Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Camelot Palace, where Guinevere lives.

　　She was woken up by Mordred early in the morning, and it took her a long time to find her favorite clothes and put on the most beautiful makeup.

　　And after a moment.

　　When Guinevere dressed like a fairy appeared on the wall of the chalk city and showed her existence to the subjects of Camelot, it immediately caused a burst of fanatic cheers!

　　People are celebrating the Queen's return.

　　At this time, Mordred found that the popularity of the system interface had a small floating increase.

　　Probably up to 30 points.

　　"It's no wonder that the arrival of Guinevere has injected new vitality into the kingdom."

　　And on the other hand.

　　The expressionless Arturia introduced Mordred's existence to everyone like a routine.

　　In this regard, at the very beginning, those melon-eating people who didn't know what happened were completely unacceptable.

　　However, in the next moment.

　　When they really saw Mordred's face that was exactly the same as Artoria's, there was a burst of applause that was even more enthusiastic than when Guinevere was greeted just now!

　　What is there to say?

　　The emperor has a prince, and the country has hope.

　　When people see the appearance of the prince, they see the future of this country.

　　In my heart, I also have a rush for the future life.

　　"Okay, if there's nothing else, everyone can leave."

　　After finishing the process, Arturia said lukewarmly.

　　She still has a lot of work to do - she doesn't want to waste her precious time on something that doesn't make sense.

　　However, what she never expected was that.

　　Just when she thought everything was over, Mordred suddenly jumped out and made a suggestion that caught her off guard:

　　"Father."

　　"what happened?"

　　"Have you forgotten, today is my birthday."

　　"..."

　　"I want everyone to celebrate my birthday together and make this birthday more lively."

　　"..."

　　"Father, don't you love me the most? You definitely won't reject me, right?"

　　"...".

Chapter 73

　　Mordred's words made Artoria frown slightly.

　　She didn't know what the hell Mordred was thinking, but her intuition told her that it was best not to agree to Mordred's request here.

　　No matter how legitimate or plausible the reason may sound.

　　However, that backfired.

　　Mordred's voice was too loud.

　　That voice, which was deliberately mixed with magic power, let the whole city hear this nonsense lie.

　　What's even worse is that, by Mordred's side, Guinevere is still nodding and saying yes.

　　"Yeah, I almost forgot. Today is little Mordred's birthday."

　　She said with a smile, trying her best to play the role of a good wife and mother.

　　"It's over."

　　Artoria exclaimed in her heart that something was wrong.

　　It would be fine if Mordred said it alone, at most she regarded it as a gibberish babble.

　　But now, Guinevere's words define this nonsense. 12

　　As the saying goes, a lie often needs a thousand lies to cover up - and when Mordred chose to join forces with Guinevere to create a lie.Even Arturia could only watch this lie turn into reality in a powerless gesture.

　　Even, out of the need to maintain her rule, Arturia had to take the initiative to admit this lie, making it a sure-fire fact:

　　"how do you want to do it?"

　　Arturia looked at Mordred and said expressionlessly.

　　But the anger in her eyes was about to condense into reality.

　　Mordred had no doubt that if Arturia could really breathe fire, it would surely burn him alive.

　　But, unfortunately-

　　"You are not a real red dragon either."

　　"Also, I did it for your own good."

　　Mordred thought silently in his heart.

　　Then, he directly ignored Artoria's gaze that seemed to want to kill.Turning his body half a circle, he turned his eyes to the Britons who were standing under the city wall and were looking at him with a kind of longing look.

　　"My son wants to have fun with the people."

　　"I also want the people to have fun with me."

　　Mordred said with a smile.

　　At this moment, those Britons who stood under the city walls were surprised to find that this [His Royal Highness Mordred] had a dazzling brilliance that was not inferior to the King of Knights.

　　That is also the brilliance of the sun.

　　However, unlike Artoria.

　　If it is said that the brilliance of Artoria is like the sun in the midsummer period, it is high above, exuding endless majesty, and it is difficult to look directly at it.

　　Then, the radiance emanating from Mordred is like the warm sun in a cold winter.

　　Dazzling but not dazzling, warm and not annoying.

　　"So, Father, let's hold a banquet."

　　"Just in the name of Erchen, hold a banquet from day to night!"

　　"At the banquet, everyone can eat and drink as much as they want - just treat it as Erchen's birthday, and Erchen invited them, how?"

　　Mordred said loudly.

　　With the fall of his voice, the air in the entire Camelot City became a little nervous.

　　It was the tension created by everyone breathing fast together.

　　to be frank.

　　They don't care what birthdays are or not.

　　Not to mention Mordred's birthday - even last Christmas, they had to tighten their belts because they didn't have enough food.

　　But now.

　　When Mordred associates his birthday with things like "celebration"—

　　"banquet?"

　　"Everyone can eat and drink as much as they want, and indulge in pleasure?"

　　"Playing from day to night? You don't have to work anymore, you can play happily?"

　　Facts have proved that even those "social animals" who live in the 21st century and enjoy the blessings of 996 cannot refuse such conditions.

　　Not to mention, those who lived in the fifth century AD worked hard under Arturia's hands for years and years.But he couldn't get a good rest for a day, a Briton who lived a good day.

　　They have endured to the limit and urgently need an excuse to vent their inner anxiety.

　　And now, Mordred, who understands people's hearts very well, has given them such an excuse.

　　Moreover, it is still reasonable, and there is absolutely no excuse for Arturia to refuse.

　　"can."

　　Arturia said expressionlessly.

　　Then, he immediately turned around and left the city wall like a gust of wind.

　　In a sense, this is probably a runaway.

　　She worried that if she stayed here, Mordred might make some more excessive demands.

　　"Isn't it going to be a headache for Mr. Argogi?"

　　Thinking of the treasury that had already bottomed out, Arturia shook her head and decided to stop thinking about these things that annoyed her.

　　There must be a way to the front of the mountain - she has been doing it for so many years.

　　However, what Artoria did not expect was.

　　The moment she turned to leave and walked down the city wall.

　　Outside the city wall, there was a sudden burst of earth-shattering cheers.

　　The cheers were mixed. [Long Live His Highness Mordred] and [Happy Birthday to His Highness Mordred] were intertwined, and the city wall was about to collapse.

　　For this reason, Arturia, who had stepped down from the city wall, had to stop, turned around, and looked at Mordred's back.

　　And Mordred is constantly waving, accepting the cheers of these subjects.