My Mom Sandy Love Song

"I'm thinking... What kind of child will Rhodes and I have?"

Ah, this.

Rhodes was speechless for a moment.

It's just that there will be no children like this, doesn't Arturia even know about this kind of thing?

After all, you are still pure now, right?

If you can get pregnant in this way, then you are not the same as the Virgin Mary.

Although a little surprised that she didn't even have this kind of junior high school common sense, Rhodes, who was immersed in happiness, didn't think about it carefully.

Hehe... how cute, my Arturia.

And Rhodes is also looking forward to her lovely reaction after knowing the truth.

It must be embarrassing to the point of flushing and waving hands.

Rhode lovingly folded his hands on the back of the Lion King's belly, and replied, "Yes, what kind of child will it be..."

But, does The Lion King really not even have this level of physiological common sense?

the answer is negative--

"Even I know how to please men."

The Lion King naturally understands these common senses, and at the same time she firmly believes that her and Rhodes' child will be born in the near future.

Rhode's idea is not wrong, human beings and human beings just cannot give birth to children.

But he forgot the most important point, the Lion King, the goddess Lungominiad, has already left the human category.

She is a human who was incarnated from a heroic spirit, and then merged with the tower at the end of the world [Rungomigniad] to become a god of the sky.

As a great goddess, the Lion King does not need to follow the laws of human beings, completely ignoring the life system of the planet.

The process of obtaining the Rhodes factor does not need to go through the "universal method of human beings", and she has already obtained all of Rhodes when she swallowed it——

In the darkness, the Lion King intertwined his beloved boy's fingers, and a delicate blush appeared on his beautiful face.

"...Ugh."

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she let out a faint sigh of happiness.

The Lion King can clearly feel that in the deepest part of her body, the elements of Rhodes and her have been combined...?

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Deep in the mountains where the Saracens gather.

After the army of solemn knights entered West Village, it was immediately surrounded by raging flames.

The crimson knight leading the solemn troops stood under the night, his figure was as terrifying as a ghost.

The Kingslayer Sword in Mordred's hand was entwined with the scarlet thunder, cutting through the cold night air, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the assassins rushing towards her one after another.

"Hey, hurry up and die! One after another, it's so annoying, you guys!"

Standing not far away and confronting her was a well-built, dark-skinned woman.

It is the old man in the mountain who is in charge of this village—Hassan the Hundred-faced.

And the assassin who is now fighting with Mordred and the solemn knights is also the handsome Hassan.

Delusional illusion [Zabaniya], which is a Noble Phantasm formed by her multiple personalities in her lifetime as the original code.

Before Baimao Hassan was alive, 80 souls existed in her body at the same time.

Every soul has an independent self and specialties. You must know that even the two ceremonies, Morgan, and Rafe are just triple personalities.

By making the most of her 80-fold personality, she was able to perform the job of the assassin perfectly, and was finally selected as the last old man in the mountain of the assassination order.

After becoming a servant, her multiple personalities were also sublimated into treasures, becoming abilities similar to avatars.

However, since this is the act of dividing itself, no matter how much the number increases, the total amount of its ability remains the same.

The greater the number of divisions, the lower the ability of a single individual. Only the inherent skill [Breath Blocking] will not be affected.

So the greatest value of Hassan the Hundred Faces is actually espionage, not combat——

Today, Hassan the Hundred Faces is being chopped down by waves of invaders.

She bit her lip and asked sharply: "How the hell do you know the location of this village...! There should be no flaws in our concealment...!"

"Huh? God knows. This kind of thing depends on intuition, intuition."

Mordred cut down the last assassin who approached her, shouldering the sword leisurely.

"I just thought it was dark and narrow here, like a place where lost dogs would live, so I hit it with the holy sword, and found that 'I won the lottery!' That's all.

However, although he won the lottery, it was not a grand prize.The rebel who escaped from that Lancelot... I planned to take his credit, but unexpectedly I won such a lottery.

If he just killed all the people in this poor village, he might be reprimanded by his father, let alone praised. "

Seeing her understatement, Baimao Hassan clenched the dagger in his hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about... What do you think of human life? You knights of the round table have gone crazy, have you lost your heart to believe in gods!"

"Ah~ I'm so annoying. On the contrary, I think it's abnormal for you to disobey your father."

Mordred pouted impatiently.

If Matthew and Fujimaru Tachika saw the current Mordred, they would not believe their eyes.

The kind and enthusiastic Knight of the Round Table from the fourth singularity is now like a beast thirsting for blood.

Now she has received the blessing [Gift] of the Lion King's [Rampage], as long as she enters the battle, she will be disowned like a berserker.

"Okay... die, Assassin!"

Mordred roared and jumped up, and with the explosive power released by the magic power, he flew towards Baimao Hassan like a cannonball.

"Well!"

Hundred-faced Hassan released the clone that was fighting with the solemn knight in the village, increased the power of the main body as much as possible, and fought Mordred.

However, this behavior is clearly futile.

On one side is Mordred, the Knight of the Round Table, who is at the top level even in the entire history of mankind, and on the other side is Hassan Baimao, who is not good at frontal combat, among the Assassins who are not good at frontal combat.

Although Baimao looks taller and stronger than Mordred as a woman, their hearts are not at the same level.

The rainstorm-like swords of the rebel knight easily overwhelmed Hassan Baimao, and Assassin was knocked around like a boat in the rainstorm, exhausted to fight.

——The victory and defeat between Saber and Assassin is only a matter of thought, at the moment when Mordred feels tired of playing.

"... Ugh!"

Baimao flew out spraying blood, and Mordred's slash tore her chest open.

Looking down at the hundred-faced Hassan who was lying dead in a pool of blood, the rebellious knight curled his lips boredly.

"Tch... I didn't feel like hitting the spirit core, did it transfer to other clones before I was hit?"

"Lord Mordred! The enemy's ambushes have appeared in the rear, according to reports, and several solemn knights bestowed by His Majesty the Lion King have been defeated!"

At this moment, a solemn knight rushed over in a panic.

"...The enemy is said to be several servants!"

"Ah...a follower?"

Mordred's originally bored expression returned to a look of excitement.

……

On the other side of the battlefield, the solemn knight was attacked by a rescue team composed of Fujimaru Tatsuka, Matthew, Morgan and Arash.

"Impossible... Where are you guys from!?"

"You may not believe it, but we are from heaven!"

While answering, Mash swung a large shield and knocked over a solemn knight.

Just as they continued to defeat the solemn knights and marched into the depths of the West Village, a huge amount of magic power mixed with the night wind blew over.

"Hey, you really dare to come here, trash, welcome! You actually came to the door on your own initiative, you are quite capable!"

The knights of the Round Table wearing heavy armor and looking like ghosts appeared in front of everyone.

Mash recognized the silver armor at a glance: "Senior, it really is Mordred...! It's the Mordred I met in London!"

"Don't call other people's names repeatedly. Who are you. Are you my fan?"

Mordred sneered jokingly: "Well, after all, I have killed so many heretics, I am indeed a celebrity."

Li Xiang murmured softly: "I don't know us, it's not the same person as Mordred who was summoned from London..."

"Why, the attitude suddenly became so honest. I don't know you guys...wait."

Mordred stared at the goddess Morrigan in disbelief, and subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

After a while, she came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and said, "You are...hahahaha! No wonder that kid Gao Wen lost! It's no wonder!"

"……Hey."

The goddess Morrigan—Morgan Alter stared at the Knights of the Round Table with her eyes that could see through the end of the world.

"Mordred, knight of the round table... what are you?"

It's a feeling that hasn't been felt in hundreds of years.

An emotion called uneasiness enveloped her chest.

Mordred, Knight of the Round Table, according to Lixiang and Matthew.

She is Morgan's final plot to avenge King Arthur.

He was the unfaithful son born between the two sisters, and the rebellious knight who led the British Kingdom to destruction.

But about this -

Morgan, who was supposed to be the person involved, has no memory.