24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

"I am your father..."

He looked excited, his face full of hope.

Without this opportunity, it would be impossible for him to return to the upper echelons of society.

The wealthy life these days has dazzled his eyes. How could he continue to work as a small doctor in a clinic?

"My father is Arthur Pendragon, the noble red dragon, the king who rules Britain, and the Lord of the Round Table."

"Do you want to say that you are King Arthur?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's appearance, Mordred wanted to laugh.

She recalled how she had lost her composure when she first met these two people, and felt deeply about her own immaturity.

"But...I'm still your father!"

Dr. Carls was a little anxious. Of course he was not King Arthur, but that didn't mean he couldn't share Mordred's achievements.

After all, he is Alyssa's biological father. Even if he did something bad, the facts are here, right?

"I don't have a perverted father who violates minors who come to the clinic for abortions...!"

Mordred looked at the middle-aged man's greedy eyes, and the anger in his heart exploded uncontrollably.

If only this person could be more knowledgeable, if this person could be smarter, if this person's character could be less disgusting.

……

No, she didn't want to think about those things now.

Raising his foot, Mordred kicked the man's chest with his left leg. The huge force sent him flying backwards for more than ten seconds, and he hit the pillar of the pavilion in the indoor garden.

"My father is Arthur Pendragon, my mother is Morgan Le Fay, and I am Mordred."

"If I hear you, a disgusting scumbag, touching King Arthur again, I will grind you into powder without hesitation!"

"I'm leaving, I won't eat anymore."

After saying these words, Mordred turned around and left the Queen's Palace.

The old queen stretched out her hand to retain her, but when she saw that the middle-aged man's sternum had completely collapsed, she finally let it go angrily.

"How, are you dead?"

The old butler quickly stepped forward to check on Dr. Karls' condition, and then bowed to answer the queen's question.

"No, it's just that the sternum and ribs are almost completely broken, but it can be seen that the hand is left, so the internal organs are not too big a problem, and he can survive if he is rescued."

Hearing that the man was not dead yet, the old queen moved her eyes left and right a few times, calculating something in her mind.

"Take him away and use the best medical treatment."

After waving her hand, she motioned to the servant to drag the man down.

"Your Majesty, the title I promised them before..."

The old housekeeper walked up to the queen and asked, somewhat uncertain.

If they fail to fulfill their demands, they should be kicked out, but looking at the current situation, I don't know if there is still a chance.

"Keep it, there are still a few honorary knighthoods in the royal family anyway..."

"As for the promises made to him by others, they don't count."

"Just think of it as a casual move. Maybe it will come in handy in the future."

Stroking the ring on her finger, the old queen lowered her eyes and couldn't tell what she was thinking in her heart.

"John, do you think I am still the queen of this world?"

Standing in the garden pavilion, the old queen looked down at the various flowers in the garden.

They compete for beauty, bloom freely, and their excessive vitality makes people feel that they are about to wither.

"Of course, you will always be the queen who rules the waves."

Bowing and saluting, the old butler's voice showed no hesitation.

71.Restore the glory of Britain

Walking quickly in the wide corridor of the palace, the sound of Mordred's footsteps could be heard far away.

What happened today was just the beginning. As long as she was still a lonely Knight of the Round Table, temptations like this would keep coming.

"Merlin, are you there?"

Narrowing his eyes, Mordred suddenly thought of a certain evil court magician.

It's impossible for that guy not to watch such a funny scene.

"This intuition inherited from King Arthur is really sharp."

Sure enough, a white figure walked out from behind the pillar in front, Merlin still wearing his disgusting smile.

"You don't seem to be in a very good mood. Today is the day of your triumphant return. The whole fog is cheering for you."

After looking at Mordred's body, Merlin said with interest.

"It's not like you don't know what they did. It's all disgusting pickled stuff."

"Don't be so weird here, or I'll chop you with a knife."

Walking up to Merlin, Mordred narrowed his eyes and smiled dangerously.

"This is the reason why I don't want to deal with humans. It's really fun to watch them mess around, but participating in it personally always makes people feel helpless."

Spreading his hands and showing a frustrated smile, Merlin said there was nothing he could do.

"you……"

"Humph……"

Mordred recalled that Merlin had shown such an expression before.

One is when the father's golden sword was broken, and the other is when the father's scabbard was deceived by Morgan.

Some things are unavoidable.

People can only laugh it off helplessly.

"Merlin, you are one of the best magicians in Britain. Do you think I am qualified to be the king of Britain?"

After lowering his eyes and thinking for a moment, Mordred suddenly asked a question.

In fact, only King Arthur can answer this question. It was impossible for the original Mordred to ask other people.

But now, Merlin was the only one like her, and this loneliness made her unable to control her emotions.

"Do you think you are worthy of being King of Britain?"

Instead of answering Mordred's question directly, Merlin threw the question back.

"I am the son of Arthur and Morgan, and there is no one more qualified than me."

Mordred was sure of this. She was the only one in the round table who could inherit the name of King Arthur from beginning to end.

"But because of this life experience, my father is unwilling to recognize my identity as the heir..."

But here's the sad part. This identity brings legitimacy to her successor, but it also inevitably brings stains.

How could the King of Knights, who adhered to the right path, admit that as a king, he actually made peace with his sister, and even gave birth to a forbidden crystal?

"Arthur, did he really say such things?"

Touching his chin, Merlin pretended to be thoughtful.

"That's what he said, saying that I am not suitable to be a king... He only recognized me as a qualified Knight of the Round Table."

Midway through speaking, Mordred was stunned.

Because she was viewing that memory from a third-person perspective, the experience was somewhat different from Mordred's first-person perspective.

At that time, Mordred was completely enveloped in disappointment and anger. He did not realize the significance of King Arthur's words when he said these words. He simply felt that his existence had been denied and his beliefs had been betrayed.

But looking back and thinking about it rationally, King Arthur's words seem to have a different meaning.

If you really hate this forbidden child of yours, then why do you say that she is a qualified Knight of the Round Table?

With such a sensitive person beside him, can Arthur really feel at ease?

"The King of Britain has never been an empty secular throne."

"This is a position that focuses on the hopes of all humans living on the island of Britain. Only those who can lead them to a better future and protect their survival are qualified to occupy this position."

"Mordred, do you think you can protect Britain?"

Looking sideways at Mordred, Merlin's eyes seemed to see through her completely.

"Can I... do it?"

Looking at his hands, Mordred was a little unsure.

The enemies faced by mankind now are too powerful, including alien gods, lostbelts, and unknown BBs.

It would be difficult for her alone to protect such a vast area of ​​Britain.

And even in the past, Mordred was not considered outstanding among the Round Table.

There are many people who are better than her in swordsmanship, and there are also many people who are better than her in character, and their reputation is even less than that of Gawain and Lancelot.

Can she really protect Britain like this?

"what should I do?"

There was something clear in her mind. No wonder she always had a sense of urgency, always wanting to kill more monsters, obtain more materials, and become stronger.

This feeling of powerlessness has always been lingering in my heart.

"What kind of achievements do you think would make Arthur recognize you?"

For a guy like Merlin, it's just wishful thinking for him to answer questions with answers.

Continuously guiding other people's thoughts is the job of a palace magician.

"Is it an achievement recognized by my father and the king..."