Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"After your mother, you will be the vice principal and teaching director of the school, in charge of all teaching matters."

　　"As for student management...I'm going to have another mother of mine do the job."

　　Vivienne and Morgan, one with a red face and the other with a white face, are sure to be obedient to those students who have never seen the world.

　　As for such personnel arrangement, Vivian didn't have much opinion.

　　only--

　　"another me?"

　　After hearing Mordred's arrangement for Morgan, Vivian looked at the bear child with a surprised look.

　　Although she didn't speak, her distrustful eyes said everything:

　　"Can you persuade her?"

　　It's just that Vivian was surprised.

　　In the face of her doubts, Mordred gave her a rather confident smile:

　　"Of course!"

　　"Whether it's you or the queen mother, they all like me very much, and they are almost responsive to me!"

　　"After all, a filial child like me... what mother doesn't like it?"

　　"……"[-] million.

Chapter 107

　　The Kingdom of Wales, in the forests that are inaccessible.

　　When Mordred found it, Morgan was watering the two pepper trees Mordred had left behind.

　　Speaking of which, it has only been less than a month, and the two pepper trees, which were originally only about the thickness of chopsticks, have grown to the height of one person.

　　It can be seen that Morgan is really taking care of these two pepper trees.

　　Just like she used to take care of Mordred so carefully.

　　But, now—

　　"What are you doing here?"

　　Hearing Mordred's approaching footsteps, Morgan had no intention of looking back.

　　She never doubted that Mordred could find it here—it was a wonder he couldn't.

　　What really made her doubt was Mordred's purpose for returning here.

　　"Why don't you go to accompany your beautiful young mother, come to look for me, the old pearly witch?"

　　She said coldly, keeping her voice low.

　　It was obvious that until now, she was still angry at what Mordred had done.

　　After all, that was way too much!

　　You must know that before this, Morgan tried his best to separate the kindness in his heart and sealed it in the ideal land.

　　But Mordred was better, he untied the seal without saying a word, and brought the kind-hearted her directly to Artoria.

　　This is simply the worst thing Morgan can think of!

　　Seriously, if it wasn't Mordred who did this, but other unrelated people, she would have taken action and shot this annoying guy to death!

　　However, now.

　　Not only did Mordred have no intention of repenting, but instead he ran to her with a smile, posing as a well-behaved baby?

　　"How can you, Queen Mother."

　　"You are my biological mother."

　　Looking at Morgan's back, Mordred went straight to her from the side, and answered sincerely:

　　"Although that mother is good, she is still too young to know the dangers of the world and the viciousness of people's hearts!"

　　"Only with you can I learn the real truth!"

　　Mordred sighed and raised his eyelids secretly to look at Morgan's face.

　　Then, as he expected, it was.

　　After hearing this sentence, Morgan's face obviously improved a lot.

　　Although there is no smile yet, judging from the light in his eyes, it is no longer the attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

　　"really!"

　　Mordred knew that his statement completely grasped Morgan's heart activities.

　　To put it bluntly, Morgan didn't actually hate Vivian at all.

　　After all, Vivienne is, in essence, her too.

　　And, she was the best she ever was.

　　In this world, there may be people who hate themselves, but absolutely no one will hate the self who used to believe in dreams.

　　Therefore, Mordred knew that even in front of Morgan, he could never say a bad word about Vivian.

　　The most at most, that is, using Vivian's entry point to tell his needs for Morgan——

　　"Empress mother, I really lack a person who can preside over the overall situation."

　　"CC has more resourcefulness but less prestige."

　　"Guinevere is pure and sweet, and it's okay to be eye-catching."

　　"As for Votigen, Vivian and the like... They are not human at all, and they cannot be convincing at all."

　　"And my father, she and I are not of one mind at all. I can't rely on her everywhere."

　　"So, mother, after thinking about it, I can only come to you for help."

　　Mordred said seriously.

　　His remarks, every word is sincere, it is not unkind and sincere.

　　But Morgan said she would no longer be fooled by the child.

　　"This kind of thing is avoided, let's just say it, what exactly do you want me to do?"

　　Putting down the kettle in his hand, Morgan sat on the stone bench under the big tree, enjoying the shade of this hot summer leisurely.

　　If you add a fan, it will be the scene of a retired old man retreating to the deep forest and being idle at home.

　　Take it easy and ignore the world.

　　Faced with such a scene, Arturia would definitely be very pleased.

　　But Mordred was a little anxious.

　　Seriously, he wasn't afraid of Morgan's revenge thoughts.

　　After all, in a sense, revenge can also be seen as a driving force that propels Morgan forward.

　　I'm afraid that Morgan has completely seen it, and has no desire or desire.

　　That's the real trouble...  

　　Still, it's fine.

　　According to Mordred's understanding of Morgan, the situation she is currently in is not really open-minded.

　　But under the outbreak of extreme emotions, he forced himself to another extreme.

　　This is the so-called "broken jar".

　　In the face of this situation, Mordred knew that by giving Morgan a little more hope, she would be able to rekindle her fighting spirit and become alive again.

　　"Mother."

　　Looking at the indifferent Morgan, it was obvious that he was a little disheartened.After Mordred organized the language a little, he finally spoke:

　　"Are you willing, as Princess Camelot, you can only appear in the records of history books as [Camelo Traitor] and [British Witch] in the future?"

　　"Don't you want to make a name for yourself?"

　　Mordred asked loudly.

　　The answer that points directly to the heart is deafening.

　　And Morgan is also fretting eyelashes.

　　She deliberately wanted to give a negative answer-in order to achieve revenge, she had already had this kind of awareness.

　　However, considering that Mordred is very likely to become the king of Camelot in the future, or even the monarch of Britain... Morgan swallowed this sentence abruptly.

　　"I don't need to be named."

　　She replied coldly, her voice full of arrogance.

　　As Princess Camelot, with the blood of the red dragon flowing in her body, she was born noble.

　　How can those mortals be able to evaluate it?

　　however--

　　"No, you need to!"

　　Mordred replied firmly, with an absolutely non-negotiable appearance:

　　"You are my mother - and I have to let the world know that you are my mother."

　　"Mother, are you willing to help me?"

　　Mordred asked one last time.

　　Morgan looked at the smile on Mordred's face, but kept silent for a long time.

　　This time, she did not refuse.