I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"Mother, mother! What did you have for breakfast this morning?" asked the girl.

"Mm. Applesauce, bread, and milk," she said with a smile.

"Ah...? These again?" The girl pursed her lips and said with a look of disgust, "I don't want to eat these."

"Then what do you want to eat, Mordred?" She put down the knife and apple, picked up the girl, and looked at the girl tenderly with her holy blue eyes.

"Mm..." Mordred thought for a while, and finally looked at the apron that was stretched on his mother's chest, and said, "I want to eat my mother's milk!"

"You are past the age of breastfeeding, don't mess around." She shook her head and refused without hesitation.

"Mm... got it. Then I will sit on mother's shoulder!" the girl said with a smile.

"This is fine, but you have to sit still."

"Ok!"

She sat the girl on her shoulder, picked up the knife again, and made breakfast.

The girl sat on her shoulders, humming a ditty, shaking her body, and when she accidentally fell down, her hands subconsciously grabbed her mother's long golden temple hair.

"Mmm..." She could not help but twitch the corners of her eyes in pain, trying to control her tone, and said, "Mordred, stop making trouble. I'm in pain!"

"Oh..." The girl stopped making trouble.

She made the breakfast, put it on the table, and put the girl on the chair.

The girl was killing the food quickly, while she was sitting by the side, just looking at the girl gently with those holy blue eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Mother, mother. Don't you eat?" the girl asked.

"You eat first." She said.

"Yeah!" The girl smiled and continued to fill her stomach.

In fact, she was quite hungry, too, but she wasn't sure if the baby would have something to eat if she ate first.

But it should be said that she really deserves to be a child who has inherited her bloodline. Although she is only three years old, she already has a big appetite.

In the end, she just ate an apple to fill her hunger.

After tidying the mattress, looking at the big wet map on the mattress, she felt a little headache.

"You wet the bed again, Mordred." She was distressed.

"This... There is no way to do this. I am a child, I can't control it at all! As soon as I dream of water, it will come out. Moreover, such a large map, not everyone I can draw it! You should praise me, mother!" The girl puffed up her cheeks. This kind is not ashamed, but proud of it, and I don't know who I learned it from.

Among the people this girl came into contact with, there shouldn't be such a person.

She had some headaches, but she still washed the bedding and dried them in the manor. Then she took the girl who was so energetic that she didn't look like a child at all to the administrative hall of Taylor Bill to complete her government affairs that belonged to the lord.

When the passers-by in Taylor Bill saw her, they all greeted her, and everyone was engaged in work with a smile on their lips.

No one had doubts, and all had smiles on their lips, looking forward to a bright future.

Of course, the eternal king has already taken the lament of Britain, and himself, with him.

He took away the lamentation, but left hope and beauty on this land.

And after the king left, the dynasty also operated very stably.

Externally, the surrounding countries did not dare to covet the dynasty, and chose to submit and pay tribute one after another.

Even Attila, the powerful conqueror who trampled and ravaged the European continent, although he often committed small-scale violations, after being repelled, he did not dare to turn against the dynasty easily. He has strictly guarded the division between the eternal king and them. boundaries of power.

As the lord of Taylor Bill, she handles Taylor Bill's government affairs, while that energetic child is running around.

She also doesn't worry about who the child will be bullied by.

Although she is still very young, her dragon factor makes her strength already surpass that of ordinary people.

And with this child's temperament, usually she is pretty good if she doesn't bully others.

Really.

I really don't know who this child's personality is inherited from.

Today's routine is still that she takes the child to apologize to the parents of the boy who was bullied and screamed.

"Obviously he provoked me first, why did I apologize in the end?" The girl was very dissatisfied.

"But you made him cry."

"Who told him to laugh at me as a child without a father!" the girl yelled dissatisfied.

She didn't speak anymore, her heart was full of guilt.

She is full of love for this child, and she tries to use her love to enrich and make up for this child. But this is the only thing she can't make up for.

But fortunately, although this child is sometimes wronged, he is a heartless and carefree person.

One moment he was flat-mouthed and aggrieved, but the next moment he went chasing butterflies.

The energy of running made her a little afraid that the child would fall.

In the evening, after cooking the child's supper, she washed the dishes and remade the mattress.

"This is the last mattress. The others haven't been dried yet. If we wet the bed again this time, we'll have to sleep on wooden boards tomorrow." She reminded seriously.

"Hee hee hee... Then I will sleep in my mother's arms, and the only one who will sleep on the plank is my mother." The girl said with a smile.

She has a headache again, this rascal's style... How did this child look so crooked?

Lying on the bed, the girl tossed and turned, unable to sleep, looked at her and said, "Mother, mother. I can't sleep, tell me some stories."

"Yes. It was a journey of lilies, young Eternal King..."

"I don't want to listen to this." The girl pursed her lips and said, "It's the same story every time. I want to listen to something else."

She was worried, "I don't know many stories, Mordred."

"Then—" the girl rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "tell me the story about you and your father. You always said that he died in battle. Then how did you meet him?"

"Well... Mu, that's in a manor..." She told her story in the manor, deliberately concealing some of the directional information.

"This story is really good." The girl said with a smile, but she was a little strange in her heart. Why does this story sound a bit like the previous one?

The girl didn't know, but gradually, she became sleepy.