Shakespeare retreated, and Achilles also retreated, likely having received an order. Chiron and Fiore also withdrew, and we recovered Jack and Reika.
"Tch, next time I'll definitely crush you."
"You're quite a sight, Mordred."
"This much is fine. My Master won, but I only got a draw. Tch..."
Unlike Sisigou, Mordred feels pathetic for not being able to win. I patted her head. She immediately swung her arm irritably and brushed my hand away.
"Wh, what are you doing!?"
"Ah, sorry. I haven't been accepted as a parent yet, I just did it unconsciously."
"... Tch."
Mordred didn't say anything else, just clicked her tongue and turned her back. Maybe she doesn't entirely hate it? She's a child with affection deficiency. She's still a child under ten, so allowances should be made, right?
"We let him get away after all, Fergus. He was quite fast."
"It's fine. We just need to win later."
The Morrígan flew over regretfully and hugged me from behind.
"...."
Mordred glanced at that, then averted her eyes. A bit embarrassing...
"Good work, Fergus~! Let's quickly go to the reserved accommodation~!"
"Yes, yes, we have to take the other two as well."
Because of Spartacus, the others won't arrive until tomorrow morning, so we have no choice but to wait. Spartacus is a stubborn man too.
"I burned more, I tell you!?"
"I cut down more."
The two kept bickering even after everything was over. If they were their original selves, they might get along well due to compatibility, but perhaps because they are opposites as Alters...
"Why do they just look cute?"
"That's true."
As Medb said, to our eyes, it just looks like cute girls arguing.
"Now now, both of you stop fighting and let's go back. If you keep this up, I'll pull out your ahoge?"
""(Jolt)!""
The two flinched in surprise, with Jeanne Alter covering her head with both hands and Artoria also covering hers with her hand. An Alter is clearly the same yet also a different personality... Maybe they want to live freely.
"You, stop threatening like that..."
"... Jeanne, are you Jeanne or someone else?"
"... I am Joan of Arc. But... should I say my personality changed, or not? My memories are the same, but my power and personality have changed a bit."
"Hmm... I see. I understand. So Jeanne is Jeanne."
"..."
She stared at me intently, then turned her head away. I'll have to put it back later. I'm curious about her reaction then...!
We headed to a hotel on the outskirts of the village where the battle occurred, and for safety, I also got a room for Sisigou and Mordred.
"Separate rooms again?"
"Yes, is that inconvenient?"
"..."
Jeanne Alter glanced at Medb, who was grinning next to me, then shook her head.
"Do as you please."
So I took a separate room from her and put Jack and Reika in Jeanne's room. I restrained them with magecraft and carved runes for mental stability, so they'll sleep comfortably tonight and wake up around tomorrow morning.
As I entered the room like that...
"Don't tell me... you weren't thinking of just sleeping, were you♡?"
"Thinking of being with you made me hungry...♡"
"Come to think of it, the current me hasn't tried it... May I look forward to it?"
I wasn't thinking of just sleeping either. With just Medb, it wasn't enough.
Early dawn when everyone was asleep. Mordred, a Servant who doesn't sleep, left her room for a walk.
"How boring... I want to sleep with Dad, but why am I being left out? The Ruler sleeps separately too, so maybe it's fine? He doesn't seem ostracized either... why?"
Mordred was annoyed that Fergus's group slept together in the same room by themselves. Now that she was acknowledged as a child, she also wanted to sleep with Artoria. What are they doing~ She slightly opened their door, which wasn't locked. Mordred peeked inside the room...
They were sharing passionate love.
"Ah, Father is... like that..."
That majestic knight among knights, Artoria, who led the Round Table with charisma. She was on top of Fergus, laughing as if happy, letting out moans, and thrusting her hips like a beast, a female.
"Fuhwa... i, it's big..."
When they went on expeditions, other Round Table members were often bathing. She always hid her identity, wore armor, and bathed quickly alone when no one was around. Sometimes Round Table members suggested bathing together, and whenever that happened, she always saw at least one person naked by the lake. Typically, Lancelot or Gawain were like that.
Gawain, the man with the best body in the Round Table, and the greatest male, Lancelot. The demon sword penetrating her father, reflected in Mordred's eyes, looked thicker and larger even compared to Lancelot and Gawain. He truly was a man born with the destiny of being the greatest male of the Celts.
Furthermore, Fergus was dealing with not just Artoria but also Medb and The Morrígan alone. He truly was the foremost man of the Celts.
While this was happening, Mordred made eye contact with Medb, who was in the middle of it. She was startled, closed the door as quietly as possible, and avoided it, but...
"That woman..."
Medb was grinning and wiggling her finger at Mordred as if to say come if you want. Mordred, huffing and puffing with a red face, immediately went outside and cooled her head in the cold wind.
"... Dad, who said she never did it with Guinevere, is with that shrimp... no, he's not a shrimp. I thought he was just a pretty-faced weakling like Bedivere, but that's not it either... Should I acknowledge it? I've never seen Dad like that before."
Mordred had all sorts of thoughts seeing her, who had put down the position of king and was immersed in happiness as a wife, her face showing her true, unmasked emotions. Then she erased the image of what her father was doing from her mind.
"What am I saying... tch, let's go."
Thinking she shouldn't interfere with her parents' private life, Mordred quietly went into her room.
And then, after entering, a few minutes later, unable to resist the旺盛 curiosity of a child, Mordred peeked again. And this time, it was another scene.
"Underwear... is this kind of thing good?"
"Just being naked is good too, but these kinds of things are also arousing..."
"If you want it, it's fine... but it's a bit embarrassing."
"Ah, Father is wearing such underwear... wearing underwear like a prostitute..."
In the past, when Mordred acted as a knight of the Round Table pretending to be a man, she saw many women trying to seduce her. Among them were women who tempted her wearing only sexy underwear. Mordred was greatly shocked that her beautiful father was wearing such underwear. Subsequently, the second round began.
They shared love, supplying mana over and over, many times. Mordred kept dazedly peeking at the scene...
Before she knew it, several hours had passed.
"How many hours are they doing it... how prodigious..."
A continuous battle lasting several hours. The Morrígan couldn't endure and fainted midway. The innate slut Medb and the dragon Artoria continued mixing bodies with Fergus for hours.
"Gulp...."
Mordred, who had been watching, felt she might become strange herself if this continued, so she gently closed the door, went into her room, and lay on the bed.
"... Damn it."
Mordred buried her face in the pillow and tried her best to erase it from her thoughts... but her mind was already full of chaos.
Meanwhile, in the opposite room, Jeanne Alter. This time too, she couldn't sleep. She didn't peek like Mordred, but she heard the sounds and fidgeted, touching her own body.
"How foolish... what is this... not even a monkey, for hours..."
In the end, she couldn't sleep again like that, and dawn gradually broke. There was still time before the agreed meeting time in the morning. Jeanne Alter got up, tidying the blanket with a tired face, when...
Suddenly the balcony window opened, and Artoria Alter appeared through the window.
"What, suddenly. Why did you come through there instead of the door?"
"A window is also a door."
"Ah~ I suppose... I asked why you came?"
Jeanne Alter, who had become a bit sensitive and irritable from last night's events. Looking at her, Artoria Alter sniffed the room's smell. Due to dragonification, she gained a sense of smell surpassing beasts, and soon she smelled something and grinned.
"You, a so-called saint, were pathetically pleasuring yourself?"
"Eek!?"
"Fufu, are you a witch now? Then it's even more pathetic. Are you laughing at me? If you ask, that's true. I heard from Medb. The fate Fergus told you about... a fate where you eventually fall in love with someone, right? I know why you don't want to return. Isn't it because, as an Alter, you want to avoid that fate?"
"You, you..."
"Scary how dragons can sense things? Let me tell you one thing. Fate cannot be avoided by such trivial things. Didn't Medb already tell you the method? You have no choice but to choose either A or B. That was given as your choice. There's also the C route of suicide, I suppose? I know very well. While you are an Alter, that is different from a simple reversal; it's similar to a reversal caused by corruption. It's surprising that my hair has such power... Anyway, you are ultimately Joan of Arc herself, just with a changed personality and disposition. You are you."
"What are you trying to say..."
"... Be honest with yourself."
Then the Alter pushed Jeanne down onto the bed. She felt a sense of déjà vu from the time with Medb.
"Wh, what are you doing..."
"Your desires, your wishes, your emotions. You are hiding and turning away from them, just like my past self. It even evokes pity, you know? Joan of Arc."
"..."
"And yet, isn't your body honest...?"
Her lower body was still slightly damp. She blushed and resisted... but even with the enhanced strength from becoming an Alter, it was hard to repel the mighty power of a dragon.
"Ge, get away..."
"The body is honest, right? You, aren't you reacting to me now too? From what I see, you're open to both. Especially... now, you're full of Fergus's harvest, the pheromones of a strong man... Humans are also animals; females naturally get excited by strong males. It's the instinct of a female to want to bear the offspring of a strong male, to want to mate. It's the same instinct for males to want to mate with good females and produce offspring. Humanity was born from such instincts, and your parents also gave birth to you through such primal desires, didn't they?"
"Ugh...."
Artoria's breath gradually drew closer, and the血腥 smell刺激ing her nose... The smell of man was still vibrating from her. Because of that, Jeanne imagined the sounds she heard all night. Artoria stroked Jeanne's thigh like Medb did. She slowly moved her hand up to Jeanne's crotch... Jeanne tightly closed her eyes.
"Huh, well... I just came to give advice."
".... What?"
Artoria suddenly let her go and stood up. Jeanne was bewildered, and Artoria grinned.
"What~? As I said, you remind me of my past self, so if you're going to make up your mind, do it quickly. Deirdre, was it? I haven't met her yet, but I heard she also fell for Fergus's appearance or body first; originally, over time, such things naturally grow into love in the mind and heart. If you keep hesitating like this... you'll meet another love and be unable to achieve love for a long time. The choice is yours. I'm giving this advice because I somewhat like you, Jeanne."
"... I, see."
Artoria teased Jeanne until the end, then grinned and left the room. She thought about retrieving the ahoge soon too... but with the thought of lending it for about another day, she just left the room.
"How foolish..."
Jeanne tidied the blanket again and got up, when...
"...."
"..."
She made eye contact with Rikudou Reika, who had woken up at some point.
"... From when did you see?"
"... From when the window opened?"
"You saw everything!!!"
"I don't know what it is... but as a fellow woman, I'll keep quiet."
"Sigh... That woman did it on purpose."
Artoria already knew from the beginning and was a strong woman who didn't care about others' gazes.
"Making babies?"
"And what about you!?"
And Jack was already awake, and far from throwing a fit, she was fascinated and watching too. True to being the grudge of children aborted by prostitutes, her sexual knowledge was more abundant than even Jeanne's.