[FMMISM] Chapter 67: You Can Call Me Daddy

Twenty minutes later, somewhere a few streets away from the Hyatt Hotel.

"Guh!"

Gawain stared at the woman standing on the rooftop with him, his eyes wide open.

With her noble face, lake-blue eyes, moonlit silver hair, and magnificent black and blue dress, her ethereal presence in the darkness was something Gawain would never forget, no matter how hard he tried to erase it from his mind.

She was none other than the sworn enemy of his king, the evil witch, Morgan.

At the same time, this woman was—

"Gawain."

With a slight frown, Morgan spoke in a slow, deliberate tone.

"Is this how you treat me, looking up at me like that? Is the Round Table's playacting still not over? Do you still plan to draw your sword against me?"

"?!"

Gawain snapped out of his shock as if waking from a dream, biting his lip.

He then bent down and knelt on one knee before Morgan.

"It's been a long time… Mother."

Cold sweat beaded on Gawain's forehead as he stared intently at the ground, his voice low and trembling.

"I'm glad to see that you're still well and youthful."

"Hmph, I can't sense any happiness in your tone, Gawain." Morgan snorted coldly.

[Saber, what's going on here? You just said… she's your mother…?]

Kayneth, observing from afar, swallowed hard, his nervousness clearly visible.

[Ahh, yes… She is indeed my mother, Morgan le Fay.]

[Isn't she the legendary witch? Is she a Servant?]

[No, technically, Mother shouldn't be summoned by the Holy Grail… because she's still alive...]

[Continue to question her and find out what her purpose is for coming to you.]

[Understood.]

Gawain nodded inwardly at Kayneth's instructions before asking Morgan.

"Mother, why are you here in this far-eastern land?"

"Nice to meet you."

Instead of Morgan answering, a stranger's voice suddenly resounded.

With a stunned expression, Gawain couldn't help but look up at the source of the voice.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old appeared behind Morgan, affectionately hugging her waist and waving cheerfully toward him.

"Good evening, Gawain!"

Ragna spoke with a clear, vibrant child's voice.

"I'm the man of your mother in this era; you can call me Daddy."

"..."

Gawain felt like his head was about to crack.

"No, wait... What are you talking about?"

If there had been a hole in the ground right now, he would have wanted to crawl into it.

Gawain stared blankly at the black-haired boy not far away.

No matter how he looked at it, the boy was no more than a child in his early teens. Yet, the boy was hugging his own mother and casually announcing their relationship to him.

What made it bizarre was that his mother didn't resist at all.

At this moment, her elegant face flushed with a hint of pink, seemingly happily and warmly allowing the boy to hold her waist.

For the Knight of the Sun, who was the son of Morgan, this was an unbearably disturbing scene.

If it were someone else's affair, it might have been laughed off as a joke. But, unfortunately, Gawain's mother was not just any woman but Morgan le Fay—the most promiscuous witch, who gave birth to an illegitimate and incestuous child just to defeat her sister.

She was also known as the most willful princess, who destroyed her own country just because she couldn't get the throne.

However, Gawain felt that if it was his mother, it was not surprising that she did something absurd.

"…Why is your son not saying anything?"

Ragna looked up and asked Morgan.

"Gawain, isn't this a bit rude? Did you learn such knightly manners during your years in Camelot?" Morgan mocked, smiling gracefully.

'…Don't say anymore!' Gawain covered his face in pain and sighed deeply.

[Well, how should I put it… It looks like you have your own share of troubles too, Saber.]

Kayneth's sympathetic words echoed in Gawain's mind.

[…I'm sorry to make you laugh, Master.]

[Seriously, women are really hard to understand…] Kayneth pressed his thumb to his temple and muttered helplessly.

Who would have thought that just a quarter of an hour ago, this pair of Master and Servant, who had been at odds with each other, would suddenly develop a strange friendship due to their absurd family matters?

However, this public humiliation sparked a genuine feeling in Gawain's heart that the woman before him was truly his mother, Morgan.

Moreover, she hadn't changed at all, still as willful and reckless as ever.

It was as if three women were existing simultaneously within her.

In fact, because her existence was so mysterious, Gawain's memories of Morgan had become blurred over time.

His fellow brothers at the Round Table always told him that Morgan was a wicked and ugly witch, so he gradually accepted this fact and fixed his image of his mother, the enemy of the king, as such.

And now, in this second life as a Servant after death, Gawain could finally face her without the hostility he had before.

Not as a Knight of the Round Table, but as her son.

At this moment, Gawain suddenly realized, took a deep breath, and spoke with a serious expression.

"As long as Mother is happy, it doesn't matter which man you choose. I will always offer my blessings."

Gawain then turned to Ragna.

"Sir, whose name I don't know, although my mother is a willful and dishonest woman, she actually has many beautiful and noble qualities deep inside, so please, be understanding. I entrust my mother to you."

Ragna: "...Huh?"

Morgan: "..."

After hearing Gawain's heartfelt and sincere words, the two of them were stunned.

It took them a while to recover from their bewildered state.

[What a waste of a performance and boring development. Gawain is such a goody-two-shoes. I thought your son would be furious and come at me with a sword.]

Not getting the desired effect from the acting performance, Ragna clicked his tongue with annoyance.

Undoubtedly, Gawain was too serious. It would have been better if Agravain's presence had been here.

"..."

Staying silent, Morgan's face darkened.

Ragna observed her and asked mischievously.

[What's wrong, moved by your own son?]

[Don't be foolish. How dare this kid act all high and mighty with that tone—who does he think he is? Hmph, I've never considered him my son. He's just a tool I use to get revenge on Arthur.]

With that, Morgan wriggled out of Ragna's embrace, took his hand, and turned around with her back to Gawain.

"Let's go, Ragna."

"Oh? No other words to say?" Ragna raised his eyebrows.

"Just seeing his face makes my blood pressure go up."

"I see..." Ragna nodded, then waved at Gawain with a smile on his face. "Well then, we’re leaving now, Gawain. I’m going to enjoy a pleasant and thrilling adult night with your mom.”

With that, the tall and short figures blended into the night.

[So what were those two here for?] Kayneth asked with some exasperation.

"..."

Not receiving any answer, he noticed that Gawain’s eyes were wide, showing an expression not seen since the day he descended to Fuyuki.

Sweat beads formed on Gawain’s pale face.

Even when he reunited with his mother after fifteen centuries, he did not show such a reaction. His usual composure and calmness were gone, replaced by confusion, surprise, and even fear.

[What’s wrong, Saber?] Kayneth asked suspiciously.

[It’s impossible... Such a thing... impossible...]

Gawain’s voice was hoarse.

[Ragna, Ragna... I’ve heard my mother mention that name before... when I was very young...]

[So, what’s so special about that name? It doesn’t seem that great.] Kayneth raised an eyebrow disdainfully. 

Gawain shook his head in panic as if denying the cold reality, showing a subtle expression.

[My mother once said that my biological father, King of Orkney, was called Ragna before being known as King Lot.]