Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　He asked excitedly, and kept rubbing his little hands.

　　To be able to get a reward from the inexhaustible Artorias——This is a very shameful thing to say!

　　Just, sorry.

　　After saying this verbal compliment, the expression on Artoria's face once again changed to the previous look of Gujing Wubo:

　　"No."

　　She said coldly, then turned around directly, ignoring this bear boy who was extremely good at fighting snakes and sticks.

　　She knew that the longer she stayed here, the greater the danger of falling into Mordred's trap.

　　She's not like her silly sister Wang, who knows it's a condom and still drills into it.

　　However, just after turning around and leaving, Artoria took a few steps forward.

　　"Oh, right."

　　Artoria, who seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned around again.In an understated tone, a very important task was handed over to Mordred.

　　"Your plan has been successful, and some kings have begun to declare their surrender to us."

　　"It should have been me (bcef), but I see that you have nothing to do, so you can go there for me."

　　Artoria said very casually.

　　Now, she may have gradually understood her identity.

　　She is Britain's Chosen King, the real Red Dragon King.

　　Naturally, you can't be in the company of those loach and call them brothers.

　　In this regard, Mordred has no opinion.

　　"Go out to play? Good!"

　　"Where are you going to play?!"

　　He didn't hide his desire to go out to play - especially the kind of hanging out when adults weren't around.

　　For the bear children, isn't this the dragon returning to the sea and the tiger releasing the forest?

　　However, Mordred was surprised.

　　After he made it clear that he might "get into trouble", Artoria did not reprimand or warn him.

　　She just rolled her eyes at Mordred, and said in a meaningful tone:

　　"Liao Dekuan Kingdom."

　　"where is that?"

　　"Guinevere's hometown."

　　"..."

　　……

　　night.

　　Camelot Palace, in the bedroom.

　　When Mordred informed Guinevere that he was about to go to Liao Dekuan Kingdom, her face became contorted in an instant.

　　If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Mordred to believe that Guinevere, who has always been beautiful, could show such an expression.

　　It was quite a complex expression: anticipation, nervousness, fear, apprehension, ... If Da Vinci was here, he would definitely be able to draw a masterpiece that far surpassed the famous "Mona Lisa's Smile".

　　And at the very end-

　　"Go if you want."

　　Mordred held Guinevere's hand and smiled and encouraged.

　　"No one knows anyway, and even if they do, no one will say anything."

　　"Um……"

　　Guinevere, who felt the temperature in Mordred's palm, nodded, her face a little better.

　　And it was at this time that Mordred suddenly proposed to show Guinevere a big baby.

　　"You come with me."

　　Mordred stretched out his hand, closed the eyes slightly, and pulled Guinevere, who was ready, into the garden.

　　The garden under the night, exudes a fragrance in the depths.

　　"This, it can't be done here..."

　　The flushed-faced Guinevere lowered her head, her voice like a mosquito.

　　Just, in the next moment.

　　A call sounded from Guinevere's side, but it made her realize instantly that she seemed to have misunderstood something——

　　"Somersault Cloud!!!".

Chapter 111

　　Camelot Palace, in the back garden.

　　Following Mordred's call, a large cloud of sponge-like clouds flew quickly from afar and stopped firmly in front of Mordred.

　　This is the somersault cloud from "Dragon Ball", a cloud that only a pure-hearted person can ride.

　　As for the question, where did this cloud of somersaults come from... Remember the mission released by the system that asked Mordred to arrange a meeting between Vivian and Artoria?

　　It was a fairly rewarding quest, and a reward of [-] points of filial piety plus a golden treasure chest was enough to make Mordred's strength take another qualitative leap.

　　However, because it was busy at the time.Mordred forgot about the golden treasure chest, and kept it in the corner of the warehouse to burn ashes.

　　It was not until today, when he sorted out his system warehouse on a whim, that he realized that he had left out such an important treasure.

　　"I am Ou Huang, I am Ou Huang, I am Ou Huang."

　　Mordred opened the treasure chest while giving himself a hypnotic suggestion.

　　And the final result did not live up to Mordred's expectations.

　　I saw that after the treasure box was opened, three rays of light flew out from the treasure chest - the worst of which was orange light.

　　And this somersault cloud is one of those three props.

　　[Prop Name: Somersault Cloud]

　　[Prop Type: Mount]

　　[Source: "Dragon Ball"]

　　[Rarity: Legend of Orange]

　　[Introduction: Extremely fast flying props, but only people with pure minds can ride. 】

　　Hmm...how to say.

　　Mordred had no doubts about whether he could ride the somersault cloud.

　　Just kidding, in the world, who can be purer than his mind?

　　As a king chef, he really just wanted to help his father king wholeheartedly, so that Arturia would not be so tired every day.

　　And the final result was no surprise.

　　He can really easily do this somersault cloud and go for a ride around.

　　And now-

　　"Then, Guinevere, do you want to try it?"

　　Mordred jumped on this somersault cloud first, and stepped on it hard, indicating that this somersault cloud can be ridden, and there is no problem.

　　Then, he looked at Guinevere with a smiling expression, hoping to see the scene where she stepped on the air and slammed a big butt.

　　Just, sorry.

　　"Yeah."

　　Facing Mordred's invitation, Guinevere had no doubts at all.

　　She jumped on the soft-looking cotton cloud without hesitation, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was really comfortable!

　　And in the next moment, when Mordred took Guinevere and tried to fly in the sky——

　　"Okay!"

　　Guinevere, who opened her arms in the wind, let out a scream of surprise.

　　"I can fly too!"

　　She closed her eyes, felt the wind whistling past her ears, and tried to imagine herself as a bird.

　　For her, it was an experience she couldn't even dream of.

　　So much so that when Mordred manipulated the somersault cloud to slowly descend and put Guinevere, who was already a little out of strength, on the ground, she still patted the cloud reluctantly.

　　"What a sweet baby."

　　Then she raised her head again and looked at Mordred with a watery look.

　　At this moment, she did not speak.

　　But don't need to speak.

　　Because I still want these three big characters to be written on her face, every stroke is so clear and distinct.

　　"You take a rest first, let's fly a little further."

　　"okay!"

　　……

　　Camelot Palace, in the bedroom.