This is My Heroic Path

"That's pretty good." An Zhiyu nodded slightly.

"That--"

"But forget it, I refuse to answer, I have nothing to ask you, and there are people waiting for me outside."

The voice stopped abruptly, An Zhiyu patted Sleipnis on the head, the Pegasus flapped its wings and flew to the ground, and an annoyed voice came from behind:

"You will regret it, you will definitely regret it!"

This was the first time that the goddess of the underworld was angry. She felt that she was being tricked. It sounded like she was going to answer the question, but she ran away suddenly.

Just like that, she rode that horse and ran away, and she didn't have a way to stop it. The horse was completely immune to the restrictions of the underworld. As long as she didn't enter the deep palace of the underworld, she also had no way to restrict it.

"You will definitely regret it. I will never forgive you. Even if you kneel at the feet of the goddess of the underworld and sit on your knees for three days and three nights, you will never get her forgiveness!"

At the end, she lowered her voice a lot and murmured, "I hate bad kids the most."

An Zhiyu didn't care much, and left the underworld on Sleipnis.

……

"It's so slow. If I knew it, I would go in with my father." Mordred scratched his head in annoyance, and pulled out his sword impatiently, "Sure enough, I'd better go down and have a look—"

When she spoke, she took a step forward, but Joan's eyes were sharp and quick, and she pulled Mordred back.

"Calm down, if your father came back now, wouldn't you two just be separated?"

"That's what you say..." Mordred sat down, crossed his arms, and looked irritated.

Seeing this, Joan couldn't help but have a faint smile on her face.

This is completely different from Xiaoyu, he will not be so impatient.

"Why?" Mordred noticed Joan's gaze and turned to look at her. "By the way, are you my father? Why do you seem to be very close to him?"

Joan's smile just froze slightly, "What and who?"

"That's...that's it," Mordred scratched his hair and sighed, "Hey, forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

Joan gave Mordred a surprised look.

She didn't expect that this girl would have such a keen sense of smell. She and An Zhiyu hadn't shown any intimate behavior, but Mordred could actually sense something.

The girl looked frizzy, but she didn't seem as careless as she thought.

The atmosphere fell into silence again, Joan of Arc glanced at Mordred, her eyes were closed at the moment, as if she was enduring the restlessness in her heart, Joan of Arc couldn't help showing a kind smile: "Just now I heard about you and Xiaoyu... Father King Do you seem to like your father very much?"

Mordred opened his eyes and nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, he is the king of Britain. Everyone who used to be the Knights of the Round Table obeyed his arrangements, even Morgan and Scathach listened to him, obviously Others saw that the two women were submissive, but only the father was different."

"Sounds very powerful." Jeanne showed a faint smile, and said to herself why I can't see that Xiaoyu can have such a strong side, and can make Morgan and Scathach obey him. One is his sister and the other is his master, right?

It seems that other people deliberately created an atmosphere of "father is omnipotent" for Mordred, and they are very cooperative with An Zhiyu in front of Mordred?

"Right?! Super powerful! You guys still understand it very well." Mordred grinned, and seemed to be much closer to Joan of Arc.

"What about your mother?" Joan asked.

Mordred's smile suddenly subsided a lot, and he said in a muffled voice: "The person I hate the most is the queen mother."

"She has a bad personality?" Joan asked.

"I didn't say that about her. Don't blame me if you speak ill of her like that again." Mordred glared at Joan with fierce eyes.

Jeanne: "..."

This is really a rather awkward character, obviously she just inferred from Mordred's words that Artoria's character is not very good.Do you only allow yourself to speak ill of your mother... It's really a defense.

Joan of Arc smiled, and was about to continue asking questions, when, accompanied by the neighing of a horse, An Zhiyu rode Sleipnis back in front of the two of them.

"Go back," he said.

"Father!" Mordred immediately greeted him, "What's going on inside?"

An Zhiyu shook his head, "It's nothing, there is a god down there who keeps asking me questions, I feel too troublesome, so I came back, it's getting late, let's go back first."

Mordred nodded, and the three of them returned to the residence together.

Because it was getting late, they didn't chat too much, but went back to their respective rooms.

Waking up early the next morning, An Zhiyu opened his eyes, but before he could recover, he heard hurried footsteps approaching, and then a veiled priestess came to the door of the room quickly, Opened the door curtain: "Master An Zhiyu, it's bad!"

"What's wrong?" An Zhiyu raised his head and asked suspiciously.

"The king is dead!"

An Zhiyu froze for a moment, then raised his voice a little: "What did you say?!"

"The king died of overwork in the early hours of this morning." The female priest lowered her head and said sadly.

An Zhiyu immediately set off to the hall, and found that apart from Merlin who was ordered to find the Tablet of Destiny, and the servants who went to defend against the monsters early this morning, several other servants had gathered here.Mordred was not here either. Obviously, she was a restless master, so she ran out of the north wall with Ushiwakamaru early this morning.

An Zhiyu raised his head and looked at Gilgamesh who was leaning on the throne.

If he hadn't asked other people and confirmed that Gilgamesh had died suddenly this morning, he would have thought that Gilgamesh was just resting for a while.

"I heard from the king that your Pegasus, Sleipnis, can fly freely to all parts of the world. Lord Anzhiyu, can you please go to the underworld and bring the king's soul back to this world?" Siduli bowed slightly to Anzhiyu. , asked respectfully.

An Zhiyu nodded slightly.