Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Arturia said expressionlessly.

　　Then, he gently closed his eyes again.

　　What is she thinking?

　　Mordred guessed curiously.

　　Perhaps, at this moment, she was thinking, after returning to Camelot, how should she explain to her subjects why the princess did not return with her?

　　Or, what kind of prosperity will those high-yielding potatoes bring to her kingdom?

　　Or is it that I keep saying sorry to Guinevere in my heart?

　　There are many possibilities.

　　But when Mordred thinks about it, these ideas have no meaning.

　　Because from the very beginning, Mordred did not intend to use either potato or Guinevere to make a deal with Arturia.

　　From the beginning to the end, this is just a farce deliberately directed by a bear child in order to ease family relations.

　　And now-

　　"Knight King."

　　"This farce, let's stop here."

　　Mordred said loudly.

　　At the same time, the helmet she wears is like a transformable armor, which is directly divided into two halves from the middle.

　　"Bang!"

　　The silver helmets fell on Mordred's shoulders, adding a layer of barbs that looked even more terrifying to the already slightly hideous armor.

　　At the same time, with the detachment of the helmet, the blond hair that was as dazzling as the sun was completely freed from the shackles of steel and came directly into Artoria's eyes.

　　"This, this is..."

　　Looking at the familiar blond hair and the more familiar face, Arturia stood completely in place.

　　For a while, he didn't know what to say.

　　Fortunately, however, Mordred is a very filial child.

　　Of course he couldn't let his father stand here and be so embarrassed all the time.

　　"I, Mordred Pandoragon."

　　"Say hello to the king."

　　……

　　Mordred's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

　　And when this voice reached Artoria's ears, it was even more piercing.

　　"Pandoragon?"

　　"Is he my child?"

　　"No, it's impossible, how could he be my child!"

　　This was Arturia's first reaction after hearing the name.

　　However, in the next moment.

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　　When Arturia saw Mordred's face that was almost identical to hers, her heart that should have been extremely firm gradually began to shake.

　　That face can't be deceived.

　　If the Mordred in front of her has nothing to do with her at all, it's just a coincidence that she looks alike... let alone someone else, even she herself doesn't believe this kind of stupidity.

　　The iron-like fact was right in front of her eyes, and Artoria had to believe that the Mordred in front of her was really related to her by blood.

　　But if that's the case, when did she... have such a son?

　　Artoria was lost in thought.

　　But, at this moment, Mordred sang a very classic song in front of her:

 …

　　"That night, you didn't reject me."

　　"That night, I hurt you."

　　"That night……"

　　"shut up!"

　　Mordred's loud singing brought back some not-so-good memories of Arturia.

　　Her face was blue, and the right hand holding the holy spear was shaking slightly, obviously trying to control her emotions.

　　The expression on Mordred's face quickly became obedient.

　　"Okay, Father!"

　　After receiving Artoria's order, he immediately shut his mouth and looked like a well-behaved baby.

　　In the world, is there a more well-behaved child than him?

　　On the other hand, Artoria felt something was wrong.

　　"its not right."

　　"You're so old, so less than a year has passed?"

　　She asked suspiciously, still trying to make a final resistance.

　　however--

　　"I am an artificial human made by my mother, my father."

　　Mordred replied with a smile.

　　This is a rather genuine smile without any fakes.

　　At this moment, he was sincerely happy for himself.

　　Regardless of the process.

　　Now, he was finally able to have a few words with Artoria face to face.

　　PS: (Note 1) This is not my intention to black my king, but there is something.

　　From the sixth singularity of the first chapter of FGO, the field of the sacred round table.Mordred's evaluation of Arturia, if you are interested, you can read it.

　　Here, I solemnly declare that I am a king chef (surely).[-] million.

Chapter 62

　　What kind of person is Mordred?

　　Faced with this question, most people would say that he is a nasty boy who is extremely good at annoying, and can't be idle for half a second.

　　Of course, there are also a small number of people who will say that he is an excellent boy (Guinevere); or a growing warrior (Skaha).

　　Or complain like CC - he doesn't handle personnel at all, so he can't be called a [person] at all.

　　However, no matter how different these evaluations may be, only one thing is certain.

　　Mordred is a "good" boy with a straightforward nature.

　　The emotions surging in his heart are the driving force that supports him to keep moving forward. When faced with some things, he is unwilling to lie, let alone lying.

　　Only by staying true to yourself can you survive in this complex and mysterious world without losing your original soul.

　　And now, when facing Arturia, Mordred has brought this "straightforwardness" to the extreme.

　　"really."

　　"I can't watch it many times, but I like my father so much!"

　　Snow-white and soft skin, short blond hair tied into a ponytail, and a face that is very pretty even without dressing up.

　　Mordred looked at Artoria, who actually didn't look much different from him, and the smile on his face had reached a level that could no longer be concealed.

　　From a certain point of view, this may also be another sense of "narcissism"?

　　Only, a little regrettable.

　　Since she didn't quite understand Mordred's intentions, Artoria simply interpreted this smile as "smile".

　　"Are you mocking me?"

　　Arturia said expressionlessly.

　　The existence of Mordred evoked her most humiliating memory.

　　The supposedly holy and immaculate King of Radiance cast an ominous shadow over this, so much so that the entire kingdom was pushed to the brink of teetering.

　　"No, we can't let everyone know of his existence."

　　This was the judgment that Artoria made in an instant.

　　As a king, it is necessary for her to maintain her image.

　　However, the boy named Mordred in front of him was the one who could easily destroy her image.

　　He doesn't have to do anything, just stop at Camelot's royal city.In no time, there will be rumors and rumors that are enough to make everyone stumped.

　　For Arturia, who was determined to rely on her prestige to inform Britain, such rumors were fatal.

　　"What exactly do you want to do?"

　　Arturia continued to ask.

　　This time, her words lacked the lightness of the past two times.

　　At the same time, her palm was gripping the barrel of the holy spear—a light that symbolized danger was bred in it, as if it would burst out in the next instant.