Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Have fun talking?What a joke!

　　Through the connection with the holy sword, Artoria clearly felt that Mordred just now was trying to use that strange weapon to curse the holy sword in her hand.

　　Although Artoria did not know what the curse was—but even if she guessed with the dumb hair on her head, she knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

　　And Mordred sighed lightly.

　　"It seems that the king has misunderstood me deeply."

　　He really didn't know why Artoria had such a big prejudice against him?

　　Is it because he is Morgan's child?

　　Probably not quite.

　　That Gawain, that Gaheris, that Gareth, that Argonaut... Aren't they all Morgan's children?

　　Haven't seen how Artoria treats them?

　　"Or are you just angry and blaming yourself for [I am your child]?"

　　"Do you think you didn't give me enough love when I was growing up to be a good father?"

　　"It's okay father, we still have time, we can start over!"

　　Mordred said seriously.

　　The smile on his face is very sincere, no matter from which point of view, it is full of sincerity.

　　That is, if he could cover up the ray of red light that flashed from his right eye, it might be even more perfect!

　　"Oops!"

　　With the lesson of the holy spear last time, Artoria immediately realized the danger of this red eye.

　　She quickly hid the holy sword behind her—although she didn't understand the distance, but she couldn't accept that she lost the second holy sword.

　　It's just that Arturia didn't know it at all.

　　From the very beginning, Mordred's goal was not placed on that holy sword.

　　But -

　　"Father, you still wear such a thick quilt in the summer...Aren't you too hot?"

　　Looking at Arturia, who was wearing heavy armor and a thick cloak in front of him, Mordred said with a look of disgust.

　　"When the spiritual foundation comes back, the less you travel, the more you travel when you get there."

　　"..."

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Chapter 64

　　Under the action of 【Eye of Destruction】, the heavy armor was easily destroyed.

　　Artoria in casual clothes was exposed in front of Mordred's eyes without any defense.

　　However, how to say.

　　"It's just the quilt outside, you have to wear so much clothes inside... Father, are you really that cold?"

　　Looking at Arturia, who was wearing a long dark blue dress, and her whole body was barely exposed except for her wrists and ankles, Mordred whispered in his heart.

　　He really didn't know what happened to Arturia to develop her terrifying habit of three layers inside and three layers in between, with three layers in between.

　　On the other hand, Artoria's expression was rather calm.

　　She didn't get angry because of the shedding of her armor.

　　On the contrary, because she felt Mordred's ability from these armors, she was also inexplicably happy:

　　"Is it the ability to destroy?"

　　"It seems that once you focus on an object, you can destroy it."

　　"There is a certain amount of time in the process of destruction... Moreover, it starts with the red light in the eyes."

　　Artoria, who has quite a lot of combat experience, only had an insight into Mordred's new abilities with just two or three seconds of contact.

　　By the way, I also thought of a good countermeasure for this kind of destructive ability——

　　"If it is said that this ability to destroy can only be activated by relying on the eyes."

　　"Then... as long as he can't see it, that's it!"

　　As Artoria thought so, she suddenly increased her speed and turned her body into an afterimage.

　　When her skills were not enough to suppress Mordred, she wanted to use her speed to decide the outcome of this battle.

　　For such a decision, even Mordred, who was an enemy, had to nod his head and marvel at Arturia's fighting wisdom:

　　"As expected of the father."

　　Facts have proved that, under the premise of neither understanding people's hearts nor having any ability to run the country, Arturia can still sit firmly in the position of King of Britain. There are indeed two brushes.

　　At least, she has figured out how to use force to precisely strike the enemy.

　　but--

　　"Father~〃."

　　Seeing that Artoria, who quickly attacked and retreated again, did not give herself the slightest chance to launch a counterattack.A very regretful expression appeared on Mordred's face.

　　He could feel Artoria's determination to "solve the problem here".

　　But now, the real problem is.

　　"The king on horseback can certainly conquer the world by force."

　　"But after conquering the world, if you still want to continue to govern the world with the same thing on horseback... that would be a big mistake."

　　"When faced with some problems that cannot be solved with violence... Compromise is actually a good way to solve problems."

　　Mordred raised his head and looked at the calm face, as if it was Arturia who had completely wiped out his feelings.Asked a question that has troubled him for a long time:

　　"Also, Father."

　　"Can you tell me, as the king, why do you deliberately hide your female identity?"

　　"Is it because you don't want to show your cowardly side to your subjects?"

　　"Or do you actually feel from the bottom of your heart that as a woman, you are not qualified to lead those British people, so you have to make a disguise for this?"

　　Mordred asked seriously.

　　His speech was as irritating as ever.

　　But the difference from before is that this time, the speech is no longer a childish, bastard speech.

　　But like a sharp knife, it pointed directly to the depths of Arturia's heart, and it could make her mentally ache in an instant.

　　"What did you say?"

　　Artoria, who was stimulated by the words, stopped and stared at Mordred with a rather unkind look.

　　The fierce lion is on the verge of anger.

　　But this did not frighten Mordred.

　　He is like a naturally brave boy, even in the face of the most ferocious beast in this world, he can express his true thoughts in his heart without any hesitation——

　　"Don't you understand, Father?"

　　"I'm asking you, do you think that as an illegitimate daughter, you are not qualified to be the King of Camelot at all?"

　　"That's why you hide in front of your subjects, so much so that you don't even dare to admit your gender?"

　　"Oh, yes, and the broken king-selection sword."

　　"No, no, no, no one really thinks. The throne of Britain was bestowed by that broken sword, right?"

　　Mordred said loudly.

　　His voice was really loud - so much that it startled Guinevere in the attic.

　　But of course.

　　What really frightened Guinevere was definitely not Mordred's voice.

　　But -

　　".king……"

　　Guinevere looked down worriedly and saw Mordred who was tit for tat with Arturia:

　　"You can do anything."

　　"But you should never question her qualifications as a king!"

　　Looking at Arturia who was getting more and more silent, Guinevere thought anxiously.

　　She used to be a princess, and she thought she knew Artoria's character.

　　This knight king who doesn't seem to care much about anything and has completely left his personal honor and disgrace aside, actually has a "reverse scale" in his heart that he can't offend no matter what.

　　Dragons have inverse scales, and they will die if touched.

　　And for Arturia, the inverse scale in her heart is the identity named [King].

　　Indeed, the king is a curse.

　　But even so, Artoria still bears this curse without hesitation and embarks on the road destined to be lonely.

　　This is her pride.

　　But now, Mordred (good Li Hao) actually told her that her pride was ridiculous.

　　Is it just a false idea that the magician named Merlin forcibly instilled into her?

　　"In the end, your ideal of being a king... is just an ideal borrowed from others."