Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"No, she is Joan of Arc."

　　Mordred pointed to the image on the electronic screen and introduced.

　　And here, Mordred's heart is actually quite emotional.

　　Before crossing, people always said how similar Joan of Arc and Artoria are, and only Takeuchi's face is the protagonist Yunyun.

　　However, when Mordred actually saw the French saint, his first reaction was "she doesn't resemble my father at all"!

　　Yes, not at all.

　　Even though their faces are the same handsome and delicate, the temperament exuding from them, as well as their words and deeds, is enough to prove that they are two completely different people.

　　Even people who are not familiar with them can tell the difference between the two at a glance.

　　As for why Giles mistaken Arturia for Joan of Arc... Mordred can only say that there is obviously something wrong with that guy's eyes.

　　Maybe she was blinded by Joan?

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　After listening to Mordred's explanation, the doubts in Olga Marie's heart not only did not ease, but instead became deeper.

　　"You seem to know what's going on in this singularity?"

　　She looked at Mordred with a suspicious look.

　　That expression was clearly saying, "Since you know so well, why don't you tell us in advance so that we can be more fully prepared."

　　However, facing her gaze, Mordred just smiled:

　　"It's not just the case of this singularity."

　　"I know all of the other singularities—even the mastermind behind this slaying of the Human Principles!"

　　he said triumphantly.

　　Showing off like Olga Marie.

　　Although, it doesn't really make much sense to show off like this.

　　But Mordred never thought about these things.

　　All he knew was that Olga Marie's hysterical, furious appearance was very cute.

　　And when Olga Marie angrily questioned him, why didn't he tell such important information in advance——

　　"Why should I say it?"

　　Mordred responded as a matter of course.

　　"You and I are neither relatives nor friends, and we don't have any deep friendship with each other - you don't think that just a mere Matthew can make me have a so-called belonging to that broken place called Chaldea. feel?"

　　"Stop dreaming!"

　　"I won't cause trouble for you, you should be grateful to Dade!"

　　Mordred sneered.

　　But it was that Olga Marie, who was still domineering just now, instantly became miserable.

　　At this moment, she finally realized the truth that such a Romani had told her a long time ago:

　　"This heroic spirit is by no means a companion who fights alongside us."

　　"Even if he is in a cooperative relationship with us now, this kind of cooperation is definitely not based on the common goal of [Saving Humanity]."

　　And at the end of the last.

　　Seeing that embarrassed face, Olga Marie didn't know what to say, Mordred reached out and patted her shoulder.

　　"Welcome to Holy Britain."

　　This sentence was addressed both to Olga Marie and to the other members of Group A:

　　"I sincerely hope that you can spend the rest of your life here happily."

　　"Of course, even if you are unhappy, it doesn't really matter."

　　"As long as it doesn't make me uncomfortable, that's fine."

　　……

　　The will of the emperor cannot be questioned...

　　And when Mordred announced his only bottom line, he directly distributed the identification of each of them to the eight people from the parallel world.

　　It was a fingernail-sized information card with their respective identities recorded on it—forged, of course.

　　However, since it was an information card from the Imperial Administrative Center, even if it was fake, it had to be genuine.

　　"With this information card, you can do whatever you want - no matter what it is, I won't hold you back."

　　"Of course, considering that there is a certain degree of difference between the power of this world and that of yours. I advise you to think twice before doing something dangerous."

　　"After all, they are not as kind-hearted as I am."

　　Mordred reminded "kindly".

　　Then, without waiting for any reply from these people, he left the activity room directly.

　　From then on, his fate with these eight people is likely to be exhausted.

　　The road is facing the sky, go to one side.Everyone has their own path, and he will not and will not leave these people behind.

　　To put it bluntly - the reason why he chose to rescue these eight people at that time was simply because of the face of getting along with each other on weekdays and thinking of fate.

　　He can accept the death of these people calmly, but he can't sit back and watch these people die in front of him and remain indifferent.

　　If you can help, you still need to help.

　　However, if you want to let him be a good person to the end, send the Buddha to the West?

　　Sorry, he has no plans to become a saint for the time being.

　　And now.

　　When these chores are almost settled, he can finally calm down, wait quietly, and prepare to receive the real results of this "Chaldea Trip"!

　　"Hey, Alien God..."

　　Mordred thought, walked out of the activity room, took the elevator, and went straight to the bottom of the institute.

　　That is also the core of this institute.

　　"Mother and stepmother."

　　"Did you miss me today?".

Chapter 268

　　Mordred greeted Vivian with great enthusiasm.

　　But unfortunately, Vivian did not appreciate it.

　　"This is not the place you should be."

　　She said bluntly, without caring about Mordred's face.

　　But of course.

　　In front of her, Mordred probably has no face at all.

　　"If you have this time, you might as well accompany Guinevere."

　　"During your absence, she misses you the most."

　　Vivian continued.

　　A pair of eyes are carefully staring at the data analysis panel in front, for fear of missing any subtle data.

　　This is a survey report on the alien gods - albeit the simplest, most superficial kind of report.

　　But through the data passed on, Vivian still found a lot of problems.

　　"It's actually dead."

　　"However, it appears that the recovery can be accomplished in some way."

　　"This thing should be its seed, and a substance similar to true ether can be observed in it... In other words, is this so-called alien god derived from plant civilization?"

　　Vivian guessed. 12

　　This is just an unfounded guess. To verify the guess, she has to conduct a lot of experiments.

　　Fortunately, though.

　　The current Sacred Britain is no longer the same as the original Sacred Britain, which lacks talents. After searching all over the world, there are not many researchers who can help Vivian.

　　On the contrary, in the present Holy Britain, the talent pool has reached a rather exaggerated level.

　　Thanks to the Heroic Spirit Relying System, people living in modern times can borrow the power of ancient Heroic Spirits.

　　And among these so-called "powers", the specific ones possessing destructive powers are still second.

　　What really matters is the wisdom and insight of those sages.

　　And, when those sages have the opportunity to "live again", what kind of sparks can they collide with this era.

　　"Wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind."

　　"But unfortunately, you didn't."

　　Vivian glanced at Mordred and said with a bit of happiness.

　　Yes, it is happiness.

　　After seeing the madness of those knowledgeable people with her own eyes, she was so fortunate that Mordred, the supreme leader of the empire, was a brainless "crying dragon and phoenix".

　　Otherwise, this country, and even the future of the entire human race, will be led to somewhere by Mordred.

　　And now.