Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

She will take good care of you, even if that's just how she is, but she'll start talking more.

When we were little, my younger sister was quite a troublemaker and often got me into a lot of trouble.

She also likes to dig potatoes in other people's fields, getting herself covered in mud, forcing me to force myself to bathe her while I'm disgusted.

By the way, I need to say this first: please, whatever you do, don't let me see any bugs.

Surprisingly, this witch was remarkably similar to Ash; they were both terrified of insects.

You silently remember the witch's change.

As time goes by, you gradually grow up.

[He could speak at the age of 1 and kill a baby monster pig like a chicken at the age of 3]

The talent you've displayed has even surprised Morgan himself, who can't help but compare you to Artoria.

[I've noticed that you seem to be more capable.]

[The power displayed by this mere human is unmatched even by dragons.]

Morgan is more satisfied with his plan.

[If you grow a little older, Morgan will definitely send you to spar with Artoria to prove her judgment.]

"Vortigern is nothing; I, Morgan, can kill it without Artoria's power!"

[Artoria is still the same little cat that used to follow me around, completely posing no threat whatsoever!]

Looking at Morgan's smug expression, you didn't know what to say, but you still didn't hold out much hope.

[His power has been sealed away too much; he only retains his knowledge and innate physical strength. It would be extremely difficult for him to defeat Vortigern, who hovers over Camelot.]

However, it's not without a chance; at most, it would just mean paying the price of a few days of pain, which is still acceptable.

Your abilities have made Morgan value you even more.

[Not only as a mother, but also as an older sister, doing everything possible to provide warmth and comfort to your family.]

[At age 5, from this moment on, Morgan stopped letting you grow up freely and adopted the educational methods used by the Roman Empire for royal children.]

Morgan's intentions were very clear: she wanted to become the only emperor of Britain.

Are you willing to help her fulfill this wish?

[After all, she raised you for so many years without causing any trouble, and even doted on you more and more. Naturally, she was willing to help him become the Emperor of Britain.]

A mere throne is still too weak.

[Just have some fun!]

[Since the Age of Gods in Britain will eventually fade away, we might as well take advantage of this time to accomplish something great.]

Time flies, you're 8 years old now, and you've already grown to 1.7 meters tall.

[Such rapid growth even prompted Morgan to remark on it.]

Artoria is no match for my Xiao Lin.

Since you are from another planet and not a local, Morgan did not give you a name; you had to choose one.

Of course, you used your real name without hesitation.

"Eight years have passed. I can't believe how much you've grown up. You look so handsome."

Morgan was like a loving mother, gently stroking the black hair of the boy who could stand beside her with her fingers.

"Sister, you are even more beautiful than before."

Yinglin spoke with utmost seriousness, which delighted the witch in front of him. She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her fingertips involuntarily landing on his chest.

"Do you know why your sister won't let you call me 'Mom'?"

Morgan was old enough and experienced enough to be Yinglin's mother, but she didn't let him do so.

“We all have long lifespans. Twenty years old is just a tiny fraction of what it was ten thousand years ago.”

"Yes, eternity, my sister likes that word."

Morgan smiled and nodded; she wanted the Age of Gods to continue, to remain a paradise for fairies and humans.

In that way, she would be the eternal British Empress, sharing this world with Yinglin.

"But do you know, it represents another layer of meaning."

Chapter 94 Artoria: Become my subordinate!

"meaning?"

Having been supported by Morgan for so long, how could Yinglin not know about her other plan?

She sent countless children, in the form of princes, to guard various parts of Britain and support her as the Queen of Britain.

Even with his ambition to become emperor, Morgan's plan remained unchanged.

In other words, Morgan wanted children...

Yinglin remained silent for a moment, not daring to gamble that she would do that.

After all, with him, Britain could theoretically be ruled just as well.

Whether or not you have children is actually irrelevant.

"You're still too young, or maybe you're just too afraid to think about it."

Morgan smiled and shook her head. In her opinion, Yinglin was even more outstanding than Vortigern, including her father whom she loathed.

Without a doubt, Yinglin is the most suitable person to be the "father" of those children.

“This, I…” Ying Lin blushed, his bewildered look only making Morgan’s smile widen. He leaned down and rested his head on Ying Lin’s shoulder, murmuring to himself.

"There are many things you don't understand, and of course, neither do I. I'll tell you the answers tomorrow."

To be honest, pretending to be innocent was undoubtedly the most painful thing Ying Lin had ever done. He wasn't even afraid when Goetia came, but this was the only thing that really made him blush.

Ultimately, I still feel a bit out of place.

After leaving the boy's shoulder, Morgan straightened his clothes and said, "Artoria is now walking on the earth, and her name is Artoria."

"Go and challenge her. When you are victorious, I will answer your questions."

"Yes!"

"Very spirited. This sword, though not the best to use, is still pretty good."

Upon hearing this, Yinglin looked at the sword in Morgan's hand. The black blade was interwoven with azure patterns, forming a demonic sword that was extremely similar to Morgan's appearance.

“I will use the sword you gave me, sister, to defeat her!” Yinglin respectfully accepted the demonic sword, her serious demeanor greatly pleasing Morgan.

"Okay, stop being so serious. I believe you can succeed."

"We can't be careless at a time like this, sister."

Yinglin smiled and winked, then picked up the magic sword, preparing to leave the castle where he had lived for eight years.

He hadn't taken two steps when Morgan stopped him.

"Sister, is there anything else...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Morgan, reluctant to part, hugged her tightly.

Not much to say.

Emotionally, she hoped Yinglin wouldn't force himself.

But Morgan's ideals told him that he would never allow Yinglin to lose to her sister.

It was complicated; Morgan could only express his inner state through an embrace.

"You must win."

"Will do."

Even if Ying Lin is incredibly talented, he's not afraid to bully a little girl.

Not to mention the current Artoria, who has brute strength but can't even perform well.

Yinglin was not afraid; in fact, he was fully confident that he could defeat her.

Guided by the magic sword, Yinglin was not afraid of getting lost. He would occasionally look up at the sun hanging high in the sky, as if thinking of the cute, fluffy fox that was in his arms.

On the way there, Ying saw many fantasy creatures wreaking havoc in the area.

He came from the Morgan family, unlike Vortigern.

The former only recognizes fairies and humans, and has an extreme aversion to beasts and races other than Britons. The white dragon only thinks about all the fantasy species and humans under the Age of Gods, and does not try to regulate them.

Even sensing the impending demise of the Age of Gods, he attracted the Saxons, who envisioned destroying what was no longer the Britain he knew.

To be honest, Yinglin simply couldn't understand this approach.

The White Dragon himself was powerful enough to destroy all the weapons of an army of ten thousand, yet he still allowed these foreign barbarians to burn, kill, and plunder in Britain.

Aside from seeking revenge, Yinglin couldn't understand what it wanted to do.

Yinglin will not hesitate to kill any monster that has caused someone's death, no matter how high its level.

[Under the expectant gaze of the villagers, you ventured into the deep mountains, and after confirming that they were not lying, you unleashed a massacre.]

Wherever the demonic sword passed, none were spared; their blood and corpses served as solace to the souls of the departed.

Having done all this, you preserved the precious magical materials to give to Morgan, then dragged their corpses towards the village.

The villagers were astonished to see you return safely, without a trace of blood on you, followed by a deafening roar of cheers.

You earned the respect of the villagers, who wanted to warmly welcome you, but you refused.

Only one name was left.

【The Demon Sword - Mecher】

[Named after Metatron's nickname]

The villagers remember your name, and your deeds will be spread throughout Britain through the wandering poet.

Artoria is not hard to find. Now, in order to adapt to life after inheriting the throne, she is also fighting monsters, and she has not even spared some notorious fantasy species.

After all, becoming a king is a very painful thing.

He's either dealing with domestic affairs or drawing his sword to fight monsters and ambitious people in various places.

She even dealt with the invasions of the Roman Empire and the plundering of the Saxons.

There can be no mercy whatsoever.

Yinglin gazed at the girl's lonely figure from afar.

At this moment, neither Kai nor Merry were by her side, as if she were testing the Knight King's individual combat capabilities.

However, in Yinglin's mind, when Artoria was fighting the White Dragon, she had to take care of Gawain, otherwise she would have killed that monster White Dragon long ago.

Long-term training and combat experience honed Artoria's skills, and her strong intuition made her turn around in an instant and see the boy holding the magic sword.

Because she was sent to the home of the old knight Hector by her father when she was 5 years old, Artoria did not know what Morgan looked like now. She only knew that Morgan hated her and did not recognize the distinctive magic sword.

"You are."

“A wandering knight who is passing by, Mehr, remember him.”

"A knight? Then wait a moment."

At this point, Artoria had already challenged many famous knights to build up her momentum for the upcoming sword-drawing ceremony, and simply believed that Shadow Blade was there to challenge her.

In fact, the normal Artoria would not challenge others and would remain unknown until she drew her sword.

However, her teacher was not Merlin, but Meryl, who, in pursuit of a good show, would never allow his disciple to be idle.

"Let me help you. I can't kill many on the way anyway."

As they spoke, the demonic sword suddenly flew out, drawing a dark blue crescent-shaped sword aura at an extremely fast speed, and instantly flew to the demonic pig.

Blood spurted out, and without exception, the bodies of the demonic boars were split in two in an instant.

"what?"

At this moment, Artoria was somewhat stunned. She had never seen such a powerful knight before, and a fighting spirit that she had not shown before gradually rose up.