Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Mordred looked at Vortigern who was fighting with Arturia, and a few crocodile tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

　　He didn't know what it was like to fight Lungominiad, much less what it was like.

　　Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Mordred made such a decision:

　　"If there is another opportunity like this in the future, let me, the second uncle, get on it all!"

　　"After all, she is familiar and experienced."

　　Mordred lowered his head, looked down at Vortigern who was fighting with Arturia, and sighed.

　　An astonishing fact.

　　During the battle with Artoria, with the passage of time, Vortigern actually gradually stabilized his figure, and did not feel that shaky feeling before.

　　Although it is still in a position of influence, the 12 he observes are quite orderly.For a while, it turned out that Arturia had a feeling of power and nowhere to go.

　　Could it be that it is really because she and Artoria have fought a lot and have experience?

　　"No, absolutely not."

　　Looking at Arturia in front of him, Vortigern silently shook his head.

　　Others don't know, but her heart is clear.

　　If it was during her lifetime, her strength should be on par with Artoria.

　　Even, if facing Arturia who did not take out the holy spear, she could even forcibly press her head.

　　But now.

　　Votigeng, who was resurrected by Frostmourne, lost the bloodline of the [White Dragon King], and his strength plummeted.

　　In terms of strength, she is only a Legendary Intermediate (level 46) now.

　　Not even Mordred.

　　Not to mention this Arturia Pandoragon, who has already passed the formative stage and has officially entered the state of completeness.

　　As a living Artoria, her strength can only get stronger and stronger.

　　And in this case, if she can still tie with herself... then there is only one possibility!

　　"Are you underestimating me? Arthur!"

　　Taking advantage of a gap in the battle, Votigeng roared angrily.

　　She found that the family of Honglong was really annoying.

　　A witch who thinks she is capable, but is actually a witch.

　　A bear child who is best at being annoying, but doesn't know how annoying he is.

　　Now, there is another arrogant knight king.

　　"If it's just like this... then I'm sorry, but please fall here!"

　　The angry Vortigern scolded Artoria.

　　She could only speak harsh words.

　　Because in the next moment, Arturia, who had recovered, directly took out her most solemn gesture and apologized to Votigen:

　　"Ah, I'm so sorry!"

　　As a true knight, Artoria probably knew how disrespectful it was to be distracted in battle.

　　And now, as a "compensation" for this faux pas.Arturia decided to use all her strength to send Vortigern, an old rival, back to hell again.

　　[Target confirmed... There is only one enemy, the dead dragon wandering in this world, Votigeng! 】

　　[Holy spear, pull out the anchor. 】

　　The words without any emotion came out of Artoria's mouth, which meant that she had fully entered the battle stance.

　　At the same time, more dazzling light bloomed from the holy spear in Artoria's hand.

　　The destructive aura escaped from the holy spear, and in the face of the enormous energy contained in the holy spear, even the air trembled slightly.

　　At this moment, Votigeng closed his eyes.

　　She, who was once integrated with the British Island, understood that in front of this holy spear, all resistance was futile.

　　At this time, instead of resisting, it is better to stand up obediently and choose a more comfortable posture to meet death.

　　Not to mention--

　　"Even death is not a terrible thing."

　　Looking at Arturia who was getting closer and closer, Votigeng thought very calmly.

　　She herself has died once.

　　Those ambitions that once disappeared also disappeared with her death.

　　As Artoria said, at this moment, she is not the real Vortigern at all.

　　They are nothing but undead wandering in the present world.

　　"That's actually pretty good."

　　Feeling the violent aura that was already in sight, Vortigern actually felt a sense of relaxation.

　　Finally, she was finally able to take this opportunity to get rid of that bear child's control!

　　"Never come again!"

　　Vortigern swore in his heart that he was determined to draw a line with Mordred.

　　however--

　　"Second uncle, do you dislike me so much?"

　　A familiar voice suddenly sounded from Votigen's mind.

　　Vortigern suddenly felt that something was wrong.

　　She subconsciously wanted to resist - but unexpectedly discovered that, at some point, she had lost control over this body.

　　"damn it!"

　　Votigeng cursed inwardly.

　　At this moment, she could really see the power of that magic sword.

　　【Absolute domination over the dead! 】

　　"Second uncle, I think you must have misunderstood me."

　　"When there is time in the future, let's have an in-depth exchange between the two."

　　"As long as you can accept my words, you will find that I am actually quite cute."

　　Mordred went on to say that there was no thought of taking the initiative to make changes at all.

　　Just kidding, it's not his fault, why should he change?

　　"I'm so cute and cute, you still don't like me - that must be your problem, what does it have to do with me?"

　　While thinking about it, Mordred manipulated Vortigern's body and slowly opened his eyes.

　　At this moment, Artoria's face was already in front of her.

　　And the tip of the Lungominiad spear was already clinging to Vortigern's heart, and it was about to penetrate it.

　　but--

　　"Are you sure you want to kill me?"

　　"If you kill me, you'll never know the secrets of those potatoes."

　　Mordred reminded loudly.

　　But it made Artoria's figure stagnate for a moment.

　　She quickly withdrew her strength and let the tip of the holy spear barely stop at the mouth of Votigen's heart.

　　"Well!"

　　A touch of fishy sweetness rushed up Artoria's throat - but was forcibly swallowed back by Artoria.

　　She couldn't show such a vulnerable side in front of the enemy. .

Chapter 59

　　Forcibly taking back a Noble Phantasm that is releasing its true name is not an easy task.

　　After all, weapons also have their own temperament.

　　Ordinary holy swords are okay, they won't cause too much emotion, at most it just makes the master suffer a little bit and loses all his strength.

　　And if it's a magic sword... If you don't take this opportunity to "backlash" on their masters, they won't be worthy of the title [Magic].

　　As for the [concept-level] weapons that the planet used to fix the surface of the world, like Lungominiad...

　　"Oops, your face doesn't look very good."

　　"Why, are you going to have diarrhea after eating too many raw potatoes?"

　　"There's no toilet nearby... But it doesn't matter, you can solve it nearby. I swear in my father's name, I will never peek!"

　　Seeing Artoria's increasingly pale face, Mordred said with a smile.

　　In this day and age, taking an oath in the name of one's own father is the highest oath.

　　But Artoria ignored Mordred's plan.

　　She had probably already seen that the Votigeng in front of her was not the real Votigeng—the White Dragon King who was aloof could not say such rude words.

　　The Vortigern in front of him is [-]% under the control of Mordred!

　　"Where's the potatoes?"

　　She went straight to the point, and didn't want to talk to Mordred about those things.