Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　At this moment, her face was pale and bloodless, and she looked extremely miserable.

　　On the other hand, Arturia, who heard Guinevere crying, was stunned in place, showing a look of complete bewilderment.

　　"What did you say?"

　　she asked again.

　　The voice was very small, and it sounded like a weak and unwilling to believe in reality.

　　And at this time, Mordred knew that it was time for him to stand up and be a villain:

　　"Father, don't you understand?"

　　"From now on, I'm afraid you will change your name to Guinevere as the [Prince Princess].".

Chapter 66

　　In the Kingdom of Wales, Mordred hides in the forest.

　　Guinevere's "betrayal" forced Artoria to give up her plan to use force to intervene.

　　This is probably also the long-term love of people.

　　After all, compared to those strangers you have never met, the ones who hurt you the most are often those who have been with you day and night, laughing at each other, and even making a vow.

　　And now, this is what Artoria is facing.

　　In the face of Mordred, a son who has never met, she can attribute all Mordred's words and deeds to the crazy words that Morgan taught him.

　　"Just a fool taught by a madman - no need to take it seriously."

　　The Artorias just now used this reason to persuade herself not to be upset by Mordred's words.

　　But now.

　　In the face of Guinevere's "betrayal", her heart, which was trying so hard to disguise, finally could not be maintained.

　　"why?"

　　She looked at Guinevere's back, her voice trembling faintly.

　　However, Guinevere did not answer her question.

　　Is it because you don't want to answer, or because you can't answer?

　　Arturia doesn't know.

　　And it was at this time that Mordred suddenly spoke.

　　"Father, this is not a place to talk."

　　"If you still have any questions, please come into the room and talk about it."

　　After all, Mordred, who was holding Guinevere, walked straight to the gate of the castle without waiting for Arturia to respond.

　　After hesitating for a moment, Arturia chose to follow in Mordred's footsteps.

　　At this moment, those doubts in her heart have turned into flaming flames, which are constantly baking her seemingly strong soul, but inside is extremely fragile.

　　She desperately needed an answer.

　　An answer uttered by Guinevere herself.

　　Otherwise, Arturia's spirit will definitely be completely maddened by the flames.

　　……

　　After a while.

　　Inside the castle, in the living room.

　　Mordred and Artoria, who walked into the castle one after another, took their seats and looked at each other.But it is no longer the same atmosphere of tension as before.

　　Very embarrassed, Guinevere tried to sit next to Mordred—but was pressed down by a pair of big hands.

　　In the face of that tyrannical and domineering power, Guinevere had no choice but to sit in Mordred's arms and look at Arturia with a rather awkward posture.

　　At this moment, her face was red and hot.

　　On the other side, Artoria, who had already prepared, took out a plate of fresh fruit and placed it on the table in the middle.

　　Arturia could see from CC's actions and demeanor that this green-haired woman was the real hostess of the castle.

　　In contrast, Guinevere was more of a guest, a cringing little airbag.

　　"What happened to you?"

　　"What forced you to do?"

　　Arturia looked at Guinevere with a puzzled look and asked in confusion.

　　She really couldn't think of a reason why Guinevere would make such a choice.

　　Leave a good princess and not do it, and go to this deep mountain and old forest to be a child for others?

　　Such a choice...how do you think it's not normal?

　　however--

　　"No, no."

　　Facing Arturia's question, Guinevere answered in a low voice.

　　She lowered her head, her delicate face flushed red, as if it could drip blood.

　　And Mordred put his hand on top of Guinevere's head, as if comforting a little milk cat who had just left the pet store and came to a new home, gently comforting Guinevere:

　　"Guinevere, don't be afraid."

　　"Come and tell my father."

　　"Why don't you like her."

　　"And...why do you like me."

　　Mordred said so.

　　In response, Guinevere's body trembled suddenly.

　　She raised her head and looked into Mordred's eyes with a hint of pleading on her face.

　　She didn't want to say those hurtful words.

　　but……

　　"That's an order, Guinevere."

　　"You should know how to do it, right?"

　　Mordred asked with a smile.

　　Guinevere nodded resignedly and slowly closed her eyes.

　　And after a moment.

　　When she opened her eyes again, all the prayers and fears on her face disappeared.

　　Instead, there is a kind of determination and determination that seems to abandon everything.

　　At this moment, she has probably figured it out completely.

　　The former one, Guinevere named [Princess Camelot] is gone.

　　Instead, it was a brand new woman appointed by Mordred Pandoragon as the [Messenger of the King].

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　　Mordred's will is her will.

　　Therefore, even if the enemy is Arturia, she will never hesitate.

　　In other words, because the enemy is Arturia, she can't have any hesitation.

　　Otherwise, the loss would be more than just her face.

　　"Sorry, Wang, it was me who lost my temper."

　　Guinevere said with a smile, correcting her posture on Mordred's body.

　　It was a forced smile—but anyway, she laughed.

　　"The king is perfect, it's all my fault for betraying the king."

　　In the first sentence, she took all the blame on herself.

　　And Artoria frowned.

　　Obviously, such an answer could not satisfy her.

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　　At this moment, she didn't want to listen to these "blame-shifting" remarks at all - she just wanted to know what was the reason that prompted Guinevere to make such a "ridiculous act".

　　In the face of Arturia, who had begun to be aggressive, Guinevere's face showed a wry smile:

　　"If I have to say it...the king is just too perfect."

　　Arturia was stunned.

　　She had never heard of it before.Too perfect to be a mistake?

　　"No, of course Wang is right."

　　Seeing Artoria's questioning expression of life, Guinevere shook her head slightly.

　　"It was us who were wrong."

　　Right is right, wrong is wrong.

　　Even if the end of the world comes, this will definitely not change in the slightest.

　　However, the question now is——for Arturia, who is the king, does the distinction between right and wrong really matter that much?

　　"The king has always been right."