Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"Mother, I'm going out first."

　　Mordred, who was still hungry, couldn't wait to get into the jungle, intending to try the new skills he had just acquired.

　　Morgan, on the other hand, was leaning against the gate of the castle, watching Mordred's figure as he left, and sighed helplessly.

　　What is a child who can't be alone?

　　Today, she has fully realized it.

　　……

　　in the forest.

　　The forest at night is a paradise for top predators.

　　All animals with delicious meat tend to only be seen at night - this is because the delicious animals that dared to appear during the day have long been extinct.

　　For Mordred, finding some food that can satisfy his stomach in this forest like his own back garden is simply a simple matter.

　　"Well, dinner is ready!"

　　It was a cute-looking hare, who was aware of the danger when Mordred discovered it, and made a very timely response.

　　But unfortunately, no matter how fast its response is, it can't be as fast as Mordred, who wants to cook.

　　Frostmourne's frozen breath blocked the hare's movements in an instant - but at the same time, Mordred controlled those cold breaths and prevented them from invading the rabbit's flesh. spoil its taste.

　　This is an absolutely delicate job.

　　Then, Mordred began to collect some condiments in the woods again.

　　Seriously, it's definitely not an easy task to make a delicious meal on this spice-starved island.

　　Being able to take out a small bag of salt is because Morgan is the princess of King Lot.

　　But such a problem can not be difficult for the current Mordred.

　　He dug into the bushes and collected some black berries.The berries are then mashed with a washed stone, the juice of the berries mixed with a suitable salt, and evenly spread on the treated hare.

　　The flames were burning, and the lovely rabbit gradually released a fragrant aroma.

　　Mordred sat by the stone, quietly waiting for the delicious moment to come.

　　However, at this time—

　　"Oh, that looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

　　A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind Mordred, expressing a heartfelt compliment to Mordred's improvised food.

　　In the face of such compliments, Mordred almost didn't think about it, and he directly boasted:

　　"That's right, you don't even look at who I am!"

　　However, in the next moment.

　　When Mordred realized that he seemed to have never dealt with the owner of this voice before, he suddenly reacted.

　　"No, who are you?"

　　Mordred, who had reacted, turned his head quickly with a guarded gaze.

　　And behind Mordred, an old... young lady in a dark purple tights is standing in the darkness, like a goddess of the night coming out of the night, with a smile that is not a smile. Looking at Mordred, who had already begun to panic.

　　"I heard that you are the monarch of the undead?"

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Chapter 14

　　This is a difficult question to answer.

　　Especially when Mordred clearly knew the name of the woman in front of him, he had to weigh the weight of this question.

　　And, does he have the capital to answer this question.

　　"Damn it, how could I forget this old woman!"

　　"Skaha, the god-killer who stepped into the realm of the gods as a human being."

　　"At the same time, she is the queen who guards the Kingdom of Shadows, the only living person in the world of the dead!"

　　To briefly summarize, if it was on this island, the woman in front of her would probably be the "undead monarch" in the true sense.

　　Even though she never admitted it herself—and didn't want to admit it, that's all.

　　But the problem is that it is one thing for her to be unwilling to admit that she is the undead monarch; whether it is acceptable for others to call themselves the "undead monarch" is another.

　　"I said what is the sense of crisis that suddenly appeared... Was it the old woman who was staring at it?"

　　Recalling the scene when he was having a good time with Arturia yesterday, Mordred couldn't help shaking his head and smiled bitterly.

　　Until today, he didn't understand what it meant to be a real god.

　　Moreover, it is still the kind of god who comes directly to the door if you disagree, and can beat you up at any time.

　　"This old woman... can't beat it."

　　Mordred looked at Skaha's level panel - the perverted data as high as 99 (God level) made Mordred unable to raise the idea of ​​resistance at all.

　　He had to fight a 69-level Artoria, and he had to work hard, and he had to take his own half-life to have a chance to steal a victory.

　　As for the purple old woman in front of her?

　　"Forget it, just close your eyes and wait to die."

　　This time, Mordred simply chose to give up.

　　"Can you make me a full-fledged ghost?"

　　He stretched out his hand and pointed to the fully grown roast rabbit that had been placed on the bonfire.

　　The aroma of roasted meat and fruit is exuding from this roasted rabbit, blending with a scent that can make the index finger move.

　　Skaha nodded gently, agreeing to Mordred's trivial request.

　　"can."

　　Only when you have a full stomach can you have the strength to fight - as a true warrior, what Skaha wants to face is Mordred in perfect condition.

　　In this way, a "no regrets" battle can be left.

　　Just, in the next moment.

　　When Mordred broke the thighs of this roasted rabbit, letting that wonderful aroma permeate Skaha's nose.

　　"Ok?"

　　A look of astonishment appeared on Skaha's face.

　　Say something amazing.

　　From these aromas, she actually felt a long-lost touch.

　　That's an inspiration for life.

　　Top chefs can not only maximize the taste of ingredients, but also awaken the most primitive desires in people's hearts through some unique cooking methods.

　　The name of this desire is "survival".

　　Under the guidance of these aromas, Skaha's thoughts gradually drifted back to the time when he had not set foot in the realm of the gods.

　　It was a wild time.

　　The human who has just stepped out of the swaddling clothes, with his own hands, started the difficult journey to "the longevity of all souls".

　　Fight with heaven, fight with earth, fight with all things.

　　The hardships and sadness in it, even if it is as strong as Skaha, is absolutely unwilling to think about it.

　　And the people of the future will not be able to understand the case.

　　But then again—

　　"Even in such dark times, good things happen."

　　Skaha smiled, recalling the time when his own people were singing and dancing in front of a bonfire.

　　The aroma of food filled the camp, and people laughed and looked forward to the future.

　　That is the era in which Skaha is now!

　　"Oh, oh, I'm getting old, and I can't help but recall these past events."

　　Skaha thought with a smile.

　　Then--

　　"Eh?"

　　Mordred, who had just finished eating a rabbit leg and wanted to eat another rabbit leg, was instantly stunned.

　　"Where's my rabbit?"

　　"Where's my big rabbit?"

　　He looked around, trying to find the trace of the roasted rabbit.

　　However, let alone roast rabbit.

　　He didn't find a single rabbit fur.

　　However, the only good news is that the very scary purple old woman also disappeared along with the roasted rabbit who was missing a leg.

　　"What is this..."

　　Looking at where Skaha had just stood, Mordred's expression was a little complicated.

　　He could probably understand what was going on.

　　Trading most of the rabbits for one's own life - no matter how you think about it, it's a sure-fire thing.

　　However, while rejoicing that he escaped the catastrophe... Mordred's intuition told him that this matter should not end so easily.