Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　And Gilgamesh was not in a good mood either.

　　"What a stupid plan."

　　It turns out that Gilgamesh still has a considerable degree of strategic vision.

　　Exposing one's own strength prematurely has the effect of deterring the enemy.But at the same time, it is also easy for the enemy to have a sense of crisis, thus forming an alliance intentionally or unintentionally.

　　In addition, the matter of letting the assassin infiltrate the Tohsaka Mansion is really open to question.

　　After all, everyone knows that assassins are the weakest Servants—under certain special circumstances, they may not be the opponents of ordinary magicians.

　　And this kind of practice of forcibly sneaking in is not as strong as people, it is easy to think of the words deliberately giving people's heads and fighting fake matches.

　　Tohsaka Tokiomi's idea is good, but judging from the results, he may be lifting a rock and shooting himself in the foot.

　　However, even though Gilgamesh knew that such an outcome would occur, he did not remind Tohsaka Tokiomi of his thoughts.

　　He is like an aloof god, overlooking the actors who have gradually stepped into the stage, looking forward to them being able to give him a wonderful performance.

　　For this reason, even if he was asked to personally go out and play the role of "The Clown" temporarily, he would definitely not care too much.

　　"Human beings...it's really easy to be self-satisfied!"

　　In the end, Gilgamesh ends with such a sigh, and takes a heavy swig of beer.

　　Recently, he has fallen in love with this more presumptuous drinking method.

　　In Mordred's words, the heroes of ancient times drank like this.

　　At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield.

　　The clear fighting spirit has already begun to intersect vertically and horizontally, and it is constantly making bursts of "ding ding ding dong" sounds.

　　The surging magic power can be clearly felt even by Gilgamesh and Mordred, who are separated by seven or eight miles.

　　Gilgamesh was instantly interested.

　　"Finally something interesting!"

　　Gilgamesh said playfully, stood up from his seat, and planned to find a suitable place to watch the battle.

　　However, at this time, Gilgamesh was puzzled to find that Mordred was still sitting in the chair, motionless, and had no intention of leaving.

　　"Aren't you going to have a look?"

　　Gilgamesh asked curiously.

　　But Mordred shook his head, showing no interest at all.

　　"Two worthless pawns - what's so good about it?!"

　　He smiled indifferently, as if he really didn't care about the opening game of the Holy Grail War.

　　Gilgamesh didn't doubt it, and he didn't show too much courtesy to Mordred, so he walked out of the food stall and hurried towards the distant battlefield.

　　It's just that Gilgamesh doesn't know that.

　　Just the first moment after he left this food stall——

　　"boss!!!"

　　Mordred, who had just shown a leisurely look, suddenly seemed to be a different person.

　　He hurriedly ran to the counter, picked up the menu, and faced the owner of the food stall, as well as Tosaka Tokiomi's bank card, which was a violent output.

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　　"This, this, this, and this, give me ten copies of each, pack and take away."

　　"It's faster, you know?!"

　　……

　　Abandoned warehouse in Miyama-cho, Fuyuki City.

　　It used to be a very prosperous seaport.

　　Later, with the expansion of the city and the establishment of a new port, the old port was gradually abandoned and gradually became a place for stacking waste containers.

　　For those heroic spirits with supernormal powers, this abandoned warehouse is a suitable place for battle.

　　In this place where no ordinary person would easily set foot in, they could do their best and show their talents.

　　Just, don't know why.

........ ......

　　Since just now, Arturia has been in a state of restlessness.

　　As if... in this Holy Grail War, something very bad will happen.

　　"Is it because of this curse?"

　　Arturia lowered her head, looked at the injury on her left hand, and shook her head silently.

　　Although DiLumuduo's attack was fierce, it was far from the point where she was helpless.

　　"Or, is it because of this Conqueror King?"

　　Arturia raised her head again and looked at the King of Conquerors who suddenly appeared on this battlefield and forcibly stopped her "knight duel" with Dirumdo.

　　"No, no."

　　She shook her head and continued to deny it.

　　Her intuition told her that something terrible, even terrible, would happen next.

　　And the Conqueror King in front of him is far from reaching that level.

　　Even the glittering, golden guy who suddenly appeared on the streetlights and uttered nonsense did not make Arturia feel that terrible.

　　So... what would it be?

　　Arturia pondered.

　　However, at this time.

　　An enthusiastic voice suddenly sounded from behind Artoria, but it made the famous king of knights stunned for a moment.

　　But when Arturia realized who the owner of the voice was, a dense layer of black lines appeared on her face.

　　"Father, you must be starving after fighting for so long." Yi.

Chapter 197

　　under the moonlight.

　　in the night.

　　When Mordred's voice sounded, Artoria only felt that the whole world became quiet in an instant.

　　The aroma of food followed the night wind and penetrated into the tip of her nose, seducing the most primitive biological instinct in her heart.

　　Arturia subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

　　She turned her head slowly.

　　What caught my eye was a very familiar face.

　　It is also a face that makes Arturia extremely annoying!

　　"Why are you here?!"

　　She asked in a cold voice, but the Sword of Oath Victory in her hand turned its direction in an instant, showing the appearance that it could attack at any time.

　　Regrettably, Artoria in this state was no longer able to scare Mordred.

　　"Since you can be here, Father, then naturally I can also appear here."

　　As Mordred spoke, he stretched out his hand and hung the big bag full of food in his hand on the Sword of Oath Victory shrouded in the Wind King's enchantment.

　　For a while, it was not for Artoria to attack, and it was not for retraction.

　　It can only be awkward standing on the spot, posing a kind of POSS that looks handsome at first, but becomes more and more stupid after a long time.

　　At this moment, Artoria is really like a sculpture.

　　And Mordred was silently admiring the sculpture by the side - a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

　　"Father of the parallel world..."

　　"very nice……"

　　He couldn't help sighing, but the figure of another father and king appeared in his mind.

　　The father of that world has ignored him for a long, long time.

　　Not that kind of pretended indifference, but that kind of real attitude that treats him like air.

　　But it made Mordred quite embarrassed.

　　And it is for this reason.

　　When Mordred met the "Father King of the Parallel World", he cherished the opportunity to communicate with Arturia more and more.

　　For this reason, even if Arturia's attitude is quite bad, he is happy.

　　"Oh, father, why is your hand hurt?"

　　"Which bastard did it? Bet on the name of the Knights of the Round Table and see me take his head and avenge you."

　　While talking, Mordred walked in the direction of Dirumdo.

　　DiLumuduo subconsciously took two steps back and raised the weapon in his hand.

　　As a true warrior, he could feel a very strong sense of crisis from Mordred.

　　Moreover, the magic gun in his hand is still warning him constantly, passing him some incredible information.

　　At the same time, next to Dirumdo, King of Conqueror Iskadar frowned slightly.

　　Just now, in the name of the king, he forcibly stopped this noble duel.

　　But now, Mordred jumped out forcibly, wanting to avenge the previous knight king.