The Transformation of the Second Dimension of the Four Lines Is

Yoshino said inadvertently, but these careless words made the Arturias who were following Yoshino stop in their tracks, and their eyes became strange.

Noticing that Artoria and the others stopped, Yoshino turned around and looked at everyone in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

"Actually... Yoshito is when you made Genivea a heroic spirit. During the period of time when Genivea was in the Hall of Valor, she chased us around. But later I heard Mordred say that one day she There was something abnormal, and I ran to find another person."

Having said that, Arturia turned her head and looked at the yawning Mordred.

Mordred, who finished yawning, was suddenly watched by everyone. He looked a little frightened, and stepped back a few steps, but behind her, Heiqiang Liya was standing there.

Mordred backed away unconsciously, and directly bumped into Black Spear Lia's plump Opie, almost buried his whole face in it.

"Uh...well, I'm sorry, father. I didn't mean to."

Mordred scratched his head in embarrassment, recalling the feeling just now, Mordred not only lamented the difference between his father and emperor.

Although the other emperor father is not without European style, but some things will still hurt. No wonder some people like this feeling.

"####"

Others who were not as tall as Gunjie Liya seemed to have discovered Mordred's thoughts through a strong intuition, and walked towards Mordred with a strong aura.

If it weren't for the fact that this is a street, and they couldn't summon their weapons, everyone would probably have to use that knife to slash Mordred.

"Eh? Father, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so scary? I didn't say anything! Don't!!!"

Yoshino was covered by the mysterious heroine of the Berserker class, but although her eyes were covered, Yoshino still knew very well that Mordred was beaten by the Artorias.

It is estimated that this brat accidentally said something that girls care about the most, so he got into trouble.

Yoshino still remembers the scene where Nero and Lanlia were summoned before, and everyone else present at that time thought they were sisters.

But Nero very proudly explained the difference between them, in the eyes and Opie respectively, the difference is very big.

After listening to Nero's explanation, everyone nodded involuntarily.

It's justified and convincing.

It's just that Artoria, who is the person involved, doesn't feel this way, even using the real name of the treasured sword of the vowed victory sword.

If it wasn't for Yoshino's stop behind, I really don't know if these two people would fight because of this matter.

Yoshino doesn't want to take risks. If Nero is really serious and uses his inherent enchantment [the golden theater where the heart of the invitation is fascinated], then Nero will definitely sing.

Although it is very impolite to say such words, it is enough to hear Nero's singing once in a lifetime.

ah?Why do you say?What do you know?

A wonderful thing only needs to exist once. If it appears many times, it will no longer be wonderful. Yoshino wants to keep the wonderful moments of Nero's singing in his heart. (wiping sweat)

After being taught a lesson, Mordred touched the bag on his head, took a painful breath, pouted, and came to Yoshino.

"At that time, because that woman kept bothering my father, I followed her secretly for a while, and finally I didn't expect that instead of going to my father one day, she went to find someone else, and it was a man! "

Speaking of this, Mordred's expression became gossip, as if he wanted to say something nasty, but under the threat of the iron fists of the Artorias, he laughed a few times, coughed a few times, and continued.

"At that time, I found that the woman still seemed to be going to find the father, but when she was looking for the father, she suddenly felt something and rushed in a certain direction."

"Because I was curious, I followed the past and found that this guy actually went to that guy with red hair who only knows how to show affection all day long."

"Red hair? You only know how to show affection all day long?"

Yoshino scratched his head in doubt. Yoshino didn't know much about the Hall of Valor.

Although most of the heroes in history have no good endings, such as a certain spearman with a tear mole or a certain Wang Jiang.

But Yoshino really can't think of anyone who can meet Mordred's conditions for being able to make lovers become heroic spirits.

"It's Mr. Rama, Master. The person Mordred mentioned is Rama, one of the ten incarnations of Vishnu, and his lover is Miss Sita."

Noticing Yoshino's puzzled expression, Joan explained Rama's identity to Yoshino.

Yoshino nodded suddenly, and soon she realized Rama's identity.

The incarnation of [Steel], and also possesses the identity of [Savior], Rama has already gathered all the conditions.

only....

"Why, Mordred, can you follow Genivia without her being noticed? You are not an Assassin, but a Saber. Without breath blocking, you can really follow the Queen of Witches." Guinevia?"

One must know that Genivia's becoming a Heroic Spirit is the class of becoming a Caster.

Logically speaking, Genivia's perception ability should be stronger than it is now. Why did Mordred not find her when she was followed by Mordred in the Hall of Valor?Haven't you opened up your perception?

"Hmph! So what if there is no Assassin's [Breath Blocking]? It's not like I haven't done this kind of thing before. You must know that every time I tracked my father, my father didn't find out... .”

Mordred, who was made a little proud by Yoshino's surprised gaze, snorted softly, raised his head triumphantly, and said what he shouldn't have said.

It's just that before she could say anything, she felt the Arturias who had besieged her gather again.

This time they formed a circle directly, surrounding Mordred in the middle, and even took out the holy sword this time, ready to 'entertain' some Mordred.

"Uh...that, Royal Father. For my sake as your child, can you agree to my request?"

Facing such a scene, Mordred swallowed, stretched out his right hand weakly, and asked.

"Say!"

The black Saber shouted without any politeness, the sword of vowed victory in his hand was already eager to try.