Heredity
After calming down Shiro's grumbling, we board the Mary Anne Pirates' former mother ship, which has been changed to British colors (the colors of the English flag), and surprisingly, Charlemagne, who had been fighting with us until recently, is there. He is kneeling down and waiting.
"I… I’m sorry! Your Highness!"
I don't get it at all.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
"That's because you are the Ancestor-sama's older brother!"
"You knew from the beginning, right?
The Holy Roman Empire secretly sent spies to investigate the Duchy of Sussex, right?"
"T... that's..."
Charlemagne's forehead was dripping with sweat like a waterfall.
Maybe that’s how absolute I am, or rather, the Ancestor.
"In the first place, what’s the point of apologizing while wearing such a flashy outfit?
Do you really want to apologize to me?"
Yes, Charlemagne is wearing the famous Trump King costume. He wears a gold, black, and red costume, even wearing a crown.
When it comes to cards, the gold part is yellow, so the eyes don't hurt, but in reality, it's shiny and dazzling.
"The way you say that..."
"Master, Charlemagne may be the Trump King, but he is the lowest king of hearts, so he probably doesn’t have many costumes, right?"
Shiro points out, who is strict about costumes.
From Shiro's point of view, it may be hard to believe that Charlemagne always wears the same costume.
"Oh, I see! He is the only one without a mustache!
Even during battle, he probably wants to wear a gorgeous costume like the one you wear in the throne room!"
I take this opportunity to slander Charlemagne.
Because he disappeared at some point, I didn't stand out at all and ended up incomplete.
"Ced-kun. Please stop abusing Carl-kun."
While I was messing with Charlemagne, Anastasia appeared from the cabin with Reinhard and Kenji in tow.
"Pfft! Who is Carl! He's the Carl old man!"
"Master! That's not a tsukkomi at all!"
Shiro covers my incomprehensible tsukkomi with tsukkomi.
"I don’t know what Carl old man is, but it’s probably a Japanese joke."
Anastasia pretends to understand something.
"Master is saying incomprehensible things, so even Anastasia-san is saying incomprehensible things!
Nowadays, Carl is only sold in the Kansai region!
I bet the young readers in the Kanto area have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Is it my fault?"
"It’s Master’s fault!"
Shiro got really angry.
"Thank you very much, Ancestor-sama, for protecting me!"
Charlemagne kneels down on Anastasia.
"Huh? Ancestor-sama? Master Anastasia isn't Grandmother, right?"
Mary, who has never met her grandmother and who professes to love her grandmother, reacts to Charlemagne's words.
"What are you talking about?
Mary, are you kidding me?
There is no way I could mistake the Ancestor-sama!"
For some reason, Charlemagne was angry.
"Eh? But Master is Master, and to begin with, her face is completely different from Grandmother's, isn't it?"
"Ancestor-sama! What are you playing at!
It's a little too much to be plotting against your own grandchildren!"
Something is making Charlemagne furious.
I don't know if he's a modest man or just a hothead.
Maybe it's his nature to be angry.
"Seriously, Carl-kun is so serious!
That's why you're being used by the Vatican!"
After Anastasia said that, she transformed into her original form, the Ancestor and Hero Artoria Pendragon.
"Huh? What? What does this mean? Master transformed into Grandmother?"
"You still don't understand! I knew from the beginning that Anastasia was the Ancestor!"
I ostentatiously boast to Mary that I knew this from the beginning.
"What are you talking about? Master learned that Anastasia-san is the Ancestor three days ago!
I'll point that too!"
Shiro points out things that don't need to be said.
"Are you an idiot? Don't say that!"
I complain to Shiro.
"Grandmother?"
Mary completely ignores Shiro and I's comic play and stares at Anastasia, who has transformed into the Ancestor, from head to toe.
"Yes. That's right. My sweet Mary!"
"Uwa! Grandmother!"
Mary sobbed like a child to Anastasia? Artoria? She dove into her voluptuous breasts so much that her breasts were about to come out.
However, in reality, Artoria buried her face in the huge breasts of Mary, who was nearly two meters tall and had inherited the blood of an ogre.
"You grew up!"
Artoria desperately reaches out her hand and gently strokes Mary's head while burying her face in Mary's breasts.
"It's genetic."
"It’s genetic!"
"Well, it's genetic!"
"Ced-nii’s opinion is right!"
"When I saw Mary-sama’s voluptuous breasts, I immediately knew that she was a blood relative of the Ancestor-sama!"
It was inevitable that all the members who were present at this touching scene between grandmother and grandchild interpreted Artoria's words, [You grew up!] in a different way.
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