Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"It seems to have gotten into some serious trouble."

　　With this thought in mind, Mordred walked in the direction of the castle.

　　He is tired.

　　……

　　Camelot, Chalk City.

　　In the palace, Guinevere lying on the bed looked at the dark ceiling and couldn't sleep for a long time.

　　"It's another night of sleep alone."

　　A ray of sadness appeared on Guinevere's face, but it gave this English rose a unique aura.

　　She began to miss the good times of yesterday.

　　Because of that assassin, her king stayed with her all night.

　　Although this kind of companionship is false, the companionship that can only be described by the word [friend]—but for Guinevere, it was still a fantastic time.

　　Don't forget, she and Artoria are a real husband and wife.

　　however--

　　"I'm sorry, Weir."

　　"There are still important things to deal with in the kingdom. You should sleep alone tonight."

　　The perfect king apologized to his concubine - looking at that tired face, Guinevere couldn't bear to say even a single harsh word.

　　She knew that Artoria just wanted to make this kingdom better and make her people live a happier life.

　　"But ah, but ah..."

　　"Why can't you come and accompany me?"

　　"Even if it's only an hour, no, half an hour is fine."

　　Guinevere lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

　　And it was at this time that a thought that should not have crept up into her mind quietly:

　　"if……"

　　"If only that assassin could kidnap me again."

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Chapter 15

　　a week later.

　　The Kingdom of Wales, in the jungle where Mordred lives.

　　Mordred has been a little irritable recently.

　　For a week in a row, there would always be an old purple woman appearing by his side in a haunted way and throwing at him a prey that had already been killed.

　　There are many types of prey—from small rabbits to wild bears.

　　And Mordred's task is to process these prey and turn it into a delicious food that can make this purple old woman temporarily let go of her murderous heart.

　　"There's always a feeling that I'm buying my own life with food..."

　　Mordred thought sadly.

　　For a chef, this may be the highest compliment - but when it comes to a true warrior, there may be nothing more insulting.

　　"Damn, if I can beat you..."

　　seriously.

　　In his mind, Mordred had imagined countless times when Skaha was beaten to pieces by himself, and he could only kneel on the ground and beg him for mercy.

　　However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

　　"Ah, is it a rabbit again?"

　　"I still have to use different cooking techniques to make dishes that taste completely different from the previous ones?"

　　"Hey, you're asking too much!"

　　Looking at Skaha who was leaning on the stone, looking at ease.

　　Looking at the two rabbits in front of them, they are already dying, and they are about to face the fate of being slaughtered.

　　Mordred's heart suddenly had a feeling of pity with them.

　　As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

　　With limited condiments, even if he has the ability to reach the sky, it is impossible to give rabbit meat other flavors!

　　Skahar, on the other hand, found it very interesting.

　　She liked Mordred's self-defeating look very much - she thought it was very cute for the time being.

　　But then again.

　　"Condiments? Are you talking about these things?"

　　After roughly understanding Mordred's needs, Skaha disappeared for a while.

　　And when she appeared in front of Mordred again, she had more bags in her hands.

　　Inside the bag were all kinds of spices—these were condiments brought by the Roman merchants, and were offered to the Queen of Shadows as rare treasures by the Celts.

　　But when Mordred carefully identified the types of these spices, he almost knelt down to Skaha.

　　"Pepper, cloves, nutmeg, ginger, fennel seeds, rosemary..."

　　In Mordred's eyes, these spices that have gone through all kinds of difficulties and traveled across the ocean are clearly the most important future of this island!

　　Give the kind of future that the throne will not change.

　　Whether Great Britain can take off the hat of the "Birthplace of Dark Cuisine" depends on the use of these spices!

　　"No, you have to find a way to leave some seeds."

　　Spice made from flowers and leaves like cloves and rosemary is naturally impossible to replant - but if he can do it properly, Mordred thinks he may be able to make a pepper in this forest Plantation to come.

　　"These ginger and fennel seeds might also be of use."

　　But now, the main task is to satisfy the appetite of that lovely lady first.Lest she wait too fast and have any bad emotions.

　　"please wait."

　　Inspired by these spices, Mordred, who regained his spirits, went straight to the stove and set up a pot on the spot.

　　He was going to cook Skaha a delicious pot of rabbit broth.

　　……

　　Skaha, who was leaning on the stone, looked at Mordred who was busy with his eyes with a smile.

　　At this moment, she can admit without hesitation that she has fallen in love with this child.

　　However, this is not a surprising thing.

　　Or, in Skaja, it was a strange thing that she didn't like Mordred.

　　No way, who made her the teacher of brave warriors in Celtic legends, and also has a pair of "wisdom eyes" that can distinguish human talents.

　　She likes all human beings with talent.

　　Moreover, when facing those who are truly talented, she often meets Li Xinxi and accepts him as a disciple.

　　In this regard, Mordred will definitely not have any exceptions.

　　Speaking of which, at the very beginning, she came to Mordred with the mentality of accepting apprentices.

　　After all, she hadn't seen such an interesting human being on this island called Britain for a long time.

　　Of course, it was also necessary to beat Mordred to death before accepting the apprentice.

　　But now-

　　When Mordred, who had a bright smile like the sun on his face, brought a bowl of delicious rabbit soup to her, Skaha suddenly found out that she seemed to be a little unbearable.

　　"Can't wait any longer."

　　Savouring the bowl of broth that seemed to activate the cells in her body, Skaha knew she couldn't hesitate anymore.

　　These delicious foods, like addictive poisons, gradually wear down her fighting spirit.

　　If she waited any longer... maybe she really couldn't bear to start.

　　So, after a moment.

　　When Skaha, who had finished drinking the soup, reluctantly put down the bowl in his hand.

　　Mordred was stunned to discover that, at some point, a dark red spear had appeared in Skaha's hands.

　　Or, if it is from another angle, it can also be said that "fortunately there is only one long gun".

　　"On the face of me eating your meal for so long."

　　"I can give you a hand."

　　Looking at the flustered Mordred, Skaha said with a smile.

　　……

　　It was an inhumane battle.

　　In this battle, Skaha, who clearly has absolute strength, even played a cat-and-mouse game with Mordred.

　　She allowed Mordred to use all means of attack, and then used a relaxed and freehand attitude to resolve them one by one, so that Mordred understood the cruel fact that "whatever you do is futile".

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When Mordred was not defeated by Skaha, but fell to the ground because he was exhausted.

　　"Gu...you kill me."