Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　By the way, also sent their blessings to Guinevere and Mordred:

　　"His Royal Highness Princess, His Royal Highness, it's been hard work all the way."

　　The elected knight greeted Guinevere and Mordred with a very elegant gesture.

　　He was the Knight of the Round Table sent here by Artoria to deal with negotiation matters.Lanmalock, who has the title of "Lion of Britain".

　　The position of the Knights of the Round Table is the fourth seat, except for Mordred, the so-called Chief Knight of the Round Table, which is only below Gawain and Kai.

　　The position held is [Wang Zheng's Assistant Officer] - this is a very ambiguous position, the power is not big or small.

　　If Arturia were to give him power, he would be the most powerful man on the island.Even the Argonauts will be crushed by him.

　　Of course, if Arturia is unwilling to delegate power, then he, the assistant to the imperial administration, is a pure and purely cosmetic decoration.

　　Also, say something interesting.

　　This Lan Malloch is the son of King Berlino.

　　And King Berlino was the one who once fought against Arturia with a gun, and pushed her into danger without any hesitation, almost overturning the king of knights on horseback.

　　And Artoria's king-selection sword was broken because of this battle.

　　"It's a great mind, Father."

　　"It's just like the prairie."

　　Mordred raised his head, looked at the Knight of the Round Table in front of him, looked around, looked at the guests with different expressions, and sighed silently.

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　　However, at this time, Mordred's heart suddenly had the urge to "I really want to do something at this point in time".

　　He didn't know why he had the urge - but then again, did he need to know?

　　There is no need for a reason for the bear child to do things.

　　[Without being instigated by anyone, just relying on the surging emotions in oneself to move straight forward, breaking out a road to the sky! 】

　　This is Mordred's definition of himself, and it is his usual style of doing things.

　　And now-

　　"This surging emotion...is that so?"

　　Mordred, who closed his eyes, quietly felt the emotions in his heart.

...... ......

　　And after a moment of resettlement, when he fully understood the reason for this emotional impulse——

　　"Long live the King of Knights!!!"

　　Mordred, who opened his eyes, suddenly raised his right hand and shouted loudly.

　　However, it directly shouted the guests in the hall with a dazed expression and looked at each other in dismay.

　　They looked at Mordred with a dull look, not knowing what the Prince of Camelot was doing.

　　At the same time, Guinevere, who was standing beside Mordred, also had a dull expression.

　　A stiff smile appeared on her face - fortunately, she also understood that this was an important occasion, and she must not lose her temper.

　　At the same time, she stretched out a finger and silently stabbed Mordred in the back, signaling him not to forget the advice along the way.

　　But Mordred was unmoved.

　　"Long live the King of Knights!"

　　He shouted again, but the smile in his eyes has gradually changed to killing intent.

　　He thought, he already understood why he suddenly had this urge.

　　And after a moment.

　　When Mordred shouted "Long Live the King of Knights" for the third time, but no one responded, the smile in his eyes was replaced by a completely cold killing intent.

　　At this moment, looking at the representatives of the kingdom who had no mood swings at all, and even showed a faint look of disgust, he realized one thing:

　　Everyone here can be killed![-] million.

Chapter 122

　　Liao Dekuan Kingdom, in the palace.

　　A welcome ceremony that was supposed to be both lively and solemn, broke up in Mordred's "whim".

　　Lan Malok kept an embarrassed and polite smile throughout, and after Mordred left, he comforted everyone as a Knight of the Round Table, saying that His Royal Highness Mordred was just joking with them.

　　The atmosphere on the scene became harmonious and lively again.

　　At the same time, in Guinevere's bedroom.

　　Guinevere, who dragged Mordred back here from the front hall, was almost maddened by Mordred, the arrogant child.

　　"you you you."

　　"How can you do this?!"

　　She pouted a cute little mouth, indignant at Mordred's renegade.

　　To be honest, she didn't even know how she got back to this palace.

　　At this moment, she only felt that her face was completely lost by Mordred.

　　"And, my father, the king, and our subjects of Camelot..."

　　"What do you want those people to think of our country!"

　　Guinevere said sadly.

　　Seeing the ashamed look on her face, she almost found a hole in the ground to get in.

　　Unfortunately, in the face of Guinevere's rebuke, Mordred was unmoved at all.

　　"I don't want to know, much less what they think of me."

　　"After all, no one cares what the dead think."

　　As Mordred said, he took out the Frostmourne.

　　The icy aura bloomed from the magic sword, but it made Guinevere's brain instantly calm down.

　　"What do you want to do?"

　　She asked in a voiceless voice, a pair of pink and tender hands clenched Mordred's clothes, as if she wanted to hold him tightly and prevent him from doing some irrational things.

　　But Mordred did not answer this question directly, but told her a story——

　　"Did you know that in the far east, there used to be a country called [Qin]."

　　"The prime minister of this country [Zhao Gao] is a very powerful person and conspired to usurp the throne."

　　"But he was worried that the people would not accept it, so he planned to find an opportunity to test them."

　　"So, during the court meeting, he asked someone to bring a deer, but insisted that it was a horse, and asked other ministers for their opinions."

　　"The ministers who are good at flattering follow his words, but it is a horse."

　　"There are also ministers who insist on the truth and insist on refuting, saying that this is a deer."

　　"And after the dynasty was dispersed, the prime minister killed all the ministers who insisted on the truth."

　　"This is the allusion to [referring to a deer as a horse]."

　　Mordred finished the story in a flat voice, and waited a long time for Guinevere to fully digest the moral behind the story.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When Mordred looked at Guinevere's increasingly ugly face, Mordred knew that she probably understood her true intentions.

　　"So, do you understand why I said that they are already [dead]?"

　　There was no need for a voice other than the Pandoragon family on the island—a concept that Mordred had been instilling in Guinevere two months earlier.

　　But obviously, Guinevere doesn't seem to be able to accept this approach:

　　"But, but, that prime minister is a bad guy!"

　　The innocent and kind-hearted Guinevere is habitually judging others by criteria such as "good or bad".

　　Of course, this isn't much of a problem.

　　After all, no matter which world or era it is in, things like "conspiracy to usurp the throne" are always shameful.

　　However, the problem now is:

　　"But I didn't call a deer a horse."

　　"Long live the King of Knights - what's wrong with this sentence?"

　　Looking at Guinevere's blushing face, Mordred raised the magic sword in his hand and said with a smile:

　　"Guinevere, you know it."

　　"My father, in order to save this island, sacrificed himself as a sacrifice."

　　"However, it's ridiculous that after paying such a huge price, the father did not win their approval at all..."

　　"Even, let alone approval, they don't even want to maintain the scene and agree with me."

　　"Faced with me, the real king chef, they just stood there dryly, looking at me like a clown."

　　"If you don't kill such people, why keep them?"

　　……

　　Mordred's statement is not rough.

　　And after some careful thought, even Guinevere had to admit that there was some truth to such a statement.

　　Moreover, if she thought about it from a different perspective, Guinevere would even think that she would definitely echo Mordred's words at that time.

　　Maybe, even louder than Mordred.