Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　seriously.

　　When Mordred caught a glimpse of the light of the Sword of Oath Victory from the corner of his eye, there really was an urge to give up in his heart.

　　He could understand Morgan's intentions - but he absolutely couldn't accept the fact that it was taking him into such a dangerous situation at every turn.

　　At this moment, Mordred just wanted to undo the disguise of this armor immediately, and put the face that looked exactly like Artoria in front of her, so that she would know the cause and effect of everything.

　　But, sorry.

　　"It's too late."

　　In the first place, it was not his brain that provided Mordred with this judgment.

　　but his body.

　　This body, which was made based on Artoria's genes, also inherited all her advantages.

　　Although the current Mordred has not undergone any systematic combat training, his innate fighting instinct allows him to show extraordinary potential at critical moments.

　　And, it's worth mentioning that.

　　In the forest, Mordred also fought those ferocious beasts.

　　For Mordred, it was an unforgettable experience - the devil knows how he defeated those giant bears that were more than ten times his size, and a pack of more than ten wolves at one stroke.

　　With a sword, or with teeth?Or hit it with the head?

　　These things don't really matter.

　　What really matters is that in the process of fighting those beasts, Mordred learned this one truth:

　　"As long as it is suitable, no matter what it is, it can be your weapon."

　　"Whether it's the sword in his hand, the teeth in his mouth, or... Guinevere at hand!"

　　Mordred thought so.

　　But the movements in his hands were faster than he thought.

　　"锃-"

　　In the face of Guinevere who suddenly appeared in front of him, Arturia, who was originally rushing over, showed a very obvious sluggishness.

　　She forcibly controlled her strength and stopped the golden holy sword ten centimeters from Guinevere's head.

　　The golden wind lifted Guinevere's long hair, reflecting her cheeks, which were clearly pale just now, but were now slightly flushed.

　　It looks quite beautiful.

　　At the same time, in stark contrast to Guinevere's beautiful face—

　　"mean!"

　　Looking at the assassin who dared to use her princess as a shield in front of her, Arturia's face showed a very rare anger.

　　It was a scowl that only appeared when facing an enemy who strayed from the way of chivalry.

　　It is also the incompetent anger that will only appear when you are in a dilemma!

　　"If it was the queen mother, she would like to see the expression on the father's face, right?"

　　Looking at Arturia's frosty face, Mordred muttered silently in his heart.

　　He knew what Artoria was worried about.

　　Undoubtedly, in the evaluation of the system, Arturia, who has reached the evaluation of [Epic (Level 69)], has the power to defeat all enemies.

　　In contrast, he, a warrior who had just reached level 30 and was barely able to touch the threshold of [Legend], was actually a slightly stronger little brat.

　　As long as Arturia exerted a little force, he would probably die tragically by that holy sword.

　　But the problem is that Guinevere in Mordred's hands has become the biggest obstacle for Arturia to kill Mordred.

　　Obviously, as the king, Arturia did not want to let her princess have any accidents.

　　Therefore, she looked at the assassin who was shrouded in armor in front of her with a hesitant look, and thought carefully about how to solve the problem.

　　"Maybe... can we compromise?"

　　"Pretend to compromise first... Anyway, at least save Guinevere's life first."

　　According to the situation on the field, Artoria, who had completely calmed down, instantly made the most reasonable judgment.

　　She has every reason to believe that the assassin in front of her must be trying to achieve some ulterior motive, so she tried her best to take away her queen.

　　However, Artoria, who was full of calculations, never imagined it.

　　Corresponding to her "reasonable king".

　　The assassin standing in front of her is probably the most unreasonable person in the world!

　　If, in order to become a perfect king, Artoria voluntarily gave up her sensibility and turned herself into a machine called [King].

　　Then, Mordred, who grew up in an isolated forest and mingled with ferocious beasts, belongs to the kind of [Beasts] who give up reason at critical moments and rely on intuition and instinct to fight.

　　Therefore, after facing Artoria's eyes full of anger, Mordred's brain instantly made this judgment:

　　"Can't bring Guinevere to fight her."

　　"The requirements of the mission are just to let me prove myself, not to let me defeat the father."

　　"I just need to show a fighting level that can satisfy my mother in the next battle."

　　"The existence of Guinevere will greatly hinder my fighting ability."

　　"Besides... Under the innate skill of [Bear Children Don't Die From Domestic Violence], even a father and a king are not without the power to fight..."

　　"At least, even if you can't beat it. But you can still run."

　　And almost at the same time as Mordred's brain made these analyses, his right hand pushed away Guinevere, who had been hanging on him like a koala from the beginning. , opened up enough space for the next battle.

　　"Shh-"

　　The magic sword was unsheathed, and a cold and evil aura escaped from the sword, facing the sword of oath victory in Artoria's hand.

　　Comparing the two, one is as warm as heaven and the other as cold as hell, forming a direct contrast.

　　This made Artoria even more convinced that the assassin in front of her was definitely not a good person.

　　"Being able to master such an evil weapon... I'm afraid this person in front of me is not a child of Satan, right?"

　　PS: First of all, the new book period, please support me a lot.

　　Old rules, no manuscript, five more a day before the shelf.

　　Of course, there are always exceptions.

　　If the time is more and the code words are faster, it is not impossible to change six times a day. .

Chapter 7

　　Under the moonlight, in the garden.

　　Armed with weapons, the two facing each other at a distance did not have any extra words.

　　The Battle of Destiny, which should have erupted ten years later, was staged ahead of schedule—at this moment, both Artoria and Mordred were fully aware that the person in front of him was the person he/she must have in this life. Obstacles in life to overcome!

　　But even so, Artoria was still troubled by many doubts in the depths of her heart.

　　"Who is he?"

　　"Why did he give up Guinevere so neatly?"

　　"Could it be that from the very beginning, his purpose was not Guinevere, but to use Guinevere to lure me out?"

　　"Also, according to what Merlin said. The person who destroyed Camelot's royal career should have only been born for a month... Shouldn't it be him?"

　　Artoria, who does not know the truth, feels like she has fallen into a huge mystery.

　　And Mordred, who was standing in front of her, did not give her a chance to solve the mystery at all.

　　"The enemy is the father...well, come on, little Mo, you can do it!"

　　In the face of this enemy who was theoretically "absolutely impossible to defeat", Mordred kept cheering for himself in his heart.

　　Then, the magic is.

　　Maybe it's because this body itself has the characteristic of [ignoring all negative emotions during battle]; maybe it's because the previous cheers really worked.

　　All in all, Mordred's mood really calmed down from the initial panic.

　　Even, going a step further, burning a surging fighting spirit!

　　"She can't kill me anyway—just do it!"

　　With this thought in mind, Mordred raised his hands without hesitation and swung his first sword against Arturia.

　　This is also the first sword of rebellion.

　　"clang!"

　　Sword and sword intersect, and the power generated by the collision spreads around in the form of sound waves, directly making this beautiful garden a mess.

　　Unprepared, Guinevere, who was originally sitting on the ground, was directly overturned by the air wave, and she rolled several times before barely stabilizing her figure.

　　"king--"

　　Guinevere, who got up from the ground, quickly found a big tree and hid her body firmly.

　　However, her little head sticking out from behind the tree proves that she is not a safe existence.

　　"The king is... fighting for me..."

　　This thought not only made Guinevere flush with excitement, but also swept away all the depression she had accumulated over the past month.

　　King, princess.

　　knight, princess.

　　Scenes from fairy tales, staged in reality.

　　As the "heroine" in fairy tales, Guinevere certainly has reason to be proud.

　　She deserves to be the most beautiful woman on this island.