Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　She knew that she would never be a match for that guy in terms of lip service.

　　Especially in terms of shamelessness, Artoria is more willing to call Mordred the strongest.

　　however--

　　"Eh? Your first reaction when you saw me was not to ask Guinevere, but to ask potatoes?"

　　"Guinevere, you heard it, your king doesn't care about you at all."

　　"She's here for the potatoes."

　　"You still follow me."

　　In the face of Artoria's question, Mordred took a different approach and found Artoria's black spot.

　　But it made Artoria's face even more ugly.

　　"Damn~〃!"

　　"He was tricked again."

　　Arturia didn't know where this Mordred came from so many bad intentions.

　　Relying on Morgan's cultivation alone, it is absolutely impossible to cause such a result.

　　"Could it be that his father was a super villain? He actually inherited his father's talent?"

　　Artoria silently guessed in her heart.

　　However, on the other hand.

　　After Artoria heard the news about Guinevere, she was actually relieved.

　　At least Guinevere is still alive.And it doesn't sound like Mordred has been poisoned yet.

　　"Stop talking nonsense!"

　　"I must save Guinevere, so there is no need to ask."

　　"I'm asking you now, what's going on with those potatoes."

　　Arturia asked coldly.

　　At this moment, she showed the spirit of a king.

　　Especially the look of the angry eyes, it looks like a lion about to get angry.

　　If some ordinary people were to face such power, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to resist, so they would kneel on the ground and raise their hands in surrender.

　　"The spirit of a king."

　　Feeling the aura coming from Artoria, Mordred showed a look of envy and yearning.

　　He also wanted to have this kind of tiger body shaking, and there would be the spirit of a king that countless younger brothers would bow their heads to.

　　However, don't know why.Such a king's aura has nothing to do with him.

　　He tried many times, but without exception, all failed.

　　In CC's words, the aura coming from him is not at all [King's Qi], but [Dead's Qi].

　　However, forget it.

　　"Anyway, I will become the king of this little broken island sooner or later... The spirit of the king will be there sooner or later."

　　Mordred took it for granted that he did not consider the possibility that he would fail and become a prince for life.

　　"That's what you want to know about potatoes?"

　　"But as far as I know, peeping into other people's secrets is not such an upright act, Your Majesty the King of Knights."

　　"Even a heinous villain has the right to keep his secrets."

　　Mordred said with "respect".

　　Through Artoria's eyes, he saw the anger in the shadow and Artoria's heart.

　　However, Mordred did not let Arturia vent the anger in her heart:

　　"If that's all you want to know the truth, then follow this path and come to me."

　　"You'll know everything you want to know."

　　"But I only hope that by then, you will never regret it."

　　"Jie Jie Jie-"

　　The sinister laughter faded away along with the sound of Votigeng falling to the ground.

　　And Arturia, who was holding the holy spear, raised her head, looked at the sheep intestines path she was heading for, and clenched her fists subconsciously.

　　".¨I won't regret it."

　　She muttered softly, as if speaking to Mordred, and more like she was speaking to herself.

　　"After all... I have lost the right to regret!"

　　From the moment she was about to draw the sword of the king, Artoria had understood such a truth:

　　Since then, she has been unable to have her own joys and sorrows like a normal person.

　　But even so, without any hesitation, she still pulled out the sword without hesitation.

　　She sacrificed herself just to give the island a new chance.

　　An opportunity to survive the end of the Age of Gods peacefully and welcome the new era peacefully!

　　And now.

　　Opportunity is at hand.

　　How could she stop for her own personal reasons?

　　"Wait, Guinevere."

　　"And that so-called potato."

　　"This time... I want it all!"

　　She smiled confidently, held her head high, and walked into the (good, good) small intestine path, and embarked on the journey of crusade against the evil knight.

　　This road is not long.

　　Even if Arturia walked carefully, it only took less than ten minutes to see the end of the road.

　　At the end, a blue-black castle stands majestically between the mountains and forests, and it looks majestic.

　　And above this castle, in an attic with an open window—

　　"Guinevere!"

　　The sharp-eyed Artoria immediately saw her queen.

　　And the green-haired woman who was standing behind Guinevere, holding Guinevere with a dagger.

　　Then, at this time.

　　Mordred's voice suddenly reached her ears:

　　"I advise you not to act rashly, Your Majesty the King of Knights."

　　"If you dare to resist... the little beauty upstairs is likely to lose her life in an instant.".

Chapter 60

　　morning.

　　The Kingdom of Wales, in a dense forest.

　　Bright sunlight cuts through the lush foliage, leaving dappled shadows on the ground.

　　The ancient castle stands silently on this quiet land, and there are two beauties basking in the sun on the castle, spending this leisure time together.

　　In Mordred's eyes, all of this is so beautiful.

　　Only, a little regrettable.

　　It is in this beautiful picture-like scene that there is such a person who is so out of place.

　　"Great King, have you misunderstood something?"

　　Looking at the chattering Artoria, who kept saying words like [despicable] and [shameless], Mordred tilted his head.

　　At this moment, even through a layer of armor, Arturia could feel the disdain and ridicule on Mordred's face:

　　"Why should I fight with you in an upright manner?"

　　"I captured Guinevere just to fight with you in an upright manner?"

　　"Then why don't I fight you in Camelot's palace—that way, I'll save a lot of energy."

　　Mordred said of course.

　　The appearance of the righteous words once gave Arturia the illusion that "what he said seems to make sense".

　　but--

　　"Then what do you want to do?"

　　Artoria asked with an expressionless face.

　　Maybe she already understood that this could not be good.

　　But Guinevere is still under the control of the other party, and she can't take this risk.

　　Not to mention, the other party still holds the secret of the [potato] in his hand.

　　After careful consideration, Artoria had to admit that she really had no initiative at all now.

　　It's just the fish on the chopping board, the lamb that stays.

　　Can only be slaughtered.

　　In the face of Arturia's question, Mordred shook his head helplessly: