Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　And this filial daughter is none other than the love object of Alsace, the filial son.Jaina Proudmoore.

　　It should be said, not a family, do not enter the house?

　　"No, now is not the time to think about these things."

　　"This sword... how do you see it, why is it unknown?"

　　Consciousness returned to reality, Mordred said that he did not want to be the user of this magic sword.

　　In fact, even across the system space, he could feel the coldness that even his soul could penetrate from this magic sword.

　　And the ability of this magic sword made Mordred feel that it was a proper evil soldier.

　　"Item name: Frostmourne."

　　"Type: Weapon, one-handed sword."

　　"Rarity: Epic."

　　"Enchantment [-]: Frost (when attacking, there is a chance to apply a freezing effect to the enemy)."

　　"Enchantment [-]: Curse (when attacking, the enemy must be cursed. The curse effect is determined according to the enemy's level)."

　　"Enchantment [-]: Drain the soul (when attacking, convert the damage to the enemy into its own vitality)."

　　"Special ability: Undead Scourge (after the skill is activated, an army of undead will be created from the surrounding environment)."

　　"[The person who owns this sword is the real Lich King]."

　　Say something.

　　Even in the systematic explanation, this magic sword is actually a replica of Azeroth's [Frostmourne]. It does not have the ability to erode the soul, and it does not seal the original Lich King Ner'zhul. soul, so it will not cause any harm to the user.

　　But even so, Mordred absolutely did not want to use this magic sword as his usual weapon.

　　Because he was sure that if he dared to draw this magic sword in front of Artoria.In the next moment, Artoria, who felt the evil of this magic sword, would definitely draw out the holy spear Lungomiad without hesitation, and let him feel what a father's love is like a mountain.

　　"It's so hard for me!"

　　"The queen mother is a lunatic who will do anything for revenge."

　　"My father is a demon who has completely sealed his emotions and has completely become a state machine."

　　"In the dark, there is still a conscientious flower magician staring at him. I don't know when he will backstab me."

　　"And now, even this golden finger doesn't look very reliable."

　　After some careful analysis, Mordred was a little desperate.

　　In the face of this hell-level opening difficulty, at this moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by this world.

　　"Why don't you consider Remake to start over."

　　With this self-defeating mentality, Mordred clicked on another item in the novice gift bag.

　　To be honest, at this time, he has given up hope for his future.

　　"The big deal is just like the original Mordred, being a bear child for ten years, and then having a real father-son game with Artoria in Kamran Hill."

　　No matter how you think, being able to complete the one-for-one exchange with Artoria in this era called "Knight King" is a sure-fire thing.

　　but--

　　"Skill name: Bear children don't die from domestic violence."

　　"Skill Type: Innate Skill."

　　"Skill introduction: As a bear child, no matter how much you do, you will not die in the hands of your elders."

　　"Skill effect: The attack from the elder will receive a [-]% damage reduction effect. When you are fatally injured, the fatal effect will be automatically canceled."

　　"Um?!!"

　　Seeing this, Mordred was instantly relieved.

　　"This, this... magic skill!"

　　He smiled happily and danced.

　　He knew that for a newborn, that might be a bit too much.

　　But if it wasn't like this, it would be impossible to show his excitement.

　　"Won't be mortally wounded...hehe."

　　The biggest threat has been lifted. At this moment, Mordred has only one thought in his heart:

　　"Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly."

　　"From now on, in this corner of Britain, I have the final say!"

　　……

　　Camelot, Chalk City.

　　Night has come, but Artoria, who is still in the service room, has no plans to suspend work.

　　In other words, for her king who always advocates [thrifty], this luxurious service room itself is enough to take on the responsibilities of [palace] and meet all her daily needs.

　　Arturia did not like such a splendid palace.

　　Perhaps, the stables filled with grass are her ideal office location.

　　But under Merlin's persuasion, she still reluctantly lived in this castle and performed her function as a king.

　　"After all, a luxurious life is also part of the king."

　　The Magician of Flowers said with a smile.

　　He has faintly realized the mistakes he made before, and intends to subtly change Arturia's thoughts in this way.

　　But unfortunately, this change came a little too late.

　　The king's path has been formed, and whether it is right or wrong, Arturia, who has already embarked on this path, has long been unable to turn back.

　　"By the way, today is also the day of the prophecy."

　　"The child who was destined to destroy your royal career was born."

　　Next to Artoria, the Magician of Flowers said softly—as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

　　In this regard, Artoria's reaction was even more dull than Merlin's:

　　"understood."

　　She said so without even raising her head.

　　It's just that the strokes on the parchment are obviously a little too heavy, but it reflects her mood at this moment, and it is definitely not as calm as it seems on the surface. .

Chapter 3

　　A month later.

　　South of the British Isle, in the forests of the Kingdom of Wales.

　　For Mordred, a good day starts with listening to Morgan's teachings:

　　"Mordred, you are my child, and you are entitled to inherit everything in this kingdom."

　　"You will also inherit everything in this kingdom!"

　　In the quiet forest, Morgan, who was sitting under the big tree, repeated the words that she had said many times - let alone Mordred, I'm afraid even the birds on the tree were a little annoyed. .

　　But on the surface, Mordred still showed an attentive listening, and apparently accepted it.

　　"Yes, Queen Mother."

　　"I will be the king of this land."

　　Although it has only been a month of growth, due to the particularity of artificial life, Mordred has completely left the infancy stage and has officially entered the growth stage.

　　From the outside, it probably looks like an eight or nine-year-old child.The blond hair was blown by the early morning wind, radiating a dazzling brilliance under the rising sun.

　　Looks full of vigor.

　　Morgan was pleased with Mordred's performance.

　　Because from Mordred, she saw the shadow of her first child.

　　The child named "Gawain" has now become the right-hand man of the King of Knights and is the most popular knight in this land.

　　But if they had to compare their two children, Morgan still prefers Mordred.

　　The reason is also very simple - that is Mordred is obedient enough.

　　Unlike the sun knight who radiates the sun's rays all over his body, he just keeps moving forward with the justice in his heart.

　　Mordred's "justice" was bestowed by Morgan and was based on Morgan's will.

　　For Morgan, Mordred was simply the "perfect" child.

　　Definitely able to help her complete her revenge!

　　"Well, Mordred, work hard today!"

　　Morgan nodded with a smile, left a motivating remark, and then floated away.

　　It's true that she's Mordred's mother, but at the same time, she has other identities.

　　She is also the princess of Lot Kingdom, the witch of Britain, and the evil side of the fairy in the lake.

　　She had other things to do and couldn't spend all her time on Mordred.

　　Of course, the reason why she was relieved to let Mordred stay in this dangerous forest alone.Or because the current Mordred has shown enough strength——

　　Mordred, who appears to be between seven and eight years old, already possesses an intelligence level that is no less than that of an adult, and a formidable combat power far exceeding that of an adult.

　　However, Morgan didn't think much about this extraordinary performance.

　　In other words, Mordred's performance is normal in Morgan's mind.

　　"She is the child of me and 'that person'!"

　　Under the cover of [good genes], all of Mordred's abnormal performance seemed to be taken for granted.