Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"No, it's very simple, Father."

　　Mordred raised his head, looked at Arturia's surprised face, and said slowly:

　　"Survival is the instinct of all animals."

　　"You put a lion in the grassland, and it will never starve to death."

　　"It's the same for us humans."

　　"As long as it is for survival, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope for survival. We will try our best to make sure we live as long as possible."

　　Life is strong.

　　In order to live, a small seed can even push through the oppression of a stone and germinate and bloom.

　　And if you talk about the tenacity of life, it took millions of years to climb to the top of the food chain, and the human beings who climbed to the position of [The Primate of All Things] will definitely not be weaker than other species!

　　They will only get stronger!

　　"I cut their agricultural taxes to relieve the pressure on their shoulders, so that they can let go and do what they want to do, even if they fail, they don't have to suffer too serious consequences."

　　"I lent them cows and potatoes so that they could feel the support of our royal family for them - even if that support is so insignificant, but as long as it exists, they will know that our royal family is with them. "

　　"As for the food for those troops..."

　　Having said that, Mordred raised his head and glanced at Arturia before continuing:

　　"I have two strategies to keep the army safe."

　　"Which two?"

　　"One of them is named Tun Tian."

　　"This is a long-term strategy. As long as it is operated properly, it can not only make the army self-sufficient, but also produce surplus grain to feed the national treasury."

　　"What about the other one?"

　　"I heard that there is a country across the sea called France."

　　"The lords on their side are very rich, and the village girls are also very beautiful."

　　"Let's go grab them!"

　　"...".

Chapter 79

　　"I disagree with your second thought."

　　Arturia looked at Mordred and said seriously.

　　Because she believes that doing so is no different from a robber-like Saxon.

　　How could she, who hates Saxons so much, learn from them?

　　But Mordred didn't see it that way.

　　Different from the chivalry that Artoria believes in.

　　The survival of the fittest is the survival philosophy of Mordred.

　　The strong have everything; the weak depend on the strong and get a sip of soup from the strong; those who do not obey are driven out and killed.

　　Mordred has always felt that this is what a normal society should look like.

　　However, now Mordred has seen such a joke from Artoria:

　　A king who clearly has the power to swept all power by himself, but is trapped on this small island, and is in a state of being starved to death at any time.

　　Then, Arturia added, it was a virtue.

　　It is of course a virtue - especially for the kingdoms adjacent to Camelot, and the French across the sea from the Isle of Britain, it is the virtue of virtue.

　　They used almost all the words of praise in the world on Arturia, turning it into a shackle that bound her actions, so that she lost the direction she should go forward in the words of praise.

　　In the end, she really became the much-respected "Knight King", and then died sadly in infinite glory.

　　Is this funny?

　　This is of course ridiculous.

　　But at the same time, this is even more sad.

　　This is the king who can overwhelm an era with his own strength.

　　So suffocated to die in the lies weaved by others with rhetoric?

　　Otherwise, the little girl is a good deceiver.

　　Especially this kind of little girl who has never been in love, she is so deceitful that she can be played around with a few good words.

　　"If you want to deal with those people, you don't even have to send out the army!"

　　"Just relying on my strength alone is enough~〃."

　　"Give me one month, I only need one month, I can make up enough food that we can eat for a year!"

　　Mordred raised Frostmourne in his hand and said with a serious face.

　　Using the power of the dead to make way for the living - he never forgot his responsibilities.

　　Not to mention, if Arturia could give Mordred more authority, allowing him to mobilize more troops.He can even do more:

　　"Gawain, Tristan."

　　"Give me these two people, and within a year, I can even take off the crown of the Roman emperor for your father!"

　　"At that time, you will be the new emperor of the empire."

　　Mordred said confidently, constructing a rather grand blueprint for Artoria.

　　But it made Artoria quite irritable.

　　"Okay, stop talking."

　　She waved her hand, motioning Mordred to stop talking.

　　"I will never loot like those robbers."

　　"I won't even be a Roman emperor!"

　　She said righteously.

　　But it directly made Mordred laugh.

　　Because at this moment, he understood the subtext in Artoria's words:

　　"I don't care about you, I don't ask you, I don't know anything, you can do whatever you want."

　　"But after the accident, don't come to me, and don't say that I ordered it."

　　This is a typical leadership approach to shirk responsibility.

　　If it was on someone else, Mordred would definitely turn his back on her.

　　But if it is on Arturia... Mordred will not only not be angry, but will feel very relieved:

　　"Not bad."

　　"My father, who has always been an old-fashioned king, has finally learned to compromise."

　　For the future of this country, she is compromising with Mordred, and she is also compromising with herself.

　　Mordred felt that this was probably a good start.

　　After all, things like compromise are only the difference between zero and an infinite number of times.

　　He was looking forward to what it would look like when Arturia compromised to the end.

　　"My son takes orders."

　　"Then, good night, Father."

　　……

　　Camelot, in the palace.

　　When Mordred returned to his bedroom, he found that Guinevere was also here.

　　"I'm going to sleep here tonight!"

　　Watching Mordred come in, Guinevere loudly announced her decision to Mordred.

　　And when Guinevere saw Mordred nodded, a big smile appeared on her face.

　　She could have endured loneliness.

　　—If she hadn't met Mordred.

　　And on the other hand.

　　CC is wearing a sleepy suit, holding the teddy bear that Mordred gave her, lying on a soft bed similar to a sofa.

　　"Congratulations, our prince is another year older."

　　She said very plainly, with no congratulations at all.

　　More, but a perfunctory.

　　Mordred heard the dissatisfaction in her words, and knew why she was so dissatisfied.

　　It's just because he didn't discuss this matter with CC in advance, so he made his own decisions.

　　So I left the CC here for a long time, and didn't come back until the evening.

　　But, God be pitiful!

　　This idea was clearly something he suddenly thought of this morning.

　　At that time, CC was still sleeping, and it was too late to have any discussions with her.

　　It wasn't until the end, through Guinevere's mouth, that CC learned about Mordred's entire design.

　　She marveled at Mordred's genius plan—but at the same time, she was apprehensive about Mordred's decision to make a decision without consulting her.