Chapter 971

Wait, isn't Miss Morgan a Shipgirl? Can Shipgirls even have children?

What truly shocked Dorothy was this very thing.

To be honest, she suddenly had a bold idea, though she wasn’t sure whether to voice it.

In any case, her passion for the profession of Shipbuilder had surged to a peak, leaving her with an overwhelming urge to rush back and resume shipbuilding immediately.

Fortunately, she managed to suppress this delusion and quietly waited for the White Knight’s next words.

Well, the other party had suddenly brought someone over and introduced her—this couldn’t possibly be just for a casual meeting; there must be more to come.

Indeed, Lancelot quickly continued speaking.

“Dorothy, I need you to help me with something.”

The House Witch wore an expression of “I knew it,” but she didn’t object—only nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Lancelot didn’t mince words.

“You’ve met Arthur, right? What do you think of her?”

She asked this in return.

“She’s great. I think Lady Arthur is an excellent person, very easy to get along with.”

Dorothy answered without hesitation.

It was her sincere opinion. Though she’d only met the Round Table’s leader a few times, she could sense the woman was genuinely good—consistent in word and deed—and had always treated her kindly; she truly liked the lady.

Lancelot: “.”

Guinevere: “.”

The two Dragon Heads exchanged a glance, each twitching slightly at the corners of their mouths.

You sneaky Arthur—you with your noble brow and big eyes—and you went and ran off?

They recalled Arthur’s claim that after memory suppression, reuniting with Dorothy would feel like first love—but they never imagined the effect would be this strong.

This made both of them feel a stirring urge to try it themselves.

Yet the thought vanished instantly; they had self-awareness. They knew neither of them was the type people liked—one was reckless and always causing trouble, the other fiercely protective and annoying.

If they retained their memories, they’d naturally side with Dorothy. But if they lost them…

Well, Guinevere would probably fall head over heels for Dorothy, the Empress attempting to kidnap a common girl as her concubine; failing that, she’d harbor resentment, while Lancelot, blindly loyal to her best friend, would step in to defend her—and both would become villains.

The plot would likely turn out just like that.

Nah, better not. This kind of maneuver? Impossible to replicate.

Still, they didn’t deny Arthur was a good person, truly excellent—she was, among all Dragon Heads, the closest to perfection, aside from Nidhogg.

But Arthur was easy to get along with?

Hmph.

Both scoffed at the notion.

There’s an old saying in the Eastern Universe: water too clear holds no fish; a man too critical has no followers.

If someone is too demanding, they’ll end up friendless.

Arthur was exactly such a person—a perfectionist, a severe OCD sufferer, intolerant of even a speck of dust. She unconsciously held others to high standards, though she held herself to even higher ones.

From a rational standpoint, such a person was admirable, truly outstanding—but humans were emotional creatures. Being friends with her meant unbearable pressure.

Even the Dragon Heads themselves felt immense pressure around Arthur, always subconsciously keeping their distance.

This was already a case of being unable to tolerate oneself, let alone others.

Honestly, if the Round Table’s core members weren’t other Dragon Heads, Arthur would never have lasted as leader—she’d eventually be betrayed and bring about the Round Table’s collapse.

After all, no one followed her for knightly ideals; they sought power, privilege, wealth, beauties, and more.

If you led them to prosperity, you were a good leader. If you led them to austerity, sorry—goodbye forever.

This personality was a disaster not just in the workplace, but in the family too. Who could endure a parent with impossibly high expectations? The child’s psychological scars would be unimaginable.

Unfortunately, Morgana had ended up with such a parent (paternal mother).

Hmm, the girl wasn’t a Dragon Head—she was truly a second-generation, though her birth had been an accident.

Longshan City was a city that shouldn’t have existed in the official history (First Cycle).

But after the Divine King used forbidden arts to alter history, it shifted from illusion to reality.

The city was originally designed with the foundation of a warship, but in the Witch Night timeline, the Mechanical Church hadn’t yet mastered Primordial Magic and couldn’t build true Witch Ships—so they constructed this unique wonder-city with performance rivaling a warship.

Yet as the timeline converged, things that shouldn’t exist were destined to vanish, since the intersection between First and Second Cycles had to align.

So even though Nidhogg and the Round Table had relentlessly upgraded and enhanced Longshan City—Dorothy’s relic—it ultimately couldn’t be saved.

During the final battle with the Dragon Realm, Longshan City, already armed into a near-apocalyptic weapon, was obliterated by the Dragon Gods’ concentrated fire.

Even Nidhogg, the Dragon King, was helpless.

She was still not an omniscient, omnipotent true god—she couldn’t alter the tide of fate.

So though everyone deeply regretted failing to preserve their sister’s relic, a backup plan existed: emulate Dainisha and transform Longshan City into a netherworld, just like Pandora.

Thus, Niflheim was born.

But none of them had anticipated what happened after Niflheim was reborn from Longshan City’s ruins.

The fortress-city, which they’d tried endlessly and failed to awaken, suddenly gained sentience after its rebirth.

Hmm—it had developed a soul, a spirit? Or perhaps, a City Spirit.

In any case, it truly came alive only after dying once.

Even Nidhogg was baffled by this anomaly, so they summoned the Divine King for help.

Dainisha recalled a single phrase Dorothy had once spoken during Witch Night.

“Keep striving. Though my Longshan has succeeded, I hope when I return next time, I’ll see a Longshan built by you yourselves.” (Chapter 550)

Think about it—only a true Shipbuilder could awaken a warship’s soul. Longshan City was Dorothy’s creation; no matter how hard Nidhogg and the Round Table upgraded it, they could never grant it spirit.

But after Longshan City’s destruction, the reborn Niflheim was their own work—and only then did true sentience emerge.

Still, everyone was delighted by Niflheim’s birth.

After all, the child felt like something they and Dorothy had created together, doted upon by every Dragon Head.

But letting such a child grow up in a cold, silent netherworld was cruel. So the Round Table ultimately decided to “rebirth” it.

After a Round Table vote, Morgan was chosen as the mother—she was a Shipgirl, same category as Niflheim, and Morgan was the gentlest, most composed among the Dragon Heads; she was clearly the best choice as mother.

As for the “father” role, the Dragon Heads exchanged glances—and ultimately chose Arthur.

No choice. The other Dragon Heads were all walking disasters; they knew full well they’d ruin the child if they became parents.

As for Nidhogg, the Dragon King? Forget it. Arthur was still human; that thing was already half-divine.

Gods love humanity, but don’t favor individuals—unless they’re Dorothy, Dainisha, or Adam.

But now the truth proved these disaster-prone creatures really weren’t fit to raise children. They’d assumed Arthur would merely be strict—but at least the child wouldn’t go off track. Now it turned out, going off track might’ve been better.

Arthur was the absolute worst person to be a parent.

Morgana was a good child, always diligent and outstanding. She desperately craved her “father’s” approval. But every time she achieved something and rushed to share it, hoping for praise, she always received the same reply: “Don’t be proud or complacent. You’re my child—these achievements are expected. Your goals and vision must be far greater.”

The fact that Arthur—a perfectionist—said this instead of outright criticism already proved Morgana’s excellence.

To hear her give direct praise, you’d have to surpass her achievements.

But surpassing her was nearly impossible. Sure, Arthur’s raw power ranked only fourth among the Dragon Heads—below Nidhogg, Guinevere, and Morgan—but you must remember she started as the weakest.

Most Dragon Heads were born powerful: Nidhogg aside, Guinevere came from a Witch Noble lineage, Morgan was a Spirit Realm being, and even Lancelot, who began as a slave, was still from the Moon Rabbit race’s Radiant Lionheart variant.

But Arthur started as a human.

When Nidhogg first summoned the Dragon Heads, all others were supernatural races—elves, fairies, giants—while Arthur was just a lowly human knight, utterly out of place.

Yet look at her now—she clawed her way to fourth place through insane self-discipline. Her growth story is a true underdog legend.

Even now, she continues to improve. In tens of thousands of years, no one doubts she’ll become the strongest Dragon Head after Nidhogg.

After all, Nidhogg is merely the nominal Dragon King; the true Dragon King is the collective Round Table—every Dragon Head possesses royal potential.

But Morgana is just a child. Even though she was born as a City Spirit, she’s merely an ordinary Sage-level talent—still far from royal potential. Arthur judging her by her own standards was truly excessive.

But this wasn’t entirely Arthur’s fault—she truly raised Morgana as her own daughter. All her sacrifices and teachings were visible to everyone. Honestly, no other Dragon Head could’ve done what she did—learning an entire parenting curriculum just to raise a child better.

Yet perfectionism was her innate nature, the foundation of her existence—she couldn’t simply change it.

So as the “father-daughter” conflict grew, Morgana became increasingly insecure and extreme from prolonged rejection, the Round Table unanimously decided: this couldn’t continue. The child needed a new father.

As for the new father’s candidate…

Hmm, no one was more suitable than Dorothy. After all, Longshan City was her creation. Arthur and Morgan only gave the child a body—physical parents. But the true parent in existence? Only Dorothy.

It was time to bring the child to meet her true parent.

“Dorothy, take a good look at this child—Morgana.”

Lancelot pulled forward the gloomy, head-down blonde girl, forcibly lifted her chin, and brushed aside the hair always covering her face, revealing her features clearly.

Confused, Dorothy obediently studied the face of this ultimate weapon girl.

“Hmm, she’s pretty. What’s the issue?”

She still didn’t understand.

To be fair, Miss Morgana was indeed beautiful—her beauty rivaled that of Little Sister Audrey, just barely falling short of the natural beauty ceiling.

But to Dorothy, it was just… average. Though she enjoyed admiring beauties and acted flirtatious, she never truly let looks distract her—after all, no one was more beautiful than herself.

But her inability to see it didn’t mean others couldn’t.

At the sight of Morgana’s face, the surrounding sisters all changed expression: Sophieila frowned, Mia-sis widened her eyes, Madeline and Audrey narrowed theirs, while little Alice remained clueless.

So the blunt little witch blurted out:

“Whoa, sis—this sister looks kinda like you.”

Becoming a Dad by Accident

Dorothy: "."

"Go away, don't talk nonsense, I don't look that"

The House Witch instinctively rebuked her sister, but she just barely swallowed the final word “ugly.”

Then she carefully examined this Final Weapon Young Lady .

Holy crap, now that I look closer, her eyebrows and eyes really do resemble mine by three or four tenths—that’s why she can approach peak beauty.

But this kid has nothing to do with me, I swear—I didn’t cheat on Arthur or Morgan, and how could a sixteen-year-old little witch like me possibly have a child hundreds of years old?

"That..."

The House Witch was about to instantly shift blame, but Guinevere could no longer tolerate Lancelot’s roundabout, tedious evasions.

"Mordred is in fact the Soul of Nibelungen, Dorothy—surely you haven’t forgotten what Nibelungen’s original form was? This child is actually the offspring of you, Arthur, and Morgan."

The Queen directly laid it all out.

Dorothy: "."

(`Д`)!!

With her words, everyone present was stunned—including Mordred herself.

Only Lancelot slapped his palm over his face.

Damn it, Guinevere, you’re such a useless teammate—this isn’t the time to reveal it!

The House Witch has become a surprise father.

Cai Bao, do you know about a sword that’s extremely filial?