding of her previous battles surprised her, making her realize how isolated she truly was in this world.

In her previous life, there had been struggles between factions, but the weaker side still had some resistance. Now, however, the entire British Isles seemed unified against her.

The Scottish forces were weak and unable to mount any significant resistance, and Ireland was even less stable during this era.

Originally, she had thought that this timeline's peculiarity was Morgan and Altria acting out a conflict. But now it was clear—they were united against her.

This is absurd! she thought.

As Mordred considered her options, she realized there was only one force she could turn to for help. But...

"I told you, some things can be done, and some cannot. Some people can be approached, but others should never be contacted," Lott warned, seeing her expression.

"I know, don't worry. I won't ally with our old enemies. Just thinking about it makes me sick," Mordred replied firmly. She knew exactly whom Lott was referring to.

The Emperor of Rome, Lucius. As a warrior, he could face Gawain's triple-strength state head-on. As a ruler, he commanded a powerful Roman legion.

Although the Roman legions of this time were weaker than those of Caesar's era, Rome was still Rome, with formidable power.

But to invite Roman forces into Britain, to let them pillage Camelot under the guise of helping? The thought infuriated her.

When she joined the Knights of the Round Table, her main enemy had been the Roman Emperor Lucius. She knew his nature well and despised the Roman Legion's conduct.

Even in defeat, she would never allow Roman forces to enter Britain.

"Good. I'm glad you understand," Lott said, seeing Mordred's expression soften.

"We're willing to compete fairly, but we don't want to see underhanded tactics," he continued.

"What? You don't trust us?" Mordred raised an eyebrow.

Lott simply nodded.

"What!?" she exclaimed.

"Don't forget, you have a certain white-haired liar in your ranks. You know how low his standards can go," Lott remarked with a grin.

Mordred's face twisted in frustration as she thought of Merlin. She knew Lott was right—when it came to deceit, there were no depths Merlin wouldn't sink to.