"Phew... How is this creation of mine?"
Finally completing the biscuits she wanted to make, looking at the finished products that were distorted in shape but at least cooked, not only Female Gil, but even Morgan, Ishtar, and the two Artorias nearby collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, being forced to watch the King of Heroes make those strange foods was headache-inducing, even for the Witch of Britain.
"Alright, King of Heroes, can we discuss serious matters now?"
Trying hard not to let her field of vision include even a little bit of the biscuits' appearance, the reason Morgan and Artoria were watching Female Gil make biscuits was only one.
That was, she wanted to talk with Female Gil.
Yes. With the start of this Holy Grail War, having returned to Snowfield City, Morgan hadn't seen Ryuya but instead encountered Crimson Moon and Hope.
Not doubting Crimson Moon and Hope's identities, Morgan could feel the strength of these two women, and the hopeful longing in their eyes when mentioning Ryuya… a love identical to hers, Artoria's, Irisviel's, and the others'.
Facing a lofty Moon King like Crimson Moon, even Morgan felt pressure.
She wanted to discuss some matters with Female Gil. After all, during the last Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, they were hardly enemies anymore.
"Discuss serious matters? Discuss what?"
Looking at the biscuits she made, Female Gil ultimately pursed her lips, thinking she'd make better ones next time for Ryuya. Then, with a casual wave, she brought out fine wine from her Gate of Babylon to taste.
"Discuss what? Naturally, it's about those two women."
"Those two women? You mean the one called Crimson Moon and the one called Hope? What's there to discuss about them? They're just more of Ryuya's women."
Her crimson eyes didn't reveal her inner emotions. Female Gil's personality was truly very simple.
She never pondered over Ryuya's other women, nor did she feel jealous or anything, because she had already understood what her happiness was back in Uruk.
However...
"It seems, King of Heroes, you hold no wariness towards those two women's existence. I'll temporarily consider this feeling as your absolute love and confidence in your relationship with Isbel."
"But there's one question, King of Heroes, have you thought about it?"
Her exquisite face, under the setting sun's afterglow, reflected angelic beauty, but Morgan's words struck Female Gil's heart like a demon's whisper.
"King of Heroes, you and Isbel... do you have a child?"
Looking at the King of Heroes with disdain, Morgan finally voiced the question that left Female Gil momentarily stunned.
"What? Child? What do you mean, Morgan?"
Upon hearing the word 'child', her usually composed expression finally showed a change. Instantly standing up, Female Gil stared at Morgan and asked.
"What do I mean? Isn't it simple?"
Glancing towards Irisviel, who was not far away recounting the previous Holy Grail War to Sola, Morgan cleared her throat, "You know Irisviel, you met her last time. Now that we've returned, she already has a daughter with Isbel, Illya."
"Not only that, those two girls named Takumi Sakura and Tohsaka Rin are also Isbel's children, right?"
Nodding uncomprehendingly, Female Gil retorted, "Aren't they all children adopted by Ryuya? So what?"
"Whether adopted or not, they are Isbel's daughters!" Her tone intensified, her sharp demeanor making even Female Gil somewhat unable to meet her gaze. Morgan said seriously, "King of Heroes, have you considered this? That maid called Hope said Crimson Moon and Isbel have two daughters."
"Two daughters! Biological ones!"
"So what?"
Completely uninterested in having children herself, for Female Gil, her concept of children was basically 'the hope of the future'.
Her favorability towards children was quite high back in Uruk. Even so, Female Gil had never considered the possibility of bearing a child for Ryuya.
It wasn't a matter of willingness, but that she had never even thought about the possibility!
"So what?"
A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Morgan's mouth, as if saying 'you're just like that'. Just as Female Gil was about to reach her emotional breaking point due to Morgan's look, the witch continued speaking, "King of Heroes, I have never doubted Isbel's feelings for us. In his eyes, I believe every beloved holds a special place."
"However, in a sentient being's lifetime, besides love, family bonds are also a major factor. Even if our status in Isbel's heart is equal, what about children?"
"Let me be clear, Isbel and I have children. Whether it's Gawain, Agravain, they are all excellent children, and Mordred is the best daughter. My competitiveness on the 'children' front is the same as that Crimson Moon's."
"But you, all of you from Uruk... as far as I know, none of you have children with Isbel, right?"
After hearing Morgan's analysis, before Female Gil could speak, Ishtar, who was beside them, spoke first, "Do we need to have children too?"
Always a bit silly, dumb, evident from the time she insisted on riding the rocking horse with Ryuya in the demon capital, Ishtar was an airhead goddess. Not knowing what images crossed her mind, the corners of Ishtar's mouth slowly turned upwards, revealing a standard lecherous smile.
"Idiot Ishtar, what are you talking about? Even if we wanted children now, it's too late, isn't it?"
"Besides, you should understand how small the probability is for life forms of our level to have a child. Don't talk nonsense."
Gently stroking her chin with her hand, Female Gil understood Morgan's meaning. So, after all this, she was worried about Crimson Moon having the 'daughter' buff.
"Speaking of which, those girls named Takumi Sakura and Tohsaka Rin, and Illya... I think they're quite good. If not, couldn't we just take care of those children first?"
"I've thought about that too. But those two children are the Masters of Crimson Moon and Hope. So what we need to do now is build a better relationship with Illya."
"Sigh... Mordred, my daughter, where have you run off to?"
Looking worriedly at the empty teacup in her hand, Morgan's heart felt as empty as the cup at this moment.
Just then...
"Hmm? This feeling..."
Suddenly sensing a familiar magical energy, that of her most mischievous and troublesome daughter, Morgan looked towards a certain direction outside the Einzbern Castle, murmuring, "Is that Mordred?"