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Asher looked at the young girl before him with a rather subtle expression. He never expected to meet the girl in this way. Mordred, she was one of the Knights of the Round Table, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur, and also the homunculus created by Morgan le Fay using Artoria... That's how the story should have gone, but Asher had originally pulled the Sword in the Stone under orders, and everything went as Morgan wished. Naturally, Morgan had no reason to create another homunculus to oppose Artoria.
But this didn't mean that Mordred wouldn't be born.
Because the current Mordred was very likely born as a 'homunculus'.
"Did you hear me? Hey?!" Perhaps because Asher hadn't answered for a long time, the naturally impatient girl slammed the table. The wine on the table rippled, reflecting the dim glow of the candlelight.
Looking at Asher, who was completely lost in thought, Jeanne also looked over in confusion, then her mouth slightly opened: "Ash."
Asher immediately reacted, clamping his hand over Jeanne's mouth, then looked back at Mordred, saying in a low voice, "I have the ability to discern true names."
"Discern true names?" Mordred raised an eyebrow, then grinned, "That's quite an impressive ability. Never mind that, everyone here is pretty drunk. Come have a few drinks with me, otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight." After saying that, she casually strode over and sat beside Asher, crossing her legs and turning to look at Jeanne beside her. After observing her for a few moments, she muttered to herself, "She looks so much like Mother."
Looks so much like Mother... does that mean I'm Mother, and Asher is Father?! Jeanne's eyes widened slightly, a flicker in her gaze, but she quickly calmed down, gently pushed away Asher's hand, and remained silent.
Asher secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. It looked like Jeanne had understood his meaning.
"Here, for you." Just then, a wine glass appeared out of nowhere. It was the wine Mordred had just poured for him. Then she poured herself another glass. "Cheers."
Without a word, she clinked her glass against Asher's, then downed it in one gulp, slamming the glass heavily on the table with a satisfied sigh. "That's refreshing."
"I recall you're still underage, aren't you? Is it alright to drink?" Asher calmly took a sip of his wine.
"I am underage, but so what?" Mordred revealed a triumphant smile. "As long as no one finds out, nothing will happen. Don't let this fool you, I used to secretly drink when I was very young, hiding it from Father."
Asher's eyebrows twitched slightly. This brat...
"This is Miss Jeanne beside me. You said she looks a lot like your mother... I'm quite curious, who is your mother?" After introducing the girl beside him, Asher tentatively asked. Mordred glanced at Asher, then poured
herself another glass of wine. "No harm in telling you."
"She was King Arthur's wife. Later, Father felt being King was too tiring, so he passed the throne to her," Mordred said softly, taking a sip of wine. "As for her name, I don't want to tell you."
"Why?" Mordred looked Asher up and down, then annoyedly scratched her head, "I just don't want to, no reason." Perhaps the previous question made Mordred a bit irritated, or perhaps shy. She shook her hair and poured another glass of wine. "Come on, another toast."
After saying that, she was again the first to down her wine.
Asher took another small sip of wine, pondering who Mordred's "Mother" could be. Probably Sister Morgan, or Lily? At this moment, Jeanne, beside him, looked at Asher, then at Mordred. She opened her mouth several times, wanting to speak, but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back. Jeanne remembered what Gil had said before.
Back in France, the Servant Gil had summoned was a mature female named King Arthur, and that female clearly had a very close relationship with Asher. From this, it could be deduced that he very likely had a close relationship with King Arthur. And this girl claimed King Arthur was her mother... Could it be that Asher was Mordred's father?
Mordred picked up her glass and took another sip, then looked around at the messy food, muttering to herself, "If Mother were here, she'd definitely pig out." Asher froze, already knowing who Mordred's "Mother" was. Mordred was right; the food was indeed incredibly delicious. If Lily were here, it's likely everyone else would be drunk and passed out while she was still quietly eating. If Lily saw this scene, she'd probably complain about him hogging the food.
Just as Asher thought this, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but look outside. Could it be... that Merlin guy is livestreaming again? It shouldn't be. Merlin said he definitely wouldn't do that again. How could he not keep his promise Wait a minute, can Merlin's words be trusted?! Could it be that a group of people are watching a livestream right now?
As this possibility crossed his mind, Asher felt a cold sweat break out on his back. Not to mention Jeanne's intimate gesture just now, just Mordred alone was headache-inducing enough.
"What's wrong?" Jeanne poured Asher a drink, then looked at him with a knowing gaze. Even this girl from the countryside, no matter how innocent, couldn't possibly be unaware of what Asher was spacing out about.
Undoubtedly, the reason for his daze was this newly arrived Knight of the Round Table, Mordred.
"I'm fine..." Asher came back to his senses. Mordred beside
him again clinked her glass with his. Then, she looked at the wine glass in Asher's hand and frowned: "You can't even finish one glass? It's the same glass as before, and it hasn't been touched."
"I can drink it, I was just thinking," Asher drained his glass, then looked at Mordred, who was contentedly pouring him more wine, and hesitated slightly. "Mordred, I have something to tell you." Finally, he spoke, as if having made up his mind.
"What is it? Just say it directly," Mordred said carelessly, taking a sip of wine.
"I might be your father."
"Pfft!"
Mordred nearly choked on her wine. She coughed hard, and Jeanne beside her helped pat her back, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.
"You scoundrel, how dare you make such a joke! Even if we were summoned by the same person, don't blame me if I lay hands on you!" Mordred looked genuinely angry. She glared at the man in the black robe, looking like a furious lioness.
"I'm quite serious," Asher said.
"You bastard, still daring to say such things" Mordred finally erupted in rage. She reached out, intending to grab Asher's robe.
Boom!
Just then, a violent crashing sound suddenly came from outside. Asher abruptly looked up. The sound came from Gilgamesh's divine tower.
"Let's go see!" Asher immediately stood up and left the room, with Jeanne following closely behind. Mordred glanced at the two, scoffed, annoyed, and scratched her hair, then followed them out.
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