I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

"Mordred! Mordred!" Artoria called out as she stormed the halls. The red carpet on the floor welcomed her.

It was obvious where she was headed to.

Right in front of her, was a door, the door to the knights room.

Grabbing the wood handle , she oped the door, and the first thing she saw was the Slash Slash lady, sitting on the bed and cleaning her blade with a rag.

"Mordred, have you no respect?!" Artoria yelled as she walked in.

Mordred sighed, "I don't know what you're talking about".

"You attacked one of my guests, cutting his hand in two, if Gwinevere had not se him, he would have died from blood loss." Artoria spoke out, a hint of disappointmt in her voice.

"Oh, you mean the pervert boy. He's a guest of yours? I don't know what to tell you mother, maybe try choosing your guests carefully".

"..."

"If you really are pissed off about that, th I apologize, keep your guest away from me, and they won't lose an arm." Mordred replied, not once did she look up at Artoria.

Unlike the rest of the knights under Artoria, Modred was the only one who would dare to speak to her in such a way.

Reason – She was allegedly Artoria's daughter, although most don't know about it.

Artoria wasn't married to anyone, neither did she show any type of interest in a male. In fact, her role as the wielder of Excalibur played a huge factor in why she couldn't have a love life.

Which th begged the question; how was she th able to acquire a daughter, who looked so much like her?.

Artoria sighed yet again, "Mordred, Your actions have consequces. You are a Knight of the Round table, bound by honor and respect, to harm a guest of the king is a grave transgression".

Her voice rose a bit, "You are suspded from your duties until I decide you are to resume."

Mordred's eyes wided a bit in anger as Artoria began to walk out of the room.

She gritted her teeth a bit, all these for a man she had only just met? That infuriated Mordred ev more.

….

"And you should feel better, no?" Merlin said with a smile.

Ha Joon was seated on the bed, in his hand a cup of hot tea Merlin had made for him so he would recover quickly.

Sip!

"Hmmm, this tastes oddly similar to cappuccino." Ha Joon uttered.

"Is that a drink from your country side?" Merlin asked.

"Yeah, it's really good is what I'm trying to say, I wouldn't mind having this every morning." He replied.

A small giggle left Merlin's mouth, "Seems you do like it. Lucky for you, it's not that hard to make".

'It better not be, System, can you get the ingredits for this tea?'.

[Certainly, I will analyze from the substance inside your body system]

'Cool, that's what I'm talking about'.

"Oh and by the way, how on earth did you manage to pick a fight with Mordred of all people?" Merlin asked as she gtly stood up to walk over to her shelf of books.

Her ass moved in such a way that one couldn't help but stare.

Ha Joon gave a nervous chuckle in response to her question.

"I was just walking down the stairs and accidtally bumped into her, I'm guessing she didn't take that too lightly." He replied.

'I mean it's the truth, I did bump into her, and accidtally touched her boobs, and also accidtally squeezed it too'.

"Mordred isn't exactly the nicest person, her heart is in the right place though, but she's basically going through a lot of self doubt, so you can understand why she acts up so much." Merlin spoke.

'Yeah sure, maybe next time she can chop off my dick for staring too long.' Ha Joon spat inward, 'System, give me more details on this Mordred lady… need to make sure it aligns with what I understand about him, or her'.

[Request confirmed]

[Accessing 'Knowledge of the gods']

[ Name: Mordred Pdragon

Age: 0 years of age

Bio: A complex and tragic figure, Mordred is the illegitimate child of King Arthur, birthed from a fragmt of his soul manipulated by the powerful mage, Merlin. This unique origin imbues her with extraordinary power but also a deep-seated internal turmoil. A Knight of the Round Table, she is caught in a perpetual battle betwe her love for her "mother" and the destiny imposed upon her.]

'Uhn? Since wh is Mordred a god?'.

[She is not, I simply gathered the small information from the 'Knowledge of the gods' and pieced it together to form a meaningful biography for you to understand]

'Oh I see."

Ha Joon stared at the information playing in front of his eyes, Merlin moving a in the backg with her lips moving.

"Pfttt! So she's basically just a troubled teager, fits in with what I know." Ha Joon blurted out.

"You really think so?" Merlin stared at Ha Joon.

The information suddly disappeared, leaving Ha Joon staring back at Merlin with no idea of what she was talking about.

"I think I'd like to think it's something like that." He gave a dect reply.

Merlin laughed, her voice so warm and yet attractive.

"I guess you can say that. So it's best to just give her a bit of space, so she can find herself. Now that that has be settled… what kind of magic do you possess?" Merlin asked.

"Excuse me?".

"Don't 'Excuse me', you were able to harm Mordred, you barely have any magic aura a you, so I need to know how you pulled that off." Merlin moved closer.

"Hehe, adraline I guess? I didn't want to die, so I just had to -"

His words fell short wh Merlin suddly placed her fingers on his head.

"W-What are you doing?" Ha Joon asked.

"Sussh." Merlin hushed.

She remained like that for a while, and th suddly, her eyes glowed a purple color as lightning began to spark a her.

Before Ha Joon could tell what was happing, Merlin was already screaming like she was in pain.

He immediately pulled her hand away from his head, watching as she was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath with the reminder of magic ergy sparking a her.