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When Mordred appeared around this top-tier warship with tears in her eyes, a figure dressed in a luxurious court gown, almost identical in appearance to Dragon King Nidhogg but with a noticeably gentler temperament, looking more like a noble princess than a dignified king, had already emerged on the deck of the warship.

This, of course, was Miss Morgan.

This Sister Ship came to the side of her aggrieved daughter, having already received the message from Lancelot, and naturally, she knew what had transpired.

However, she didn’t voice any consolation to her daughter, who was still struggling to accept the truth, and just silently took her into her arms, letting her feel the warmth of a mother’s embrace.

Being held tenderly by her mother, Mordred gradually calmed down. She snuggled twice into her mother’s embrace, messing up the beautiful court gown with her tears and snot, but Miss Morgan didn’t mind, gently patting her daughter’s back.

After a long time, the Rebel Knight finally wiped away her tears and looked pitifully at her mother in front of her.

"Mother Superior, eldest lady, is Dorothy really also my mother?"

Well, Mordred was quite certain of this by now, as she had just begun manipulating the Nibelungen inside her body to start a self-upgrade according to that perfect design blueprint.

And the few "congenital disease" problems that the Round Table Knights’ expert consultations couldn’t solve were easily resolved perfectly, and the upgrade of her body naturally made the Rebel Knight feel extraordinarily refreshed and in excellent condition.

However, the better her physical condition, the worse Mordred’s mental state became.

After all, this confirmed that the eldest lady was indeed her original creator.

Damn, what an embarrassing and mortifying situation, the first person I’ve ever felt a romantic attraction for is actually my...

The Rebel Knight awkwardly kept her head buried in her mother’s embrace, trying to suffocate herself within Mother’s broad bosom.

Really don’t want to live, goodbye, world.

Seeing her daughter had calmed down, Morgan finally spoke.

"Alright, I already know what happened, but Mordred, you need not feel ashamed about this. When I was young, such things happened to me too."

She said this.

"Uh?"

The Rebel Knight lifted her head in confusion, looking at her mother in puzzlement.

And Morgan fell into memories.

Well, her first meeting with Arthur was actually long before the Round Table began, back then she was already a bigwig ruling a part of the Spirit World, but one day a soul of a human knight girl accidentally wandered into her domain—Avalon.

Shamefully, she indeed fell in love with Arthur at first sight and even gifted her a sword as a token of affection.

Um, in fact, she was the true Lady of the Lake, and Guinevere’s evolution template was based on her, a true Spiritual Realm Creature, the Fairy Dragon. But later on, that unreliable fellow found her own path, becoming among the fairies the Weaver of Destiny.

And, even though Morgan later realized her love at first sight for Arthur was actually just the allure between Dragon Heads, she had indeed been troubled by this love at first sight for some time.

Thinking back, it was narcissistic, falling in love with oneself.

Speaking of which, Guinevere and Lancelot were similar too, not sure if this is the Lady of the Lake’s fate, or the Dragon Head’s attraction effect, nearly tying the dragon heads in a knot.

Of course, such secrets between Dragon Heads were not convenient to tell her daughter, but Morgan still encouraged her daughter to be courageous.

"Who says creation and creator can’t be together, you’re just her creation, not really her daughter."

"Uh?"

Mordred immediately widened her eyes.

She understood.

...Mother and daughter heart-to-heart talk...