Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　For this reason, she did not hesitate to give up the opportunity to sleep forever, signed a contract with the restraint force, and fell into the endless cycle of reincarnation.

　　Just to be able to give Britain a chance to be saved.

　　And now, the example of Britain's salvation was vividly placed in front of her.

　　In this case, even if the person who saved Britain was Mordred, she recognized it...  

　　"Don't you want me to apologize to you?"

　　With a straight face, she continued.

　　Then, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the wine in it.

　　This is called "apology".

　　But what she did made Mordred almost jump from the ground with joy!

　　Or rather, he has jumped up.

　　"It's not, it's really not."

　　He waved his hand excitedly, and quickly filled the empty glass in front of Arturia with wine.

　　"Father, don't you embarrass me as a son by doing this?"

　　"As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong with the king and father in the world, and it is all my fault."

　　"Come on, I respect you and make up for it."

　　Mordred, who was already complacent, gave up the small wine glass on the table, directly picked up the big jar full of wine, and drank the wine in it directly, one drop. Not left.

　　"I'm happy today, everyone is open to drink, whoever doesn't drink will look down on me!"

　　"None of you want to walk out of this house standing up!"

　　……

　　Mordred, who was already extremely excited, asked CC to warm up the rest of the food and continue to eat.

　　Add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast.

　　And with Mordred's voice of persuading him to drink, the Holy Grail quiz, which was supposed to decide the ownership of the Holy Grail, ended hastily.

　　"Come on, Lao Jin, after drinking this glass of wine, friendship is in my heart!"

　　"King of Conqueror? It was you and my father who quarreled just now? Come on, let's make a gesture."

　　"Father, ah, you don't need to drink. You sit over with them and have a drink."

　　Mordred, who was carrying the wine jar, walked back and forth around the table, even reluctant to return to his seat.

　　And CC, who was sitting next to him, looked at the bear child who was already playing drunkenly with a rather gentle gaze.

　　She knew it was a big moment for Mordred.

　　So, no matter how crazy he behaves, it's a matter of course.

　　Because, just tonight.

　　He and the world, reconciled. .

Chapter 223

　　This is actually a very sad thing.

　　Because here, we must first understand such a precondition:

　　Mordred didn't want to become king out of his own will.

　　His ideal was an ideal "borrowed" from Artoria.

　　Put aside the identity of the "Crown Prince".

　　Fundamentally speaking, Mordred's greatest wish was not to make Arturia regret it.

　　He didn't want the tragedy of Kamran Hill to be staged in front of Artoria again, and he didn't want Artoria to say "I want to find another person to draw the sword in the stone".

　　Therefore, he took the initiative to stand up and help Arturia withstand the pressure of fate, forcibly dragging Britain out of the quagmire of destruction.

　　He has created a great empire that has been brilliant for a thousand years, which can be regarded as fulfilling Artoria's initial wishes.

　　However, at that time, he could no longer receive Artoria's approval and forgiveness.

　　The reason is inconvenient to say, but CC knows that Mordred has been troubled by this matter all the time.

　　But now, these 12 all are not a problem.

　　Artoria herself admitted Mordred's right and her own mistakes.

　　Even though this Artoria was not the real Artoria, it still made Mordred feel extremely excited.

　　Or, in a sense.It was because of this world that Arturia suffered a shattered fate.Therefore, the importance of her recognition can be more reflected.

　　After all, only those who have experienced the pain of shattering can understand what a rare miracle that seemingly peaceful daily life is.

　　"I did it, I really did it!"

　　"I fulfilled my father's wish, that is to say, my father recognized me from the bottom of my heart."

　　"That's really... good."

　　At this moment, Mordred, who was standing next to CC, was already excited and incoherent.

　　In this regard, CC secretly pouted in his heart.

　　As the so-called authorities are obsessed, bystanders are clear.

　　CC has long known that Artoria has recognized Mordred's "merit".

　　After all, the splendor of Holy Britain is an indisputable fact.

　　But because in one thing, Mordred did too much.As a result, she almost didn't want to say a single word of nonsense to this renegade.

　　That's why the relationship between the two of them has been so rigid.

　　"If you tell Artoria here all the shit you've done, I'm afraid she won't forgive you."

　　CC complained silently in his heart.

　　But of course.

　　On such a celebratory day, she would not spoil Mordred's happiness.

　　She just patted Mordred on the shoulder in relief.

　　And in the next instant.

　　When CC used the corner of his eye, he saw Ilya, who was shivering in Mordred's seat.And when Irisviel, who was sitting beside her with writing on her face, nodded thoughtfully.

　　"He's in a good mood right now."

　　"You might be able to make some modest requests of him."

　　CC reminded in time.

　　But it made Irisviel wake up in an instant.

　　"Thank you."

　　Irisviel sincerely thanked CC.

　　However, in the next moment.

　　Just when Irisviel was going to tell Mordred about this immediately, CC took her hand again.

　　"not now."

　　CC shook his head, motioning to Irisviel to stay calm.

　　"Alright, wait a minute."

　　……

　　The lively king's banquet was held until the middle of the night, before it could end.

　　What is surprising is that the King of Conquerors who seems to be able to drink the most is actually the least able to drink.

　　"The stars...the sea."

　　Halfway through the drink, he was already staring at the stars, and was thrown by Mordred to the table of women, children and magicians, so that he sobered up.

　　In order not to go back for a while, but also to sleep on the street.

　　Anyway, judging from Weber's small body, he must not be able to carry Iskander.

　　And about half an hour later, Gilgamesh also withdrew.

　　To be honest, he really couldn't stand this way of drinking alcohol desperately.

　　After all, he is a king, and he never dared anyone to drink like this with him before his death.

　　He has been able to stand up to now, completely relying on the blood of the two-thirds of the gods.

　　But even so, manpower will run out.

　　"Hmph... Miscellaneous repairs."

　　"Today... that's it, so far... hiccup."

　　I don't know if I was really drunk, or if I was spoiled by the belly full of drinks.

　　All in all, Gilgamesh staggered out of the villa and disappeared.

　　——Mordred guessed that he should have vomited in an empty corner.

　　And in this way, only Mordred and Arturia were left on the table.

　　"Father, I did it, you can do whatever you want."

　　As Mordred spoke, he picked up the wine jar at hand and drank the wine in it.

　　In this regard, although Artoria felt that this behavior was childish, she did not want to compete with Mordred at all.