Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Of course.

　　This is not to say that there is anything wrong with borrowed ideals.

　　After all, being able to borrow is a skill.

　　but--

　　"Father, praise."

　　Mordred raised his head, stared at Arturia with a very serious expression, and said slowly:

　　"Although my words may sound a little harsh..."

　　"But I still want to tell you."

　　"You who refuse to admit that you are human cannot be called a king."

　　"No matter what time it is, we humans... don't need a monster to be our king!"

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Chapter 65

　　The so-called human being is essentially a very exclusive animal.

　　What they do best is to label various things differently, and then categorize these things into categories, foes and foes

　　The irony is that humans don't choose to fully believe even "I".

　　Instead, they will further screen and screen those so-called "similars" to satisfy their self-esteem and sense of superiority.

　　As for the so-called "enemy"?

　　"I just want to say, Father, from the very beginning, your choice was wrong."

　　"You are on the opposite side of the people."

　　"Therefore, it is also on the opposite side of history."

　　Looking at Arturia's gloomy, watery, obviously impatient face, Mordred became more and more energetic.

　　"You know, Father, human beings are the masters of all things."

　　"Any attempt to dominate human existence with a non-human body will not end well."

　　"On this point, even the former gods have absolutely no exceptions."

　　Mordred said righteously.

　　Here, he focuses on introducing the story of Gilgamesh to Artoria.

　　The king who used to wield the sword of resistance against the gods deserves the title of [The Oldest Hero King].

　　The reason why human beings can part ways with the gods and walk out a path of their own is due to his courage.

　　However, unfortunately, for these stories Mordred told, Arturia was not very impressed.

　　"anything else?"

　　She looked into Mordred's eyes with no sadness or joy on her face.

　　"What else do you want to say."

　　"Might as well say it together."

　　She said very cheerfully.

　　And Mordred sighed lightly.

　　From Artoria's tone, he could hear a kind of compassion.

　　It's the mercy of "just say it, I'll treat it as your last words".

　　"It's stubborn, Father..."

　　Looking at the stubborn Arturia who seemed to be a stubborn rock in front of him, Mordred thought with regret.

　　seriously.

　　He didn't really want to use that "last resort" if he could.

　　But now, judging from the state of Arturia, where oil and salt are not in, soft and hard are not eaten.

　　Mordred can only give her a strong medicine.

　　"Father, don't blame me for a while."

　　"I'm doing it for you too."

　　Mordred prayed silently in his heart.

　　Then, he suddenly raised his left hand and shook it three times in the direction of the castle attic.

　　That's what [Starting Plan B] means.

　　And when CC saw Mordred's action, he pushed his palms forward without hesitation.

　　Guinevere, who was in her arms, was pushed directly to the attic by her, smashing towards the solid ground.

　　"what!!!"

　　Feeling the gust of wind whistling past her ears, Guinevere, who fell quickly, let out a startled scream.

　　Speaking of which, Mordred actually greeted her in advance.

　　But here's the problem.

　　Say hello and say hello.

　　Scared, really scared!

　　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　　The scream that seemed to tear her throat made Artoria's complexion change.

　　She didn't expect that Mordred's side didn't talk about martial arts so much.If you say flip the table, flip the table.

　　But due to the urgency of the situation, now she doesn't even have time to scold Mordred!

　　"Guinevere!"

　　She shouted loudly, using her legs, and dashing towards Guinevere.

　　However, what Artoria did not expect was.

　　Just when she felt that she had pushed her speed to the limit, there was still someone faster than her!

　　It was like a ray of light, flashing away from her side!

　　But when she came back to her senses again, she was surprised to find that Guinevere, who was supposed to be still falling, had disappeared.

　　And on the ground in the distance, the blond boy was holding the shy girl in his arms, and he gave Arturia a smile that was brighter than the sun:

　　"How is it, Father."

　　"The me just now, was it like a golden flash?"

　　"..."

　　Arturia ignored Mordred's nonsense.

　　At this moment, she has focused all her attention on Guinevere.

　　She instinctively noticed that Guinevere's state might be a little abnormal.

　　"The body is shaking...is it because of fear?"

　　"But why should she turn her face away? Is she avoiding something?"

　　Arturia pondered.

　　As smart as she is, she seems to have guessed something.

　　However, she didn't want to take the initiative to pierce this layer of window paper.

　　Or rather, dare not.

　　For the word "betrayal", Artoria's fear is even far more than Guinevere.

　　After all, what Guinevere feared was not being able to explain to Arturia.

　　But what Artoria is afraid of is the questioning of her own kingship.

　　Just ask.

　　If even the queen who had been silently supporting her behind her back, who should have lived and died with her, and shared honor and disgrace, betrayed her.

　　Then, what a failure she must have been a king!

　　"Gurney... Wei Er."

　　Arturia stretched out her hand and softly called Guinevere's name with a look of anticipation on her face.

　　She looked forward to Guinevere's response.

　　She was looking forward to Guinevere telling her that her previous speculations were all wrong and her own whims.

　　For this reason, she was even willing to apologize to Guinevere in front of the whole nation - she should not have doubted her queen.

　　however……

　　"sorry."

　　Facing Arturia's call, Guinevere did respond.

　　However, such a response was definitely not what Artoria was expecting.

　　"I'm sorry... Wang..."

　　"I'm...a...despicable...woman..."

　　"I...don't deserve...get your...love..."

　　Guinevere was lying in Mordred's arms, sobbing softly.