I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

But——

"Wang is indeed a troublesome and reassuring existence."

Cyd couldn't help but sigh.

The almost instinctive Cyd remembered what Mordred carefree looked like.

Rough and reckless, she will lose her temper casually, often duplicity, which is really worrying, but she is willing to accept malice and will never give in. It seems that as long as she follows her, there will be no so-called so-called end.

Sure enough, Mordred, you have what it takes to be a king.

PS ice curse dragon is so disgusting, salted fish, salted fish, obediently and honestly code word

chapter 36 of the king's qualifications

maybe It will take a long time to investigate.

Looking at Mordred, who had been treated quite embarrassed by a group of children, Cyd began to consider whether he should persuade Mordred to wash and sleep.

"Don't underestimate Mordred-sama!"

Mordred, who had all kinds of strange graffiti painted on his face, shouted, and then cautiously slapped the wood he had built up. , and then——

“Bang——”

Mordred accepted the punishment with a face ashen.

Bedivere held the tea and exhaled a sigh of heat like an old man admiring the children's laughter, always feeling that he had figured out something.

"Sure enough, Lord Mordred is Lord Mordred."

I actually associate Mordred as a king, and it really is because I haven't seen the king for too long.

Well, it's really good, Mordred really doesn't look like a king at all.

Although I can't see the expression of Cursed Arm wearing a mask, but looking at him holding tea in confusion, he is probably wondering, what kind of guy was hunting him before and is about to collapse, in short Impossible is Mordred, who is beginning to tiptoe in front of him.

"It's almost like a child," Ritsuka Fujimaru complained.

"No senior, Miss Mordred is looking at us with a super scary look," Mash tugged at the hem of Ritsuka Fujimaru's dress.

Ritsuka Fujimaru blinked and Mordred was indeed staring at her with super scary eyes, but unfortunately, she couldn't really see it from that funny face full of graffiti Horror word.

“What the hell are you doing,” Cyd reluctantly took the towel Da Vinci handed him.

"Of course it's wu wu wu, wait for wu wu wu with your own people, hello! At least wait for me to say wu wu wu, it hurts! At least wu wu wu, take it easy!!!"

" p>

Looking at Mordsuka Fujimaru, who was being rubbed in the face by Cyd. Ritsuka.

"Well, it's a little child."

"That's right."

Mash followed nodded.

"Hey! I heard wu wu wu, haven't you finished wiping!!!"

"I'll take a look," Cyd touched the chin and began to look closely at Mordred's face .

"What, what, suddenly so serious," Mordred blushed.

"Well, face-busting, cough, the magic of making people handsome is beautifully over," Cyd patted Mordred's shoulder, "do you want to continue?"

Mordred touched He grinned after touching his face.

"Huh? Mordred-sama didn't need magic like this from the beginning."

Under the admiring gazes of the children, Mordred raised his fist to the sky.

"Well, is there any magic that makes me look more dignified?"

Mordred, who was supposed to rest, quietly touched behind Cyd, who was sitting on a tree trunk, vigilant, like a thief. .

"You're cowardly too fast," Cyd sighed.

Although vaguely expected.

"Aren't the children watching during the day," Mordred swayed back and forth as he clawed at the tree trunk.

"You're trying again, right?" Cyd raised his hand and put his hand on Mordred's head, rubbing it lightly.

"You can't be brave," this time Mordred didn't contorts one's face in agony and slapped Cyd's hand away, but muttered with his head down, "They think I can give them a happy future. ."

"You are the one who can give them a happy future," Cyd lifted Mordred up the trunk. "Following people you trust is a kind of happiness in itself."

"It's easy for you to say," Mordred grinned weakly, fiddling with his hands, "I'm just a Knight of Treachery, they always want the ideal king, no matter how similar they look, I'm me, she's her. "

Only when she is in the same position will she know what kind of pressure the king she longs for bears.

Bearing with the hopes of the people, she had to keep her vision long-term, and her hands and feet shivered a little just thinking that those people would be signed to eternal damnation because of her wrong decision.

She's not ready yet.

Different from the first time, when she was full of hatred, just thinking about revenge, people? nation? future? At that time, her vision had long been obscured by the angry flames, and she saw nothing.

She was supported only by nobles who could not benefit from King Arthur's hands and commoners who thought the king was unpopular and insecure.

Now she is not swinging down the sword for revenge, but raising the sword in her hand for those who are struggling in the times, the burning anger has long since dissipated, and she has seen what she did not see in the past. The scenery, felt the pressure that made her breathless.

She was finally where she had been longing, but she hesitated.

It was exactly what Wang said.

"I'm not qualified to be a king."

Mordred lowered his head, golden's long hair slowly falling down to cover his face.

"My rebellion has no righteousness, it's just ugly hatred, and there is no future with me."

"It looks like this," Cyd propped up his chin, "Will-willed, childish temperament, often making a lot of noise, most of the negotiation is to give priority to hitting the opposite face with a left fist or a right fist. People who follow such a king are absolutely stupid."

"Hey! You're going too far!" Mordred couldn't help shouting lifts the head, but when he thought that the villagers were already asleep by this time, he immediately lowered his voice and pinched Cyd's clothes with his right hand. Unwillingly, he mumbled, "You regret it, right? You regret choosing me to be your king. It's too late to change my mind. Anyway, I will challenge Lion King. Although I don't like Lancelot, he is more suitable than me to be the king. King."

"It's really clumsy, magic can only change appearance, time will test everything, whether you are worth following has already come to a conclusion," Cyd held Mordred's face, " There are so many idiots behind you, but you only look ahead, it doesn't matter, the people don't only accept the protection of the king, they also support the king, don't carry everything on your back."

Mordred's eyes widened slightly.

If someone had said this to the king at that time, the king would not have been the perfect king, she would no longer look down on everything indifferently, spit bitterness to her subordinates, and occasionally Be willful, throw off the official business and run into the crowd, and the Knights of the Round Table will surely handle official business with a wry smile, and then pretend to go to the crowd to find their king.