Otaku Witch

But it was clear that what the Knights of the Round Table needed was Dragon Mountain City, not some Perfect City.

Therefore, even though Dragon Mountain City was eventually destroyed, the subsequent reconstruction into the Land of the Dead, Nibelungen, retained the core structure of the old Dragon Mountain City, and its foundational framework made no innate changes.

But, whether it was the structure of Dragon Mountain City or the subsequent architecture of Nibelungen, it was all top-secret information in the Witch World, known only to a select few, clearly beyond the understanding of a teenage girl like Miss.

Yet what she just said about those shortcomings was all spot on.

This left Mordred slightly shaken.

Oh no, could it be that this young lady is my designer?

She could only speculate so, even though this guess seemed outrageous.

But recalling the professionalism that Miss exhibited during the entire process in the Shipbuilding Workshop, even if the chief engineer was the Great Forest Witch, and Miss was just the spokesperson for the Witch of the Forest, her professional capabilities were undeniable.

So, if it were any other teenage little witch, Mordred might not believe they had the capability to be her designer, but if it were Miss....

Therefore, after some internal struggle, Mordred ultimately did not directly reject the magic power flying towards her, and when that magic power merged into her body, a complex yet exquisite design diagram appeared in her mind.

Thus, the rebellious knight girl’s body shuddered once, twice, thrice.....

Her face suddenly went pale, and she stumbled back a few steps, finally having no choice but to accept reality, no matter how unwilling she was to believe it.

"Are you really my original mother?"

She looked at the young witch opposite her with a complicated mood, her voice somewhat hoarse as she asked.

In response, Dorothy also looked at her with a complex expression.

"If you prefer to call me Dad, I might find it easier to accept."

The homebody witch said so.

At this moment, she also internally complained about her good sister.

"Denisha, just look at the trouble you’ve caused."

Although neither side had laid all the cards on the table, Dorothy was not foolish. How could she not recognize the peculiarity of that previous Witch’s Night, and she knew that the dream-like trial had already become reality, and the culprit behind all this was that good sister.

Yet, whether it was the fourth sun in the sky or Pandora City with the Mechanical Church in the Underworld, she could still accept these. However, the impact of all that was clearly not as direct as the sudden appearance of this over two-hundred-year-old good son before her.

She suddenly got disenchanted with the whole Warship Girls concept.

Only then did she suddenly realize that if she were to build a warship, the created Warship Girls might not become her wife but more likely her daughter.

Damn, my dream is shattered.

Upon realizing this, the light in Dorothy’s eyes faded, and she became like a salted fish who lost her dreams.

What to build, this reality shipbuilding is indeed not good civilization, maybe I should just return to "World of Warships," because what you build in the game is the real wife.

The homebody witch, in the end, is not the kind of ghostly father who loves nurturing types, she knows them too well to act that way.

Wuwuwu, it’s so tragic, wife turning into daughter, what kind of ridiculous development is this.

Reality is indeed too cruel, the beautiful second dimension truly only exists in fantasies.

Of course, Dorothy is not the only one collapsing; on the other side, Mordred is the one genuinely having a breakdown.

Why, clearly it’s the first time in my life I’ve had a love at first sight, the first time in my life I’ve wanted to gather the courage to approach someone and become friends, but why, why did things turn out like this.

The rebellious knight girl felt more and more aggrieved as she thought about it, and finally ran away with tears.

Dorothy: "...."

The homebody witch froze in place, instinctively wanting to chase after her but ultimately stopping herself.

Truly a sin, forget it, better to leave the child some time to calm down, it’s not something easy to accept after all.

Moreover, instead of the tearful Mordred, Dorothy now needs to consider how to explain things to the sisters beside her.

Stare.....

The homebody witch could feel the death glares from her sisters, making her sweat profusely.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, atop the Dragon King’s chariot, the Itra.

Mordred ran all the way there.

This was her old habit; before, every time she worked hard to achieve something but failed to gain recognition from her father, Arthur, she would come here when feeling sad and dejected, seeking her mother’s comfort.

Yes, although Arthur was not a qualified good father, Morgan was certainly a perfect mother.

Miss Morgan’s bad habit was spoiling, but such a trait in a mother wasn’t too much of an issue; after all, what mother doesn’t spoil her children.

Alright, overindulgence actually isn’t good; spoiling a child is like harming them, and children can become spoiled. However, isn’t that exactly why there’s Arthur, the strict father, to balance things out?

So back then, the Round Table meeting appointing the two to be Mordred’s parents was truly a well-considered decision; theoretically, their characteristics complemented each other quite perfectly.

It’s just a pity that raising children evidently isn’t something you can count on theory alone.

However, regardless, Morgan still provided Mordred with ample maternal warmth; the rebellious knight girl’s relationship with her father Arthur had grown increasingly strained over the years, but in front of her mother Morgan, she had always been an obedient and sensible child, and the bond between mother and daughter remained deep and stable.