Artoria wants to read people's hearts

After all, this guy's character is probably all about evil and cunning.

However, according to Mordred's observation, the only existence that can make his mother's mood fluctuate is his father.

That kind of feeling is simply distorted to the extreme...

Presumably, if Mordred knew the word sister control, he would definitely put it on Morgan without hesitation.

but.........

It is precisely because she knows Morgan's feelings for her father that she thinks of Morgan immediately when she wants to get help from others.

"As you know... I, the rebellious knight Mordred, stole the king's scabbard and started a rebellion..."

Having said that, she raised her eyes and glanced at her mother, "But do you know what the ultimate purpose of all I have done is?"

"I really don't know."

Morgan didn't deny this, she just tapped her chin lightly, "But it's obvious, I'll know soon."

She smiled, looking straight at Mordred with playful eyes.

"........."

This woman is indeed at odds with her, Mordred confirmed this again.

Pursing her lips, she considered the words she was going to say next in her heart.

"I respect and love my father and king, and you must know this."

Seeing her mother nodding, she continued, "I am the orthodox heir to Britain. I have always thought that I would inherit my father's throne and become the next British monarch."

Hearing this, Morgan sneered, "Could it be..."

"Did you start the rebellion because you really just wanted the throne of your father?"

"of course not!"

Mordred shook her head resolutely, and she pulled the end of her hair a little displeased with Morgan's words just now.

"My father told me a long time ago that the reason why I cannot become the next king is because the country of Britain has no future to speak of."

She paused, and then recounted to Morgan verbatim what Arturia told her.

After finishing speaking, Mordred couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"This is why I rebelled...."

"I want to use the method of rebellion to make the father draw out the holy gun. As long as the father can become a god, then he will definitely be able to escape the inevitable death of King Arthur."

At this moment, Morgan had restrained the smile on her face. She listened quietly to Mordred's explanation, the look in her eyes was dim.

After Mordred finished explaining, she swallowed uneasily.

Looking up at his mother, he waited anxiously for her reply.

"........."

Morgan tapped his arm thoughtfully, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

"Morgan?"

Mordred couldn't bear to call her, but in return, his mother gave her a fierce stare and an imperative sentence: "Shut up, I'm thinking!"

Being treated like this, although Mordred really wanted to draw out the long sword around his waist and hit Morgan's forehead hard.

but........

After all, she wanted something from others, so she chose to keep her mouth shut obediently.

After a long time, Morgan said lightly, "This matter is indeed a bit tricky..."

"The magic and potions I usually use don't work very well on your father."

"how come!"

When Mordred heard this, a dissatisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Is there nothing you can do about it?"

"Of course not, I do have an idea..."

For Mordred who was so impatient, Morgan just shook his head, and then took two steps forward.

"But I need an opportunity, and this opportunity requires patient waiting..."

However, regarding what Morgan said, Mordred

A little distrustful.

"Wait? How long do we have to wait?"

"Don't worry, Mordred."

When the time comes, I will tell you of course. "She said slowly in a flat voice, "There are some things I tell you now, and it doesn't make much sense. "

"Please trust me more, my daughter."

She walked up to Mordred's ear and whispered, "After all, in terms of your father's life and death, the two of us are definitely on the same front..."

"As for now..."

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked out the window.

At this time, the cold wind outside the window was blowing 'whistling', and the tree trunks were also 'cracking'.

There seemed to be a whirlpool in Morgan's green pupils, with fatal attraction and profundity.

"...It's getting late, Knight Aurora, it's time for you to go back."

Chapter 92 Let's do something to help sleep

About the conspiracy between Mordred and Morgan, Arturia was unaware of it.

The country is peaceful and the people are happy.

Even Mordred has a new identity, able to walk in the sun.

In her eyes, everything has passed, and everything is now on the right track again.

Today is also a peaceful day.

When she finished handling all the government affairs and returned to her and Guinevere's room, it was already late at night.

He opened the door and quietly entered the bedroom.

Sure enough, Guinevere had already fallen asleep.

Arturia walked lightly to the bed, then looked up at his wife's sleeping face.

During this period of time, in order to deal with the follow-up incidents derived from Mordred, she has been busy without touching the ground.

After everything was settled, she suddenly realized that she hadn't seen her lovely wife for a long time.

At the beginning, Guinevere was still thinking about waiting for her to come back and sleep together......

But because it is late at night every time I come back, and sometimes I even sleep in the office overnight.

In the end, Artoria still felt sorry for his sleepy wife, and persuaded her to go to bed by herself, not to wait for her any longer.

Although this decision made our queen a little dissatisfied, she finally chose to compromise under the affectionate eyes of her husband.

Looking at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, she suddenly felt sore in her heart, and she didn't even know whether she was happy or sad at the moment.

Perhaps it was because Wang's gaze was too scorching, Guinevere, who had fallen asleep, suddenly twitched her long eyelashes, and then woke up faintly.

"Al?"

The voice of the wife who had just woken up was soft and waxy, she stretched out her hands lazily and rubbed her eyes, and then subconsciously showed a silly smile at Artoria.

At that moment, her heart seemed to be beating fast, which made people's heart pounding.

With a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, Arturia leaned down and gave Guinevere a hug.

Although a little puzzled, the embrace from her husband is not fake.

There was a smile in Her Royal Highness's eyes, and she stretched out her arms to hug her lover back.

After getting a response, Arturia became even happier, and her originally heavy mood was swept away in an instant.

She buried her cheeks and rubbed against her wife's neck like a puppy.

The great king has never been stingy with her acting like a baby. In her eyes, this is an expression of the deep affection between two people.

"Al~"

Guinevere pressed her husband's head with a smile, and said in a coquettish tone, "Stop making trouble, it feels so itchy."

With a smile, her black and thick long hair also looked a little messy, and the brilliance in her blue eyes was like the most beautiful gems.

Arturia looked at his wife, feeling the passage of time in a trance.

The girl with black hair and blue eyes when she first married her has grown into a mature woman now.

When he first came here, he was obviously as tall as himself, but at this moment his wife was already a head taller than her.

"........."

This is really depressing, and Artoria feels a little bit hit.

Under the doubtful eyes of his wife, she propped herself up, and then gestured with her hands.

Although she didn't understand what her husband was doing, before she took her hand back, Guinevere poked her head out and rubbed her husband's hand like a kitten.

This cute appearance directly washed away the dissatisfaction in Arturia's heart.

The issue of height was left behind by her, she lowered her head again, and then pressed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Ginnie, I'm sorry for waking you up."

Her husband's apology made Guinevere curl her lips, and then shook her head slightly.

"That's not the case. I'm very happy to see Al."

Hearing these words, Arturia's heart overflowed with waves of warmth.

'——This is true. '

She chuckled.

'How can there be such a sensible and cute girl in the world. '

The pupils, like the emerald green ocean, are brimming with happiness at this moment.

"... The busy time is over, and there will be a lot of leisure in the future."

Arturia slowly tightened her arms around his wife, and a clear voice rang in Guinevere's ears.

"This means that our sweet time will never be disturbed again."

Although she felt a little shy about the words "sweet time" in her husband's mouth, she still held back her shyness and asked in surprise.

"Is what you said true?!"

"of course."

Artoria nodded solemnly, giving an affirmative answer.

Her Royal Highness, who always behaved perfectly and dignifiedly in Britain, trembled uncontrollably after hearing these words.

Just like a child who got a new toy, she covered her lips with her hands, and the exclamation of joy overflowed from her mouth.

Those indigo pupils are bright and bright, like the most beautiful stars in the sky.

"That would be great, Al."

Guinevere's voice raised slightly for a moment, "In this case, you can have a good rest from now on."

yes........

Her focus is on rest.

In her heart, although being able to spend more time with her husband is indeed a very happy thing.

but.......

Compared with her own feelings, what Guinevere felt more distressed and cared about was Arturia's busy figure and her face that couldn't dissipate the fatigue these days.