"What's wrong, why are you so down today?"
Zeus looked at the dejected little lion… uh! Little Mordred, and said with a hint of teasing.
"Mother, the homework the teacher assigned is so difficult; she wants me to write a poem praising the great King."
It shouldn't be difficult!
Zeus thought this not without reason.
Liya's achievements were enough for those idle… uh! wandering poets to sing praises for a lifetime.
After all, with her at the head, plus the current Knights of the Round Table, their reputation was resounding throughout Europe.
These deeds as subject matter should make her homework not difficult to complete, which means this child is just annoyed, right?
She doesn't not know how to write.
"Do you hate your King Father that much?"
"You noticed, Mother."
After being exposed by Zeus, Little Mordred wasn't embarrassed.
With a hearty laugh, she admitted the fact that she disliked Artoria.
"By the way, why do you dislike her?
She's not a bad person, is she?"
Seeing the admitting Little Mo, Zeus's curiosity grew even stronger. How exactly did the conflict between these 'father and son' arise? Could it be because of this that Little Mo betrayed Artoria?
"What's so great about her, Mother?"
"She's like a statue all day, always with the same expression."
"Every day, she doesn't even play with me in the training grounds."
"And she's also Mother's husband."
"The most important thing is that she eats so much every day, and Mother, who cooks for her, gets exhausted."
"Crash..."
Zeus looked at Little Mo, who was rattling off bad things about Liya, with a face full of black lines. She hadn't expected Little Mo to be so petty. No wonder in the original story, when the 'father and son' ended up stabbing each other, their dialogue was like that. It wasn't that she didn't care about this child, but that she lacked the qualities of a king.
"Alright, alright, don't say these things anymore. Be careful, your Father King might spank you."
Coming back to her senses, Zeus looked at the still-chattering Little Mo, she could only cover her forehead to stop her and threaten her a little.
"Moo! Alright! For Mother's sake, I'll let her off this time!"
Frightened by Zeus's words, Little Mo, to hide her inner panic, said haughtily. She looked like a little lion cub acting spoiled towards its mother, very cute.
"Go do your homework. I'll stew some ribs for you tonight."
"Oh yeah! Thank you, Mother!"
Hearing Zeus's words, Little Mo's eyes lit up. Who was it that said her Father King ate so much? Weren't you also a little foodie? Speaking of food, Zeus, who had been idle for the past two years, had been researching the cuisine of her previous life's homeland because she couldn't stand the days of bread, milk, and ham anymore. So Zeus decided to be self-sufficient and started experimenting. Probably because of her divine body, she learned everything quickly. Thus, Zeus conquered everyone's stomachs in three months, especially Liya, the big eater. While saying, 'How can a king enjoy such delicious food?', she would eat all the dishes Zeus made, leaving nothing behind.
Sometimes, she would 'accidentally' snatch others' dishes, leaving the Knights of the Round Table speechless. Then, every meal, the twelve knights would unite to guard against their King.
"Dinner's ready."
Sure enough, Zeus pushed the dishes to the Round Table, smiling at Liya and the Twelve Knights, who were looking straight ahead at the empty space on the table, as if they knew nothing. After Zeus placed the dishes on the table, everyone's expressions changed.
"This is my fish, Sir Lancelot."
"King, yours is over there, this is mine."
"Who stole my chicken leg?"
"Eh~? Where did my bun go?"
After Zeus left, a great battle erupted. Even the Round Table, which would later become a Noble Phantasm, was making creaking sounds and mournful cries from these violent individuals.
"Don't look, you can't snatch it from them. I left some for you in the kitchen."
Looking at Little Mo, who was drooling over the delicacies on the table, Zeus smiled and patted her little head, telling her what she most loved to hear.
"Mm! Thank you, Mother."
Little Mo smiled and hugged Zeus's thigh, then disdainfully looked at the 'fighting' crowd, and then trotted off to the kitchen.
"The Queen is truly virtuous! And so beautiful, without any airs, and she cooks so well. I really wish I could marry a wife like that."
Gawain, stroking her belly which looked like she was six months pregnant, sighed contentedly.
"I completely agree with that statement, but there's only one Queen in the world, and she's already taken. Alas! If only I had known, I would have proposed in Camelot sooner."
Percival said, courting disaster. She didn't see Sir Lancelot staring at her neck, contemplating where to strike. Even Liya's expression was a little off.
"Alright! Save your thanks for when Her Majesty the Queen isn't busy, and thank her in person. Discussing a woman behind her back, are you still role models for knights?"
Hearing her sister-in-law being praised like that, Kay was happy in her heart, but she also knew the limits. She stopped the two who wanted to continue praising, and then reprimanded them based on the code of a knight. After stopping the two, no one else dared to speak.
"Quiet down, we can now discuss serious matters."
Sir Lancelot looked at the Round Table, which had been tidied up by the maids. As the First Knight of the Round Table, second only to Liya, everyone below listened to her words.
"As you all know, the Holy Grail has descended."
Saying this, Liya looked at an empty seat and paused.
"We need the purest knight to seek the Holy Grail."
"To impart God's revelation to Great Britain."
"Do any of you have a candidate?"
After Liya finished speaking, she looked at the Knights of the Round Table, hoping someone would take the lead. After waiting for a long time, no one believed they were capable of seeking the Holy Grail.
"What do you think, Sir Lancelot?"
Reluctantly, Liya asked Sir Lancelot, who was sitting beside her. She really couldn't find a suitable person.
"Uh! King, I do have a candidate, but if she fails..."
"Don't talk about failure or success. Right now, we need to seek the Holy Grail."
Stopping Sir Lancelot, Liya actually didn't want to seek any Holy Grail, but her teacher Merlin told her that this Holy Grail could help her better guide the people, which is why she wanted to send a knight.
"Who is so highly regarded by Sir Lancelot? Tell me her name."
"Yes, King, her name is Galahad, an orphan I adopted."
Sir Lancelot told Liya the name of her adopted daughter. She believed that with Galahad's pure heart, she would definitely obtain the Holy Grail.
"Alright! Let this brave knight seek that sacred Holy Grail!"
Liya nodded without hesitation, deciding that Galahad would seek the Holy Grail.
"Yes, King, that child will surely be very happy to undertake such a great task."
Sir Lancelot would never have imagined that this would cost her adopted daughter's life.
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