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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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Usurp Fate Plan

'Brother, are you hiding something from me?'

After Artorius went to Avalon, Mordred couldn't help but feel suspicious.

'Has he met another woman? The scent, though unfamiliar, feels strangely familiar.'

Mordred's thoughts were driven by the fact that Artorius imparted knowledge to her during their time on the continent of Europe, whereas his interactions with Vivian occurred while he was still in Britain. This made her feel both familiar and unable to discern the truth.

If this situation continues, it will surely worsen.

Suspicion will breed.

And eventually, transform into jealousy and hatred.

Mordred might turn into Mordred Alter, launching a rebellious act against her beloved big brother.

But Artorius would never let that happen.

To make such a thing occur, the seeds of suspicion must be discarded, and other seeds of emotions must be sown abundantly. Let Mordred continue, and forever belong to him.

In other words...

"I went to find Vivian."

Artorius openly confessed his grand plan to Mordred.

"Ahh... um, why did Brother go to her?"

In other words, to alter fate.

According to the 'Proper Human History' of the TYPE-MOON world, after the Age of Gods, the Roman Empire would fall into chaos and fragmentation.

From the remains of the Roman Empire, various Germanic kingdoms would emerge.

There were 'prototype kingdoms' like the Ostrogothic Kingdom, Visigothic Kingdom, Vandals Kingdom, and Lombards Kingdom.

After these prototypes collapsed due to the empire's counterattacks, the invasion of the Huns, and internal conflicts, the world entered the 'Middle Ages'. It was during this time that the great and prosperous 'Germanic' entities, which laid the foundation for the future, began to emerge.

The Anglo-Saxons established England.

The North Germanic peoples of Scandinavia invaded the islands, conquered Eastern Europe, and laid the groundwork for the future Russia as Kievan Rus.

On the Iberian Peninsula, the remnants of the Visigoths and Suebi, along with the local Basques, took nearly a thousand years to counterattack and successfully occupied the entire region of Spain. They would become the future Spaniards and Portuguese.

The number of kingdoms established by the Germanic tribes was so vast, prosperous, and powerful that it became the stuff of dreams.

However, if one were to ask who, in the Middle Ages after the fall of the Western Roman Empire, had gained the most benefits and established the most powerful, glorious, and magnificent dynasty in Europe as the 'Germanic peoples', everyone would choose the same name.

Frank.

Originating from the east bank of the Rhine, the Franks then swept across all of Gaul. After experiencing three dynastic changes, they occupied most of the territories of present-day Europe, including France, Germany, Italy, Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Switzerland—the 'Core of Europe'.

In the 'Middle Ages', they were the most powerful, the core, and the most successful among the Germanic tribes.

They seized the imperial heritage of the Western Roman Empire and became the Roman Emperors—the epitome of the Germanic peoples. They were the Franks, the ancestors of Europe.

"What I want to usurp are the concept of 'Frank' and the fate of 'Frank'. Compared to Britain and the Roman Empire, which is fated to perish, why can't we become the fated victors, Mordred?"

Artorius's eyes shimmered as he spoke word by word to his most trusted sister, revealing his grand plan.

"Anglo-Saxons, the Germanic peoples who landed on the British Isles, are already within my grasp. But that's not enough. There are still thousands of years until the rise of the Anglo-Saxons. I don't want to wait that long. So, the Franks are the best choice."

"I discussed this topic with Morgan. She told me that, theoretically, it could be done. Though it's challenging, it's possible. But it requires a sufficient number of exceptional mages."

At this point, if it were an ordinary person, they would surely be astonished by Artorius's terrifying and crazy ambition.

What he desired wasn't salvation or clinging to the remnants of the old era in sorrow. It wasn't even about squeezing into the new era to secure a place among the ruling class. No, he simply wanted to usurp the most crucial fate of this era and make it his own.

How audacious it was!

However, the one Artorius faced was Mordred. She was the ideal subordinate he had educated and his most loyal sister.

She had little interest in almost everything outside of 'Artorius'.

Fate, the so-called greatest things of the new era, or any kind of usurping—all of these meant nothing to Mordred.

So after Artorius finished speaking, Mordred had only one thought.

'Oh, so my brother went to find that woman not because of her silver hair, red eyes, and big chest which perfectly fit his type, but for a grand plan. If that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.'

Those were words she kept inside, unable to voice them. As for the words she could say, she assured her brother, "Please rest assured, dear brother."

Like the most loyal and resolute knight, Mordred knelt on one knee before Artorius, bowing to him. "I, Mordred Pendragon, shall assist in fulfilling your wish!"

Thus, Mordred's slight doubt about Artorius vanished into thin air.

She remained Artorius's most loyal knight, his finest commander, his beloved sister, and his best companion.

Observing such an indescribably loyal sister, Artorius felt not only relieved but also moved, filled with abundant love for her.

Yet among these emotions, there was, of course, a tiny, insignificant, and inconsequential sentiment.

That is...

'Make Little Mo happy, so that I can find time every day to go to Avalon and play with Big Sis Vivian without raising suspicion.'

And so, during the subsequent journey, Artorius went to Avalon every day, leaving Vivian utterly charmed by him...

Several days passed like this before Artorius gradually began to change his demeanor and attitude. Every time he went to play with Vivian, he wore a worried expression.

When the fairy big sister asked, "Artorius, what's going on?"

Artorius chose not to tell her. This only fueled Vivian's curiosity, her desire for knowledge, and her thoughts of 'helping Artorius alleviate his worries to increase her likability in his heart'. These desires grew stronger and stronger...

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