Chapter 94: The Fairy’s Prank -2-
Kay had been hit head-on by the waters of the Fountain of Youth that Morgan had sprinkled and left behind.
His body, once a hulking mass of steel-like muscle forged through tens of thousands of near-death experiences in the Celtic Labyrinth, had completely reverted to the fresh-faced boy he had been when he first took in the Artorias.
Slender limbs, pale and squishy cheeks, and wide, startled eyes.
He was the ultimate "shota" in every sense—the polar opposite of the dependable pillar and protector Kay had always been. He was now a catalyst for fierce protective instincts and overwhelming maternal affection.
“Hey, wait a second. Why is everyone looking at me like that?”
The shrunken Kay faltered, stepping backward, but the encirclement by the women—who had already lost their reason like ravenous beasts—was absolute.
“Oh my gaaaah!! Hubby!! You’re so small, precious, and adorable!!”
The first to lose her senses and dash forward was Tamamo-no-Mae, her tail wagging like a propeller.
She scooped up the flailing Kay, pressed him tight against her ample bosom, and began rubbing her face against his cheeks.
“Ugh, pffh! I—I can’t breathe, you fox!!”
“Stay still, little Master.”
Before anyone knew it, Medusa had approached, a faint smile on her lips as she gently stroked the crown of Kay’s head while he struggled in Tamamo's grip.
“To think that such silky hair exists, untouched by the poisonous miasma and calluses of the Labyrinth. Today, I shall bathe you, tuck you in, and perhaps read you a fairy tale.”
“Who’s bathing who?! I’m all grown up! No—I *was* grown up!!”
“Quiet, you little brat.”
Jeanne d’Arc Alter clicked her tongue, stepped forward, and pinched his soft cheeks with both hands, pulling them wide.
“Aww, look how squishy. That old grump who spent every waking moment nagging us to eat more has become this tiny thing—it’s absolutely poetic. Hehe, your big sister is giving you a special lap pillow today, so just behave.”
Kay was too stunned to speak at Jeanne Alter’s sudden proclamation of sisterhood, something that would have been unimaginable under any other circumstance.
“My Master… no, my little puppy.”
Bagest also crouched down to meet Kay’s eye level, covering her mouth with a massive hand as she trembled with emotion.
“May I even dare to hold you? I fear you might shatter if I touch you... Oh, I vow to give my delicate little master rides on my shoulders for the rest of my life!”
“No, Bagest, not you too!! I can walk on my own!”
As the Servants’ zealous displays of affection continued, Artoria’s eyes—which should have been alight with joy at having reclaimed Excalibur—instead flickered with a cold, blue fire.
And she wasn't alone; her other sisters who had followed her were equally captivated.
To those who had always been cared for by Kay, teased with gentle flicks on the forehead, and treated like little sisters, the shrunken Kay represented the perfect opportunity to completely upend the established hierarchy.
“Move aside!! Brother is mine! No—now that I’m the older one, you’re my little brother!”
Artoria tossed aside her holy sword and forcibly snatched Kay from Tamamo’s arms, pulling him tightly to her chest.
“What nonsense! I am the true big sister! Kay, do you want this hamburger? Big sister will feed you—say ‘ah~’, say ‘ah~’!”
Artoria Alter had somehow produced junk food and pressed it to Kay’s lips—food that Kay himself had prepared for her earlier.
“Both of you, back off! I’m taking Brother to Cornwall! I’ll raise you at Tintagel Castle, feed you delicious treats for the rest of your life, and dress you in the prettiest clothes!”
Lily, who had just returned from her diplomatic duties, beamed with excitement as she grabbed both of Kay’s arms.
“Um, big brother... no—little brother Kay.”
Artoria Caster smiled shyly and placed a delicate flower crown on Kay’s head.
“I used my magic to make an incredibly soft baby bed. Would you like to take a nap with me? I’ll sing you a lullaby.”
“Oh, big brother as a shota…!! This is a treasure of the universe! It must be preserved! X! Bring a transparent display case at once!”
As Artoria X shouted while wiping a nosebleed, Artoria X Alter adjusted her glasses and deployed a rare Craft Essence that captured photographic portraits, beginning to record Kay’s every movement.
“As the subject’s mass decreases, the density of cuteness increases exponentially. This is far more valuable than mere sugar.”
“Aaah!! Are you all insane?! In terms of age, I’m still way older than all of you!! Let go! Let me go!!”
Kay struggled desperately to escape Artoria’s embrace, but there was no way his child’s body could withstand her monstrous strength.
He had reverted to the body he possessed when he first met the Artorias—before he had learned to survive against the beasts of the Labyrinth.
The chaos in Camelot spread throughout the inner keep.
“Sir Kay!!”
Gawain, the first to hear the news, rushed over and saw the young, struggling Kay in Artoria’s arms. He immediately collapsed to his knees, wailing in grief.
“Oh, gods! Sir Kay, once so valiant and merciless, has become such a small, pitiable boy…! I shall peel a hundred sacks of potatoes if need be to restore your lost muscles, Sir Kay!!”
“Sir Gawain, please calm down! Can't you see Sir Kay is distressed!”
Bedivere tried to rein him in, knowing that if left unchecked, Gawain would actually do it.
“Wow~ Uncle has gotten so tiny!!”
Gareth, excited, ran over and began ruffling Kay’s hair vigorously.
“Ahem, would you like to try calling me ‘big sister’?”
“Sister my foot—you’re my niece, you little rascal!”
In the midst of the madness, one knight remained hidden behind a pillar, her flushed face bowed low.
It was Calogrenant, who, after her crushing defeat by Kay in the past, had come to idolize him passionately.
“W-what am I to do… Sir Kay, who was so formidable and strong, has become so... so cute…”
Calogrenant covered her reddened face with her shield and took a deep breath.
“If I were to stand by his side every day as his guard, teaching him swordsmanship and reading him fairy tales at night... ugh, no! As a knight, I cannot harbor such blasphemous thoughts…! But he’s just too adorable!”
Even the knight who upheld the strictest chivalry was reduced to a woman whose maternal instincts exploded in the face of Kay’s overwhelming charm.
Some time later, they finally arrived in the room.
“Daddy? Where did Daddy go?”
Mordred, waking from her nap, waddled over and peered at Kay, who was now the same age as her and still cradled in Artoria’s arms.
“Uh… who are you? Have you seen my Daddy?”
“I’m your father, you little brat! It’s me!”
As Kay shouted in frustration, Mordred’s eyes went wide.
“Wow!! Daddy’s as tiny as me!! This is awesome!! Now Daddy and I can be friends!!”
Mordred cheered and tackled Kay, flattening him to the floor.
The adult Kay would have lifted her easily with one hand, but in his child form, he couldn’t withstand Mordred’s fierce tackle and ended up rolling across the ground.
“Ugh! Hey, no matter how young I am, I’m still your father! Don’t call me your friend…!”
Mordred gleefully tugged at Kay’s cheek.
“Daddy’s cheeks are so squishy~”
Crash!!!!
At that moment, the door burst open with enough force to shatter the frame.
All eyes turned to the figure at the doorway: Artoria Lancer, the Knight of the Holy Lance, who had galloped like mad from North Wales on the Dún Stallion and now stood there, panting heavily.
Upon hearing the news, she had used Mana Burst to reach maximum speed, soaring through the sky with the power of Rhongomyniad to reach Camelot in record time.
“…I’m not late, am I.”
With every step, her towering height and that dreadfully massive chest—hailed as the greatest in Britain—swayed heavily.
She was the very embodiment of the perfect, mature woman descending upon a gathering of her immature sisters.
Artoria Lancer Alter, who was already present, crossed her arms and nodded.
“You made it. I have a most extraordinary sight prepared for your enjoyment.”
Lancer’s gaze locked onto the child Kay.
“…!!”
For a moment, it seemed as if the snap of Lancer’s last thread of reason echoed throughout the entirety of Camelot.
She tossed aside her Holy Lance, sprinted over at full speed, scooped Kay up, and plunged his face straight into her massive, soft bosom.
“Ugh!! Mmphhh!! I—I can’t breathe...! This is an assassination!! An assassination by sheer softness!!”
Kay kicked his legs in a panic at the risk of suffocation, but Lancer didn’t let go; instead, she squeezed him tighter and smiled ecstatically.
“Ohh… big brother… no, my small, beloved boy. You’re so soft and warm……”
Lancer pressed her nose into the crown of Kay’s head, inhaling deeply as she whispered in rapture.
“When I was young, I was always carried on big brother’s broad back, but now I can hold you in my arms and care for you for the rest of your life. Don’t worry. With everything I have, I will raise you to be the happiest child in the world.”
“Who’s raising whom!! I’m still an adult on the inside!! Help meee!!”
“That’s not allowed, Lancer!! Just because your chest is big doesn't mean you can monopolize him! That's cheating!!”
Artoria drew her sword in anger and charged.
“That’s right! Little Master is going to sleep on my lap!”
Medusa chimed in, her chains clinking as she joined the fray.
“Mikon!! Hubby said he feels safest in his concubine’s embrace!!”
Tamamo pulled out a talisman, ready for battle.
“I’m the senior sister here! Everyone step back!!”
Even Jeanne d’Arc Alter spewed black flames as she dove into the chaos, and the other sisters followed suit.
Because of one shrunken body, the fortress of Camelot instantly transformed into a hellish battlefield—a shota scramble of apocalyptic proportions.
Buried under exploding maternal love, rich feminine scents, and those massive, soft bosoms, Kay was tossed about until finally, wearing an expression of total enlightenment, he stared up at the ceiling.
‘Morgan… you rotten witch. Why didn’t you just curse me or stab me instead…’
Kay had survived by cutting down countless beasts and monsters in the Labyrinth.
But in this moment, before the predatory "sisters" hungrily circling him, he was nothing but a helpless young lamb, praying for the effects of the Fountain of Youth to wear off as quickly as possible.
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