Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　But on the surface, she still maintains the persona of a cold goddess.

　　It's what Mordred likes - so she has to work hard to keep it.

　　"Do you know why I hit you?"

　　CC asked coldly.

　　Mordred shook his head in confusion, and looked at CC with a curious look, hoping that the immortal witch could answer his questions.

　　And CC's answer did not disappoint him.

　　"I beat you because you underestimated yourself and us!"

　　"Mordred Pandoragon."

　　"Don't forget, you will be the king who leads us and opens up the future!"

　　"And we will be the subjects who will follow behind you and create that future together."

　　"Why do you think a future created by our collective efforts. A history of underdogs based on wrong choices, wrong prosperity?"

　　"Inhibition?"

　　"Then destroy them!"

　　"On the road to the future, there is no obstacle ahead of us!" Yi.

Chapter 102

　　CC's arrogance was somewhat beyond Mordred's expectations.

　　It is even said that it has reached the level of "scare".

　　After all, in this world called "Type Moon", being able to fight inhibitions is already quite a feat.

　　From ancient times to the present, there has been only one Gem Weng.

　　The fight came from the moon, and the restraint of fighting in different places.

　　As for, on the homeland of this planet, a direct war with those two restraining forces was launched?

　　Mordred felt that if he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the transmigrator Wang Mang fighting against Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, then he had better not do it.

　　"I don't want to face the most ancient evil that has opened up."

　　Mordred muttered silently in his heart.

　　But at the same time, his mood gradually relaxed.

　　There's something wrong with CC's claim - but it's not that big of a problem.

　　The most important thing is that the core spirit contained in this statement has been thoroughly comprehended by Mordred.

　　"Yes."

　　"No matter what the future is, it is also the future created by me and my courtiers."

　　"How can I question the results of our joint efforts?"

　　"The future we create together must be the best future!"

　　"As for whether those living in the future can seize the opportunity to continue human civilization - I choose to believe them!"

　　"I have to trust them too!"

　　Mordred raised his head and looked forward.

　　The sun has fully set, but the moon has also fully risen.

　　The cold moonlight illuminated this slightly cold night, and a dark cloud drifted slowly from afar, making the originally dry gradually moistened.

　　got windy.

　　……

　　In the Camelot Palace.

　　A heavy rain completely silenced the already quiet palace.

　　The government affairs hall was still brightly lit, and it seemed that Arturia had no intention of leaving at all, and planned to have an all-night office.

　　Maybe, her heart may still be grateful for this timely heavy rain, so that she doesn't have to deliberately find excuses to stay away from those women and bear children who are countless times more troublesome than these government affairs.

　　In the huge bedroom, Guinevere and Vivienne each found a corner and admired the heavy rain outside the window.

　　Speaking of which, there may be some embarrassment between them.

　　The main reason was that Guinevere didn't know how to approach this very young fairy queen who was called "mother" by Mordred.

　　Calling the elder sister is not in line with the etiquette, but it would be weird to call the mother as well.As for other titles such as "Mrs." and "Baron", it is obviously inappropriate.

　　This time, the smart Guinevere of Bingxue didn't know how to speak.

　　And Vivian was still immersed in the shock of being stabbed in the back by Mordred, and she couldn't recover for a while.

　　It can be seen that for this princess Camelot who loves money so much, Mordred's actions really broke her heart.

　　But at the same time, for some unknown reason, her heart was actually angry again with inexplicable relief—

　　"As expected of my son!"

　　"It even counted me."

　　Vivienne thought with a sigh.

　　There are not many people who can make her miss, and the only one who can make her suffer a lot is Mordred.

　　Fortunately, Mordred was not an outsider, but her son, which made her feel a little better.

　　This was probably the only reason Vivian felt a little comfort.

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　Mordred was lying on a table with CC, studying something in a low voice.

　　Their voices brought some energy to the dead night.

　　However, when Guinevere and Vivian heard the content of the conversation between the two, they were surprised to find that in this sound of vitality, there was an even more terrifying murderous intent.

　　"Some kingdoms have begun to ask for help, but some kingdoms seem to be still resisting, and even plan to join other princes to form a joint army alone?"

　　CC whispered the latest information to Mordred.

　　Don't forget, the current Mordred is the chief knight of the round table - don't care how the chief knight of the round table came from and how much he is recognized, but since the word "chief" is hung up, it proves that he is Camelot's second-in-command of the military...  

　　A copy of the information that is put to Arturia every day will also be sent to him for him to read.

　　And Mordred will inform CC of his handling opinions, and she will be responsible for conveying the various departments of Camelot King City.

　　As for whether the officials in those departments would listen, and whether they were willing to follow Mordred's instructions, that was their business.

　　This time, however, the situation was a bit special.

　　"There is no coalition of my father's king? Humph, turkey wagou!"

　　"Let my second uncle go - she was the king who recruited the Saxons, and she is familiar."

　　Mordred shrugged and said with a relaxed expression.

　　Speaking of which, if it was just to defeat that coalition army, there was no need for Votigen to go.

　　You don't even need to send someone.

　　It only takes a few random rumors to come out and make the coalition army panic, and naturally it will collapse without a fight.

　　The so-called coalition army itself is a piece of loose sand, and it is simply not enough.

　　And what really made Mordred care about was the Saxons.

　　"Although he is a straggler, his combat power is also quite sturdy. If you can make good use of it, it might not be a sharp knife in my hand."

　　Speaking of which, the combat effectiveness of this Saxon unit was not bad.

　　They were just a little bit unlucky, just in time for the birth of the inhuman Artoria, and they were stabilized.

　　Now, Mordred is considering whether it is possible to transform these Saxons into his own power.

　　"The visitor is the guest."

　　"If they're willing to surrender to me, I don't mind giving them a chance."

　　Mordred tapped the table with his fingers and said indifferently.

　　He is the king who wants to surpass Artoria and achieve greatness.

　　Naturally, his eyes will not be limited to this small British island and these Celts.

　　And those Saxons are just the beginning...

Chapter 103

　　The next day.

　　It rained heavily all night long and stopped at dawn.

　　The impetuousness in the air was washed away by the heavy rain, and people went out one after another to enjoy the rare freshness and coolness.

　　However, at this time.People unexpectedly discovered that there were people who got up earlier than them.

　　"It's the soldiers stationed in the royal city!"

　　"They are pulling a lot of carts full of food! They are sending them to the warehouse continuously!"

　　In the corner, I don't know who shouted, but it immediately caused a sensation in the whole city.

　　People who heard the news rushed to the outside of the city, all wanting to use their own eyes to confirm the authenticity of the information.

　　And after a moment.