Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Artoria looked at Mordred, with a heavy voice, "Once you draw your gun, you can never go back."

"But you will die!"

Mordred bit his lip and growled in a choked voice.

"Have you ever thought that the battle just now was so dangerous, fighting with that broken sword, if something really happened to you..."

She couldn't speak the following words.

As soon as he thought that his father would really die, Mordred felt his heart ache as if being pulled by someone, the sadness in his heart rolled up and down, and his internal organs seemed to have moved.

She is really scared.

"...But I'm not dead, am I?"

Arturia wanted to comfort Mordred, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Victory has always belonged to me, after all, I am the king who always wins."

Not so! !

Mordred knew very well in his heart that King Arthur's holy sword was broken, and without the holy sword in his hand, his father's fighting power was greatly reduced.

Injuries and bleeding became more frequent, just like today.

Such a father......

Will he die in battle someday?

When she thought of this possibility, she couldn't help but feel sad, and her heart seemed to be broken into thousands of pieces.

Chapter 57 Mo Zai, Be Strong

Since that day, Mordred has become somewhat taciturn.

She would always stare at a certain point in a daze from time to time, and occasionally stare at Arturia with eyes that could not understand her emotions at all.

I have no idea what this little guy is thinking...

Maybe it's entering the rebellious period.

Artoria is really confused about this, after all, she is also the first father in two lifetimes, and it is a bit embarrassing for her to start with such a complicated start as an artificial human.

Arturia has no idea how to appease a rebellious child.

But in any case, if there is a problem between relatives, we still need to communicate.

then........

"Father, are you looking for me?"

Mordred reached out and raised the curtain, and walked in while asking.

She felt a little confused about her father's sudden summons.

"Yeah." Artoria nodded, then turned around and pointed to the chair beside her.

"Sit down, Mordred."

Because the following is the heart-to-heart talk between father and son, her voice is softer.

Without doubting him, Mordred sat down on the chair according to Artoria's instructions, then raised his bewildered little face to look at his father.

"Father." She asked, "Is there anything you want from me?"

After a pause, Artoria nodded, but then shook her head again.

"It's not a serious matter, it's just that we have been out to fight for a while, and I want to ask you if you are still used to life."

"It's going to be cold this day. I want to ask, do you need some charcoal fire in your tent?"

The sudden question from her father made Mordred feel a little puzzled. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally said, "Although the weather has indeed started to cool down, the charcoal fire in my tent is still enough, and there is no need to continue Added more."

Speaking of this, Mordred hooked the corners of his mouth, and after thinking about it, she asked a little happily, "Is the father caring about me?"

Look at what is said.

Arturia couldn't help coughing guiltily, "You are my child, shouldn't I care about you?"

Mordred was even happier when he heard this, and even the bad mood of the past few days began to improve.

As expected of you, the steadfast king chef party.

Seeing that the child's mood improved, Artoria changed the subject, pretending to be relieved, and said, "The main reason I'm looking for you this time is because you've been in a daze recently, and I thought it was something wrong with your life." What's bothering me, I'm sorry to say it."

"........"

Mordred was stunned for a moment, wondering if his performance was so obvious?

She thought she was hiding it well...

The girl in knight armor sighed lightly, then scratched her hair a little irritably.

Once again, she felt that her emotional control was not in place, and her acting skills still needed to be strengthened.

but.......

This is also an opportunity, an opportunity to test the truest thoughts in my father's heart.

Thinking of this, Mordred raised his eyes and glanced at his father who was staring at him.

"Father."

With a distressed expression on her face, she said, "I'm really a little confused recently."

Seeing Arturia who was sitting upright because of her words, and her expression became serious in an instant, Mordred felt a kind of joy of being valued by others.

"If you have any troubles, you can tell me."

Artoria raised her voice slightly, trying hard to show her reliability as a father. "I'll take care of you."

This is really......

Mordred sighed in his heart, how could such a father not be loved from the bottom of his heart.

So, she said with a heavy expression, "...I'm very scared."

Fear? ? "

Arturia blinked, and looked at Moremod, who was in a very depressed mood, with puzzled eyes.

"Yes."

This is not something difficult to say, the silver knight girl took a deep breath, "I have been afraid since the day your father was injured."

"The holy sword is broken, and time is passing by your body again."

"Hey, Father." Mordred raised his head to look at Arturia, his eyes were full of shattered starlight, "I'm afraid you will leave me one day."

This world is not a fairy tale, the reality is always cruel and sad.

Mordred knew from a young age that her life span was much shorter than normal people, but she didn't care about it. She could accept her own death with a smile.

But only, she couldn't accept the death of one person.

That is her father, the honest and just King Arthur, a hero worthy of everyone's respect.

Mordred hoped that her father could be happy all her life, instead of being shackled by those damn ridiculous shackles to her wings, and bearing such a heavy and sad fate alone.

For her daughter's fear, Arturia fell into silence.

In fact, she has been reluctant to say some things. After all, if those who love her know that King Arthur is destined to die, how sad it would be.

but........

Arturia looked at Mordred who was stubbornly wanting to get a definite answer from her, and found that this topic could no longer be avoided.

"My daughter."

She sighed, and looked into the distance with some erratic eyes.

"King Arthur is destined to die. Only when the king dies will the Age of Gods disappear completely. At that time, the era of humans will truly come."

"Mordred."

She whispered the name of the Silver Knight, "Britain is a remnant of the age of the gods, and the consciousness of the world will not allow King Arthur to be immortal."

Having said that, Arturia focused her gaze on Mordred.

"This is an irresistible fate. One day, I will fall into eternal sleep with Britain."

"You are my child and should have inherited my throne."

"However......."

She smiled wryly, "But when I die, it will be the end of everything, and Britain has no future to speak of."

Mordred's eyes widened as Arturia told her. She looked at her father in disbelief, and her heart sank as if filled with cold lead.

"how so......"

Sitting weakly on the chair, Mordred couldn't believe his ears. It was like a thunderbolt hit the head, and it was as if someone had poured cold water from head to toe, making his whole body numb.

Chapter 58 The Father Will Die

The sadness that is forced to be joyful is equally embarrassing as the sorrow that is born of extreme joy.

Mordred couldn't laugh at all at this moment, the truth revealed by his father was so cruel that it was outrageous.

It is obviously such a sad thing, why can it be said so lightly.

"...Don't you feel unwilling?"

She heard herself asking, her voice hoarse like sandpaper on a tabletop.

"From the very beginning, I knew my ending, but when I pulled out the sword in the stone, I was already prepared."

Arturia answered her like this, "Compared to death, the fear of death is more unbearable to me."

"Please don't be sad, Mordred."

The noble and noble King Arthur, against the candlelight of the king's tent, illuminated her outline, and the blurred halo made her look extraordinarily gentle at this moment.

"Even if I don't pull out the sword in the stone, I will still be born, old, sick and die like ordinary people. Life and death are irreversible. Only by enjoying the time in between can we be able to reflect the light of life under the dark shadow of death." .”

"It's like the sun." Arturia said softly, "When the sun sets, it looks like it's sinking, but it's not like that. The sun is just in an invisible place, constantly It just shines brightly."

She raised her hand and stroked Mordred's hair, wanting to comfort the daughter who seemed about to cry in this way,

"But, Father."

With scars riddled with holes, he was buried deep in the Neverland alone, never able to leave, trapped in the darkness of eternal silence.

Mordred held back his tears and said choked up, "Isn't that too lonely?"

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring at the bottomless abyss, in the abyss there are people crying for help, and you, who reached out to save them, were finally pulled into the bottom of the cliff by the weight. How should such a father be? Who will save it?

"Walk in the dark, but if the end of the struggle leads to the light, then my actions will not be in vain."

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Artoria's mouth, like a ripple on the face, quickly across the face, and then condensed into two sparks in the eyes, which disappeared in the depths of the eyes in an instant.

"...What about us?"

Mordred stood up suddenly and questioned her angrily.

"Me, Morgan, and the Queen."

"Are you going to die alone and leave us alone?"

"........"

"I love you all deeply." Arturia pursed her lips tightly, "But besides being a father, sister, and husband, I am also a king."

"It is the duty of King Arthur to let Britain sleep peacefully."

She looked at Mordred in front of her and sighed helplessly.

"What's more, things are not as bad as you imagined."

Artoria's voice was soft and gentle, "Please don't worry too much, although I will die, it will be a long time later."