Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　He asked calmly, but his tone was quite certain, as if he had seen such a scene with his own eyes.

　　But Mordred was amused by his serious appearance.

　　"Please, I didn't kill people."

　　"And he hid it himself - I didn't even tell me where he was hiding, and I couldn't help him if I wanted to."

　　Speaking of this, Mordred's face showed a very helpless expression.

　　When he thought about it, this time, Tosaka Tokiomi's death couldn't be blamed on anyone else at all.

　　He did it all by himself, and even blocked all his escape routes.

　　And Gilgamesh himself is a master who doesn't communicate well - offend him, do you still want to live in this world?

　　Either kill him or be killed by him.

　　Other than that, there is no choice at all.

　　"He is also benevolent."

　　Mordred sighed.

　　Magicians all aim to find their roots.

　　However, how many people can really reach the root cause?

　　Most of them, haven't they died on the road to the root cause and become a stepping stone for future generations?

　　"If he was a beautiful girl, I might be able to lust after her and try to save her."

　　"But he's not."

　　"Just a boring old magician, his existence means nothing to me - what am I doing to save him?"

　　Mordred spread his hands and bluntly said what he thought.

　　In response, Kotomine Kirei nodded slightly.

　　"I see."

　　He said very calmly, neither his face nor his voice showed too many emotional fluctuations.

　　It was as if Tosaka Tokiomi's death was just a trivial matter for him.

　　This is probably because the agency agency has specialized in this aspect.

　　In order to maintain the peace and justice of the world, the agency agency kills a lot of people every year.

　　Kotomine Kirei had already looked down upon the matter of "death" very lightly.

　　On the contrary, it was Kotomine Kirei's father, the old priest who seemed a little majestic at first glance, and felt extremely sorry for Tohsaka Tokiomi's death.

　　"Brother, alas."

　　He kept sighing, the sadness on his face was not fake at all.

　　It's a sincere, emotional outpouring.

　　Aside from the fact that the Magician's Association and the Sanctuary were the gateways, the Kotomine family and the Tohsaka family were actually friends.

　　Back then, the ancestors of the Kotomine family traveled across the ocean and came to preach in this far eastern land, and it was with the help of the ancestors of the Tohsaka family.

　　Later, the Kotomine family also contributed a lot to the reason why the Tohsaka family was able to become the manager of the Fuyuki City leylines.

　　The two families supported each other and established a firm foothold in Fuyuki City, which was considered a success.

　　But now.

　　Tokiomi Tohsaka died before he started his career, leaving only such a poor pair of orphans and widowed mothers with no whereabouts.

　　The loneliness of the Tohsaka family was already inevitable.

　　"Contact the Magician's Association first, and ask them to remove Tokiomi-san's magic seal."

　　"As for the rest... I'll talk about it later."

　　At this moment, Kotomine Risei can only play his role as much as possible and try his best to preserve the achievements of the Tohsaka family.

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　　This is not just for the Tohsaka family, but also for the Kotomine family.

　　He knew that in this change, the Tohsaka family might lose a lot of things.But as long as the Tohsaka family's status as the "Fuyuki leyline manager" can be retained, there is still a chance for a comeback.

　　Their Kotomine family can continue to stabilize their position in Fuyuki City and absorb more benefits.

　　On the other hand, the reason why he was looking for an opportunity to bring Mordred over was for another important thing.

　　"You mean, you want to form an alliance with me?"

　　In the church's exhibition room, Mordred said casually while playing with a small stick about the length of a little finger that was kept in an exquisite small box.

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　　"Why do you have to find me?"

　　"Don't fool me with 'my master is the daughter of the Tohsaka family'."

　　to be frank.

　　Mordred is not very interested in that Holy Grail.

　　Get it if you can, destroy it if you don't - no big deal.

　　But if Kotomine Rizheng could give him a reasonable explanation, he wouldn't mind contributing to it.

　　Anyway, idle is idle.

　　However, what Mordred did not expect was—

　　"reason?"

　　"Isn't the reason in your hands?"

　　Looking at Mordred in front of him, Kotomine Rizheng's expression was both serious and pious.

　　It was as if the believers were worshipping his true God.

　　Mordred was stunned for a moment and looked at his hand subconsciously.

　　Then, he understood.

　　What is this seemingly innocuous little thing for—

　　"Holy nails..."

　　It was the four nails that nailed the Messiah to the cross.

　　Of course, it's just a fake.

　　But even so, when Mordred picked up this nail, but did not trigger any countermeasures, it could still explain a lot of problems.

　　"Even we priests must use a special technique under the training of the church to use these holy relics."

　　"However, you can use it so freely."

　　"If I'm not mistaken...you should be more than just an emperor."

　　"Should he be a born saint, right?" Yi.

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　　seriously.

　　Mordred actually didn't want to show anyone else what he had accomplished in the church.

　　Especially someone like Kotomine Risei, a die-hard supporter of the Church of the Holy Church, would not arouse the slightest interest in Mordred.

　　But now.

　　"Hey, I've been hiding so deeply, and you've discovered it all."

　　Looking at Yanfeng Rizheng's expectant look, Mordred shook his head helplessly, showing a look of "I obviously don't want to tell it, but you insisted on forcing me to tell it".

　　Then, he told Kotomine Risei in a very "simple" way about his journey to find the Holy Grail.

　　What is in danger and ordered, knowing that it cannot be done.

　　What went through untold hardships, climbed the mountains, and finally felt the pulse of miracles at the northernmost tip of the island.

　　After three hundred rounds of battle with the legendary dragon, he passed the second trial of the Holy Grail with that extraordinary ability.

　　And the shameless Iron Fist Saint, who actually wanted to test his will in such a shameful way.

　　Fortunately, his will was unbreakable, he saw through Marda's conspiracy, successfully lifted the Holy Grail, and made the only correct "wish".

　　"It was a tough journey."

　　Mordred said so, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

　　As far as Feng Lizheng is concerned, he is also very embarrassed.

　　He heard Mordred's additions, and he understood that what happened was probably not what he said.

　　However, after stripping this flamboyant surface layer.There are two points that Yanfeng Lizheng can be sure of.

　　First, the Mordred in front of him did find it and held the Holy Grail in his own hands.

　　Second, after getting the Holy Grail, he really smashed the Holy Grail with a backhand sword.

　　"The most precious legacy left by the Messiah is not the cup."

　　"It gives people the courage and hope to look forward to the future with light in their hearts, no matter what kind of darkness they face."

　　"In contrast, the so-called Holy Grail is not important."

　　Kotomine Rizheng said with a sigh.

　　Looking at his expression and demeanor at this moment, it is really a bit of a master of a generation, detached from the outside world.

　　But that's a bit puzzling.

　　"Then why are you so obsessed with the Holy Grail?"