Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 140 - : The Fading Aurora

"Guinevere, regarding the rebellion of the Cornwall nobles, let Mordred handle it. If it's her, she'll definitely handle it better than the other knights."

Moran, holding a piece of parchment, spoke to Guinevere, who was organizing letters nearby.

[Mordred was born through magical means]

[Though only a few years old, she had grown quickly, becoming a valiant and beautiful knight in just a few years]

[Beneath her mask, Mordred had a face as radiant as Morgan and Artoria's]

[As if combining the best of both]

[She was as pure as a fairy, as magnificent as a Valkyrie]

[The only thing that troubled you was]

[Mordred still had a childlike mindset, always basing her decisions on yours, never considering what she wanted]

[She was too dependent on you]

[She never thought about anything else]

[It's a joy to be relied upon as a father, but this isn't conducive to Mordred's growth]

[Aside from being overly dependent]

[Mordred excels in all aspects. She has Morgan's talent for magecraft and your combat instincts]

[Though she sits at the end of the Round Table, she is second to none]

[If she were to remove her helmet in front of everyone, no one would question her ability to become the next king]

[You feel both concern and pride for her growth]

[As one grows older, worries multiply]

"Mordred...? Dealing with the nobles...? What are you talking about?"

"What's wrong, Guinevere?"

Moran noticed Guinevere's puzzled expression.

He vaguely sensed something was off.

A strong sense of dissonance arose in his heart.

"Mordred... she's already dealt with the rebellious nobles, and you've already praised her... That was seven days ago."

"Seven days ago... I said that...?"

"Today, Mordred is planning to go hunting with you this afternoon. You mentioned it to me last night."

Guinevere put down the letter in her hand.

She approached Moran with a look of concern.

A heavy silence filled the air.

[You also sensed the source of the dissonance]

[Even as Guinevere brought it up, you couldn't recall any related memories]

[A sense of loss and confusion welled up in your heart]

[Then, you realized this was the price you had to pay]

"...Perhaps I've been overworking myself. I shouldn't stay cooped up in the office all the time. Let's stick to the plan and go hunting with Mordred this afternoon."

"Yes, please don't overexert yourself. Both Artoria and I are most concerned about your health."

Guinevere placed her hands on Moran's shoulders.

She massaged them to relieve his fatigue.

Though she was gentle and caring as a lover, she couldn't solve the root of the problem.

A deep sadness lingered in her eyes.

"These administrative matters..."

"I'll help you review them. Besides, Agravain can handle these tasks. You don't need to worry too much. If you're feeling tired, take a rest for now."

"Ah, that's familiar. It feels like someone once said something similar to me."

Moran couldn't help but sigh.

He was well aware of the issue.

Having Guinevere by his side at this moment was like finding an oasis in the desert.

"Mordred also has a good grasp of governance.

She may not be king, but she's quite capable in handling administrative affairs. Though she may seem unreliable, she often surprises people..."

"Are you thinking of having her take over your position?"

"Perhaps in the future, but she's still a bit immature now. I'll need to consider it further."

[You set aside the administrative tasks]

[Afterward, you and Guinevere stopped discussing official matters and instead talked about trivial daily life]

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[This time was quite enjoyable]

[Guinevere had a different quality from Artoria. Her love was as gentle as flowing water]

[She was the ideal wife and mother]

[In the afternoon, you went out into the wilderness near Camelot]

[Though it was called a hunting trip, it was actually part of a mission to eliminate magical beasts. Ordinary animals in Britain were now extremely rare]

[The number of ordinary animals was strictly controlled]

[To prevent the people from overhunting]

[The consequences of disrupting the ecosystem were immeasurable. This was a decision you and Artoria had made]

[Magical beasts were a different matter]

[They were born with a hatred for humans, but due to their small numbers, they couldn't pose a large-scale threat]

[Most magical beasts avoided humans]

[However, there were always a few troublemakers]

[When ordinary people couldn't deal with magical beasts, the Knights of the Round Table were tasked with eliminating them]

[The magical beast you and Mordred were to eliminate]

[Was a creature that had ravaged farmers' crops and even devoured human flesh—a threat that had to be dealt with—]

[The Magical Beast: Demon Boar]

The demon boar was as large as a two-story house.

Flames of hatred for humans burned on its body, and its sharp tusks could pierce through steel.

[Only you and Mordred were present as knights]

[This demon boar was among the top tier of magical beasts. Its appearance before humans likely had only one reason]

[It could no longer find food]

[Despite its fear and hatred of humans, it had no choice but to leave the forest in search of sustenance]

"Roar—!!"

[The demon boar let out an ear-splitting roar]

[It aimed its tusks, as long as siege lances, at Mordred, its hooves churning the soil beneath it]

[In the next moment, it charged forward]

[In the demon boar's eyes, the white knight was as insignificant as a grain of rice, as if a gust of wind could knock her down]

[It saw her as no different from the humans who had tried to stop it before]

[A weak and insignificant existence]

[However, this was a grave mistake]

"You bastard, don't get cocky with me!"

Mordred gripped her twin swords and clashed with the tusks.

She stood firm like a fortress wall.

Even as she withstood the demon boar's charge, she didn't falter. Crimson electricity surged from her greatsword.

With a forceful push forward,

A crisp crack echoed.

One of the demon boar's tusks was severed clean off, blood gushing from the wound.

In an instant, it realized its mistake.

This knight was no ordinary human to be trampled. Her small frame contained the strength of a dragon.