Ada was responsible for collecting incriminating evidence and targeting individuals who could be controlled, possessed certain abilities, and still had some use.
Scáthach's task was simpler and more brutal: eliminate them all, leaving no survivors.
Relatively speaking, Ada's work was slightly more complicated. It mostly consisted of technical tasks such as infiltration, information gathering, and theft, which did not allow her formidable combat power to be fully displayed.
Scáthach did not need to consider that much. She only needed to know the target, then pick a suitable day to play a real-life version of mowing down enemies in a Musou game.
"They should be busy outside for a while. Do you want to stay and watch the concert?"
Mordred had been rather bored lately. Sheryl's concert should be interesting, but the preparation period for a large concert definitely was not, whether it was the preparatory work itself or Sheryl, who had fallen into a workaholic state.
Sheryl currently seemed like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, and no one dared provoke her. Mordred had been avoiding her queen a little lately. In any case, she had sent enough manpower, so she would just let Sheryl work herself to the bone while Mordred quietly waited to watch the concert.
"We can talk about that later. I have something I need to tell you first."
"Wait. I've been sitting here listening to people talk nonstop since I woke up this morning. Let's talk while we eat!"
"..."
Ethan found that he seemed to have fallen under some kind of "let's have a meal" curse. No matter who he discussed business with, it always involved eating.
However, with his current body, no matter how much he ate, he would not feel uncomfortable. The food he consumed could be perfectly converted into energy without the slightest waste, though the energy converted from this food was almost negligible.
Serina had not reached that level yet. She had eaten too much earlier and was now sitting beside him with a glass of juice, listening to Ethan repeat what he had already said several times.
"Oh? A new world."
Mordred immediately became interested. She was never a steady person to begin with, and even after gaining experience and becoming king, she could not change the restless streak in her bones.
"I really want to go and see it!"
"I'll improve the Divine Realm further and establish a teleportation channel after a while. When that time comes, you can go directly whenever you want to see it."
Even if Mordred could not teleport directly to the Divine Realm, she could still travel there through the Venus. In any case, Ethan would definitely establish a teleportation station on the Venus.
"That's perfect. I couldn't leave even if I wanted to right now."
When Mordred heard that she could not go now, she did not feel regretful at all. Having just inherited the throne, she had a huge pile of things to handle and simply could not leave whenever she pleased.
Many people under her wanted to cause trouble. Even though she had dealt with a few particularly arrogant ones, it had only temporarily suppressed the problems.
It was not until Ada and Scáthach finished their round and returned that her unruly subordinates were initially suppressed. Only then could she begin taking action, slowly promoting those she could trust and replacing the original people.
Only after replacing her subordinates with trustworthy people would she have enough free time. By her preliminary estimate, this work could not be completely finished without at least ten years.
So she was not in a hurry at all. She would just go after she finished her work.
After Ethan finished speaking, Mordred also finished eating. With her personality, she naturally could not settle down quietly. She dragged Ethan around everywhere. This world had been thoroughly altered by the father and daughter, resulting in a great deal of advanced technology, so even without using spatial movement magic, they could visit many places in a very short time.
Mordred took Ethan to see the base of her newly formed Royal Guard, including the subordinates she had recruited from various worlds. At present, they were all placed within the Royal Guard according to the organizational structure. People like Shepard, Krauser, Ozma, and others were also responsible for teaching the elite soldiers recruited from various units, instructing them in advanced combat techniques and how to use various pieces of equipment.
According to Mordred, the Royal Guard could already skillfully use various advanced equipment and possessed space combat capabilities. They were currently improving their fighter pilot skills.
Only the elite of the elite who completed all courses would become official members of the Royal Guard.
After becoming Royal Knights, these individuals' status and position would undergo a complete transformation. Therefore, no matter how difficult or tiring the training was, these soldiers had no complaints. They gritted their teeth and endured, striving to be the ones who remained.
"After a while, I'll need a large amount of basic enhancement potions."
What Mordred wanted was not the kind used by the ship's crew, but the "lowest-grade enhancement potion" that would not increase lifespan, only extend an individual's peak period, and develop the body to its limit.
Annette had a lot of this type of potion. Ethan told her to go directly to Annette if she needed it. The Venus did not stockpile this kind of "low-grade potion."
Mordred continued taking Ethan to visit various research institutions. She was clearly preparing for space travel. Ethan had seen the plan she had set: first, manufacture various pieces of equipment separately and launch them into orbit, then complete the final splicing and assembly in orbit. Once the spaceport and space dock were completed, they would have the foundation for manufacturing large spacecraft.
As for resources? As long as those two goals could be achieved, the vastness of space contained more than enough resources for them to use.
"My goal is to transform the kingdom into an interstellar civilization capable of venturing into deep space within fifty years!"
Mordred declared her ambition with great momentum, but in the very next second, she threw the surrounding researchers into chaos.
"Then I can retire!"
Looking at the constipated expressions of the people around her, who wanted to persuade her but did not dare, Ethan felt that these people were quite unlucky to have to work for a king like Mordred.
She was just a willful brat. Even after so many years, her nature had not changed.
He did not think there was anything wrong with retiring after fifty years. Many famous emperors in history had not necessarily sat on the throne for fifty years, and quite a few had not even lived to be fifty.
Although Mordred's situation was special, and living for five hundred years would not be difficult for her if she wanted to, governing with all her might for fifty years could also be considered completing her task.
But thinking about retirement right after inheriting the throne, was this guy Mordred already tired of the endless work?
"If you want to abdicate, you'll need an heir, right?"
Arthur in this world had only left behind Mordred as his child. Mordred currently had no descendants. If she wanted to abdicate, who should the throne be handed to? A close relative, like one of Gawain's descendants? Or was Mordred planning to reform the kingdom's system?
"Just have one."
Mordred did not think this was a problem at all. Her expression made Ethan feel as if he were the idiot here.
"Who will give birth?"
As the saying goes, yuri may be wonderful, but... hmph, hmph, hmph!
"That's the queen's job, so of course it'll be Sheryl!"
Mordred rubbed her chin, seemingly calculating something.
"However, if I retire in fifty years, then to ensure the child can inherit the throne at a suitable age, they can't be born too early... or too late. I don't want to endure a few more years just to wait for the child to grow up."
"..."
Ethan silently mourned for the people of this world for a few seconds. What an irresponsible king she sounded like. Then he suddenly realized something: this was a world with magic, and it really would not be difficult for Mordred and Sheryl to have a child.
Over the next few days, Ethan and Serina stayed in Camelot, waiting for Ada and Scáthach to return while wandering around with Mordred.
Mordred had finally found an excuse. During this period, she avoided handling matters whenever possible, leaving most things for Galahad to deal with. The small portion of matters Galahad could not decide on would be organized by him, gathered together, and sent to Mordred.
Seeing Mordred act like this always gave people the illusion that "this country is doomed sooner or later!" In reality, Mordred knew that most of these matters were "deliberately created by those people," so she simply could not be bothered to deal with them, because Ada and Scáthach had gone to solve those problems.
Now, no matter how much she struggled, these troubles would only reappear before her in a different form, so why should she waste that time and energy?
Indeed, as time passed, the matters placed before Mordred gradually decreased. This drastic method of handling things inevitably caused somewhat intense resistance, which led to frequent deployments of the Royal Guard recently. Even while in the palace, one could often see VF fighters streaking across the sky.
"It always feels like this could turn into a world war at any moment."
"Don't worry. Those useless people can at most cause small-scale conflicts. World war? If they had that kind of ability, they wouldn't have waited until now to jump out."
When Mordred said this, she still had some kingly aura, but it only lasted for a few seconds before she changed again. She tilted her head, rested her leg on the table, and unceremoniously began gnawing on fruit.
Galahad was not there. The one guarding His Majesty the King was Krauser, and he would not double as His Majesty's etiquette officer. He simply stood nearby, pretending to be a statue as if he had seen nothing.
Just then, two slender figures suddenly appeared in this garden, where no one should have been able to trespass. Krauser immediately reached for his weapon, but after seeing clearly who the newcomers were, he instantly returned to his previous state.
I am a statue. I have no emotions!
"Oh? You're back so soon!"
Ada and Scáthach, both wearing tight-fitting combat suits, deactivated their invisibility. Their figures slowly appeared before everyone. Neither of them had turned on their communication devices while working, so neither had expected Ethan to be here.
"Why did you suddenly come over? Didn't you say you were going to deal with someone earlier?"
"That trouble has been resolved!"
Seeing the two of them, Ethan knew he would have to tell the story again.
(To be continued.)