Chapter 93: The Child Shall Be Called Mordred
"Hmm... When I first met you, your parents had already passed away."
White carefully chose her words, glossing over the matter before continuing.
"So I truly don't know about your surname, but I do know a little about your origins—that you are not native to Britain, but seem to have come from Rome..."
Hearing this, Noah furrowed his brow.
It wasn't that he cared much about his background, but he simply felt there was something very unreasonable about it.
"That's not right... White, if I really came from Rome, then Rome's Age of Gods has long since faded. If I were Roman, I couldn't possibly have a physique comparable to—or even stronger than—that of a Briton."
Britain was still in the late Age of Gods, while Rome's Age of Gods had completely faded.
Although an emperor like the Sword Emperor, who could even defeat Lancelot, had emerged, that guy had also received blessings in Rome's Pantheon.
As for ordinary Romans, they were no longer the Romans of the Age of Gods.
The aura of Romans during the Age of Gods was even more intimidating than that of magical beasts.
But the Romans now were not the same as those back then; they were true humans after the Age of Gods had faded.
Such humans were far inferior in physique to those of the Age of Gods.
Yet before he obtained the Simulation System and became king, he was already a somewhat renowned knight. Not only was his physique not inferior to that of Britons, but it was even stronger than that of ordinary Britons.
His talent in physical fitness and combat was not lacking. Even back then, his talent was not inferior to someone like King Pellinore, though he probably still couldn't compare to monsters like Lancelot and Artoria. He should have been above average among the Knights of the Round Table.
But the Knights of the Round Table were by no means a height ordinary people could reach.
If he were a Briton, it could be explained as having particularly good talent. But if he were a Roman of this era... that wouldn't make sense.
Noah was puzzled by this, and White was equally unclear.
"I don't know about that either. As for your physique, it might truly be exceptional talent or perhaps brought about by the Star Performer... The only thing I know for sure is that when I first found you, your deceased parents were indeed dressed in Roman attire."
"And they seemed to have high hopes for you."
"It seems they were likely exiled from Rome, but they seemed to believe that once you grew up, you would surely lead them back to Rome..."
"If you really want to know, I can conduct a targeted investigation. After all, it seems you should have come from a noble family in Rome, and a noble family exiled from Rome over twenty years ago shouldn't be too hard to find if we really look."
Hearing this, Noah pondered for a moment, then let out a long sigh.
"Alright, if that's the case, then I'll leave this matter to you."
"But don't take it too seriously either. I'm just suddenly a bit curious about this. I'm not obsessing over it, so don't you obsess over it either."
After obtaining clues from White, Noah chose to wait for now.
He would wait until there was news before taking further action.
As for now...
Having temporarily set aside the matter of his true surname, Noah looked at the darkening sky and found himself once again preoccupied with another piece of information he had learned from Mary.
That was about Morgan.
Ah!
Thinking of this, Noah hesitated for a moment before heading toward Morgan's residence.
At the very least, he needed to clarify this matter.
...
While Noah was struggling with his thoughts, Morgan was also in turmoil.
Although she had reluctantly gone along with things last night, after calming down today—especially after seeing Artoria—she was overwhelmed with intense guilt.
Particularly when Artoria asked what had happened last night, and she made up a small excuse that Artoria believed without question, Morgan found herself repeatedly wanting to confess the truth to Artoria but lacking the courage.
...
So conflicted!
At the thought of all this, Morgan lay face down on her bed, covered her head with a pillow, and rolled around restlessly.
"Ah, I'm such an idiot—"
She muttered to herself.
Then, after stopping her movements, she turned over, still covering her face with the pillow but leaving her eyes exposed, and stared at the ceiling as memories of last night flooded her mind.
Her gaze grew distant, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her hands tightened around the pillow.
Aside from Artoria, she had no idea how to broach the subject with Noah.
She didn't know how to tell Noah that it wasn't Artoria last night—it was her.
At the same time, she gently rubbed her lower abdomen.
Originally, Morgan had planned to create three Fairy Knights, but now she found herself considering the idea of creating another knight before those three...
She had even thought of a name for this child.
A name that would work whether it was a boy or a girl.
It would be————Mordred.
At this thought, though her face was hidden beneath the pillow and her expression couldn't be seen, a soft, foolish giggle escaped her.
Just then, her door was knocked.
Morgan quickly put the pillow back in place, straightened her hair and clothes, and as she walked toward the door, her expression visibly shifted back to her usual composed demeanor.
"Who is it?"
Morgan's cool voice rang out as she reached the door and opened it.
She had finally managed to steady her emotions.
But when she saw who was standing there, she nearly lost her composure on the spot.
Because it was none other than Noah!
"Y-you needed something?"
Morgan knew that Noah likely still had no idea about what happened, and she wasn't mentally prepared to tell him yet, so she tried her best to act as if nothing had occurred.
Usually, when Noah came to see Morgan, it was for a reason, and he would always state his business right away when asked. But this time, he fell silent.
His silence only made Morgan even more nervous.
Noah himself knew this wasn't right.
He had rehearsed it many times on the way, but when he actually saw Morgan—especially when he noticed her trying to hide her nervousness—he simply didn't know how to bring it up...
But Noah wasn't the kind of person to hesitate endlessly in such situations, playing a drawn-out game of evasion until he could somehow detach himself from the whole affair and pass everything on to his disciple like some honest master.
He had to make things clear.
As for the matter between Morgan and Artoria... they were all adults, so Noah would do his best to handle it like one.
So...
After hesitating for a moment, he casually retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the Fairy Realm, which he had temporarily been using as storage space.
"...Would you like a drink?"
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