Tiamat's motherly love was definitely not normal. This was Morgan's current feeling.
"You're saying—" the forsaken princess of Britain looked at the black crystal in her hand, her brow furrowed, "—you bathe in the same ocean with your son every day. And you have to hold him when you sleep. And you also taught him to say 'I love Mama the most,' right?"
"That's right! Isn't that reasonable?" Tiamat, alone in the Sea of Life, heard the voice echoing above her and answered without hesitation. "Bathing with him is to ensure the Sea of Life can completely envelop him. Sleeping with him is to ensure his physical development is under my control at all times. As for loving his mother, isn't that the first principle a son should follow? What's the problem with that? Answer me—"
"..."
Morgan was speechless for a moment. She could tell that Tiamat was not a being who could be changed with a few words—at least on the matter of her son, she was absolutely paranoid.
"Of course there's no problem with what you're saying. Mmm... I approve of your attitude towards your son."
"Right?" Hearing her parenting philosophy being approved, Tiamat seemed very pleased. "So, how are you going to find him for me? I'll have you know—I can tell if it's my son or not at a glance. Don't you think you can just find some random person to fool me."
Though it was just a few words, Morgan could feel the black crystal in her hand trembling. Tiamat's magical energy was on a level beyond imagination. If I can make use of it... the Britain I love will definitely not fall into Artoria's hands.
At this thought, Morgan's attitude instantly became more serious. "Of course I wouldn't try to fool you. Tiamat, I will help you in the most sincere way possible. But—before that..." Morgan looked at the black crystal in her hand. "...at least let me know what kind of being he is. So, please be sure to answer my questions."
"..."
"Mmm. For my son's sake, I accept this condition."
"Very good." Seeing that Tiamat had accepted her terms, Morgan quickly moved to the next step. As a princess who deeply loved Britain, just like Tiamat, she had a pathological, unconscious obsession with Britain. Morgan believed that Tiamat's appearance was surely to give her a chance to turn the tables. In that case, the answer she needed must also be in Britain!
"Does he have any special features?"
"He's very cute~!"
"I mean, a special feature that would attract someone at first sight."
"He is very cute! If he wasn't cute, how would he attract someone at first sight?"
"..." Morgan felt sweat beading on her forehead. Three questions down and not a single useful piece of information. All she could picture was Tiamat cradling her face and wiggling her body as she reminisced about her son.
"Then, aside from being cute, isn't there anything a little more special?"
"His sense of smell is very good."
"Sense of smell?"
"Mmm—" In the Sea of Life, Tiamat reached out her hand, as if reminiscing about something. "From the moment he was born, he received 'perception' from me. It was an ability that even I hadn't anticipated. As expected of my son... he's so amazing!!!"
Ignoring Tiamat's lovesick praise, Morgan thought for a moment and continued to ask, "Are you saying he can sense things that ordinary people can't?"
"Mmm. But—" Tiamat leaned back and fell into the Sea of Life. "—he himself seems a little dull to this feeling. Probably... he can only feel if something is good or bad. If some wicked woman is determined to deceive him..." At this, Tiamat began to wail again. "Ian, come back soon! Mama needs you! As long as you come back, Mama will give you anything you want! The outside world is very dangerous!"
Morgan hadn't intended to listen to Tiamat's cathartic roars, but she heard an unexpected name.
Ian... Why does that name sound so familiar... That's right! Isn't that the knight who came to Camelot with Artoria? I heard he's a hot-tempered fellow. Not long after he arrived, he beat up Merlin and knocked out a few of his teeth. If Artoria hadn't stopped him, he might have been beaten into Merlin paste.
When Morgan had heard about this, she was actually quite happy. After all, that guy was the instigator of the King Selection lie. To be beaten up by a knight brought by his own puppet was a fitting backlash.
But speaking of which... Ian... Could that boy really be Tiamat's son?
A slight suspicion quickly evolved into further speculation. Morgan asked again, "Your son... does he not like to talk much?"
"Hmm? How did you know?" The moment it involved information about Ian, Tiamat's reaction immediately became agitated. "Did you kidnap my son?!"
"No. Of course I didn't do that. I just think... a certain wicked woman might be involved in this matter. But—" Morgan didn't speak in absolutes. After all, if she was wrong, she might lose Tiamat's trust. That wouldn't do. "—I'm not sure if that's your son. Tiamat, is there any way for me to confirm that it's him?"
"This..." Tiamat was silent for a long time. It seemed she didn't want to share such a method. But Morgan also knew how to handle it. It was very simple.
"Tiamat, it's fine if you don't tell me. It's just that—if that really is your son, and he's been completely enchanted by another wicked woman, it will be very difficult to save him then."
Morgan's words were effective. Tiamat quickly became agitated. "No—absolutely not! No one can do that!"
"Then tell me how to identify him." The corners of Morgan's lips lifted slightly; her plan had succeeded.
But when she heard what the other being said, she froze.
Because Tiamat said: "You just have to kiss him."
That was the method she gave!
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