Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Here, Shishi Jie was still worried about his wallet, but Artoria finally said after thinking carefully:

"I have a question, why is your outfit different from others? Is this outfit too revealing?"

Perhaps he realized that there was no derogatory meaning in the question. Mordred was not angry when he was accused. He just muttered "What?" and then replied disappointedly:

"It's enough that I feel comfortable. I don't want to show it to others. I just need to be able to use it freely! Besides, no one cares about me no matter what I wear (whispering)... Ah, it's really troublesome. Anyway, just forget it if you don't want to. !”

Mordred was inexplicably angry and wanted to take back his clothes, but his arms were held down by someone.

"I understand. Although I am not used to such clothes, I agree with your opinion. I will accept this set of clothes as a gift." After thinking for a while, Altria looked at the rebellious knight and finally added a sentence.

"Thank you."

This is tonight... no, this is the first time Arturia has said thank you to Mordred from the past to the present.

Perhaps because she was wearing a mask, Altria did not need to be proud of her status as a king, and Mordred only regarded her as a congenial travel companion.

Then, as Shuo Yue said, it is enough to speak frankly about your inner thoughts.

"Thank you, thank you?" Mordred stood there in a daze, watching the 'stranger' in front of him take away his clothes. Somehow, he suddenly felt happier than eating honey.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, hahaha..." After giggling, she poked Lion Jie with her elbow and said excitedly, "Look, Master, she praised me, she praised me!"

"I know, I know, there's no need to repeat it twice." After sending out a few more 'Enescu' (Romanian currency), Shili Jie's hands were trembling, "Really, it's obvious that we have been spending money on her, right? "

"Oh, don't be so petty, Master. I also had a lot of money that I didn't spend completely, and then I died in the war... Of course, I don't mean to curse you."

"Thank you so much!"

Whispering to the waiter to pack the bags, Altria looked at Mordred who was getting along harmoniously with his Master, and at some point, the corners of her mouth curled up.

I'm glad that you have such a suitable Master, Lord Mordred.

After passing the clothing store, the group of three people walked on the street again. After being thanked by Dai Mao, Xiao Mo felt as if he had drunk fake wine. He was so excited that he couldn't speak at all:

"Hey, Master, the medium through which you summoned me is the fragment of the Round Table, right?"

Pieces of the round table? !

Altria was alert, but she resisted the urge to turn her head. And Shizijie also withdrew his gaze from her, looked at the deep night sky, and sighed helplessly.

There are outsiders around. Isn't this guy a little too unscrupulous?

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Well, that is to say, any one of the Knights of the Round Table may appear. Even if Lancelot who insulted his father or the annoying Gawain appeared, there is nothing surprising."

Mordred just started talking to himself, with doubts in his tone.

"Father?" Artoria trembled, a little stunned.

"Lancelot and Gawain?" Lion Jie was surprised, "I remember those are the two top knights of the Round Table, right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about, Master? The strongest knight is obviously me, right? I am the son of King Arthur, and I am destined to surpass his knight in the future!"

First, he raised his voice to refute Lion Tribulation's statement, but Mordred quickly lowered his voice, unable to hide his inferiority: "But it was me who was summoned, the rebellious knight who destroyed Britain... What a strange situation."

"Ahem, sorry to bother you." Arturia coughed slightly, interrupting Mordred's contemplation, "I seem to hear you discussing the legend of Britain. What is your evaluation of the Round Table? ?”

Although she had given up her heart to restore the country, as the Knight King who commanded the Round Table, she still wanted to hear other people's evaluations of them, let alone the knights who were personally involved.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be interested in the legends of that era!" Mordred said happily, not doubting that he was there, "Let me think about where to start... Ah, by the way, let's start with the high points. Damn that loyal dog Wen! He always acts like he thinks he is a big brother, so get out of here!"

Then, that loyal dog... Xiao Mo's first sentence made the stupid Maolei scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. She never expected that Gao Wenqing, who was obviously like Prince Charming, would be so unbearable in Mordred's eyes. .

Although she wanted to say something to stop him, Mordred's words seemed to have a mysterious magic, attracting Altria to continue eavesdropping, eavesdropping on the gossip about the knights.

After all, this is another side that the knights cannot show in front of the holy king no matter what.

"As for the other knight you mentioned, Master, Lancelot... Hey, Lancelot... Although I am not qualified to say this, if he shows up, I will definitely blow his head off!"

Sir Lancelot has already been forgiven by me, and your crime is much worse than his, my Britain... Tsk.

"What's the matter with the sudden chill...Ah, forget it, anyway, there's still Bedivere, a real top student! Although he's not good at fighting, he's a good general, much gentler than that stern-faced Agrawen! And he accompanied his father... accompanied King Arthur until the last moment... No, it's nothing."

Bedivere...well, he is a good knight, but Lord Mordred, why did you remain silent at the end?

"Oh, yes, there is also that guy Agguiwen, who is the chief steward of the Round Table. Of course, if it weren't for him, my rebellion wouldn't have gone so smoothly. I really have to thank him for this!"

No, Aggui Wenqing did nothing wrong. The wrong person was me...

"As for Tristan... Evil, useless Tristan! If he becomes your Servant, Master, I advise you to fire him! After all, he has the magical skill of sleeping while standing! And he and Lancelot share the same ideals in some aspects, hum."

What? Lord Tristan actually knows this kind of skill? No wonder he always takes the initiative to apply for duty, and has missed many dinner parties hosted by Gao Wenqing because of this... He is really cunning.

As if he knew the stories of the Knights of the Round Table like the back of his hand.

The French knight who came from across the sea, Lancelot who was protected by the Maid of the Lake;

The child of the enchantress Morgan, the successor of Orkney in the North Kingdom, Gawain is blessed by the sun.

Son of the Duke of Cornwall, the tragic prince symbolizes the Tristan of the Romantic Era.

The brave and capable Lanmarok.

The stubborn Parsifal; the skillful Kay; the loyal Bedivere.

Gahoris the Passionate; Gareth the Mild; Argoven the Executor.

Palamedes fights alone.

The gentlest knight, the only one chosen by the Holy Grail, Galahad of the Apocalypse.

And, silent Mordred...

There are fifteen people in total, that is the round table in its heyday, and it is the shadow of the legendary legend in the past.

Lionel and Altria listened to Mordred's story in silence. Although their comments were full of childish ridicule and revelations, they did not ignore Mordred's detailed knowledge, nor did they miss the pure joy shining in her eyes.

Mordred...

The knight looked too innocent and too joyful. Just by looking at him, Altria felt like crying.

It turns out that even though you started the rebellion, you also love the Round Table and those people as much as I do...

With emotions surging in her heart, she almost wanted to take off her mask and recognize Mordred. But at this moment, Lion Jie looked at the satisfied Mordred and spoke softly:

"So... what about King Arthur? As the king of the Knights of the Round Table, why haven't you described him?"

The originally warm atmosphere fell silent, and Mordred's expression cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into cold iron or an indifferent reef.

"There is nothing to say, Master. I entrust my sword to you. As a knight, I don't think I am disloyal enough to serve two kings at the same time."

Like a wake-up call, Mordred's words awakened Artoria from her emotions.

Yes, no matter how much she missed the round table of the past, everything had disappeared with the passage of time.

Only Mordred, the knight who destroyed Britain, was forever engraved on the pillar of shame in history as a rebellious knight and as a son of the curse.

The rebellious knight Mordred - who ended the legend of King Arthur - killed King Arthur - the unfaithful and unfilial villain.

For future generations, just remembering this sentence is enough.

Who cares about her lonely past? Care about the reason for her rebellion?

Outside the mask, Lion Jie sighed silently, and Mordred looked indifferent.

Under the mask, Artoria's expression was dark and she closed her eyes.

All the past events will never be spoken of again.

However, as the street came to an end, this tranquility was ruthlessly broken——

Looking at the scene in the house in front of him, Mordred's breathing suddenly became heavy and his eyes were bloodshot.

Following her gaze, Lion Jie frowned and saw the female magician smiling gently beside the piano and the back of her hand with the Command Seal engraved on it.

"Black's master?"

Hearing this, Arturia's heart skipped a beat, and a chill came over her, prompting her to look out the window——

The silver-haired little girl cheered and rushed towards the blonde girl in front of her. The girl had the same beautiful face as King Arthur, and an extremely similar awe-inspiring temperament.

The light in the house was dim, blurring the girl's eyes. If she didn't know where she was, Altria would have thought that the person half-kneeling on the ground and hugging little Jack was her.

And with Servant-level hearing, the girl's cheerful voice was so clear:

"mom!"

Mother? Mother!

She called out to "King Arthur" with a voice full of affection, and "King Arthur" also showed a gentle expression and responded to his lovely daughter.

——And Mordred was standing on the cold street outside the house.

Already aware of what was going to happen next, Artoria closed her eyes in pain and wanted to liberate the armed forces to stop her, but she was gently pushed away, and where she originally stood, Chi Lei Explode!

The sky thousands of miles away suddenly beat like a drum.

It was as if the Iron Curtain was cracking, and countless cracks emerged from the night sky. This was proof that the fragile air could not contain the overly violent power and was on the verge of collapse.

The blood-red thunder drum roared and shook, and branches pierced out from the ground, covering the night sky of Sighişoara. When it reached the highest point, it rolled back and smashed towards the earth like a hammer.

Just the sound.

The windows of countless houses shattered!

The unreserved red thunder turned into the hell of hell, tearing the night apart and setting it on fire. In the prison filled with blood and hatred, the red and white demons were raging, raging, raging!

There is no way to vent, it is unbelievable.

Dragging the red thunder, roaring and snarling.

Like weeping blood, a shrill roar exploded throughout Sighisoara:

! ! ! "

I don’t know if anyone has noticed that there is no voice related to the Knights of the Round Table in FGO. If there is, it is for the entire round table (such as Bai Qiandai)... Well, I don’t quite understand. You must know that the Knights of the Round Table are All the idiots have their own voices.

Chapter 447: Sighisoara: The Holy Maiden

Chapter 448 Stormy Sighisoara: Flag of the Saint

The red thunder shone and scorched the earth everywhere.

It was as if a bomb exploded from Mordred's body. The energetic naughty child, the foodie, the servant of the lion... all kinds of illusions were burned by the anger of the tempering chain, and replaced by a cold and hard full body armor, and a red and white helmet that concealed infidelity.

Rebel, king-slayer.

The Cursed Child, the Knight of Vengeance.

——This is the Mordred in history, this is her true face!

Even if what is sown are beautiful and longing, but the soil of malice is too deep and the rain and dew of sorrow are too much, the seeds of light have been buried, and what break out of the ground are only twisted and filthy withered branches. Even the shriveled fruits are destined to be filled with blood and hatred!

And there is only one source and origin of this hatred——

! ! ! "

The scream was almost hoarse, and the devil-like blood thunder spread instantly, crawling up her body along Mordred's fingers and drilling into her lungs, as if it was attached to her skeleton, burning vigorously.

Mother? You actually call King Arthur your mother?

That's it...that's it!

Is it because you have other children that you reject me, Arthur?

Then let me tear it all to pieces, let me rebel against you, until you are willing to look at me with hatred in your eyes - my appearance is reflected in your eyes!

Let me rebel against all this!

Every thought was burned away by the flames. The red and white knight roared and burned himself wantonly, sweeping forward like a flame and thunderstorm of hatred.

Black’s master, kill!

Kill that kid!

King Arthur - Kill! kill! kill!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

Under such extreme emotion, Mordred ignored the Master's order for the first time and released the true name of the Noble Phantasm:

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father. This is a rebellion against my magnificent father!"

The red sea of ​​thunder that tore through the night sky enveloped the town like doomsday, as if time and space had reversed. The bloody setting sun rose from the horizon, so passionately, so desperately, just like the final battle between father and son on the Hill of Camlann.