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"I don't know what you are thinking, King Arthur, but Mordred is not a tool for you to make up for your guilt. If you want to help her, go and make it clear to her, whether it was then or now!"

Chapter 523 What kind of king do you want to be?

Faced with Lion Jie Jieli's question, what was your reply?

I'm sorry, but I don't know either.

Yes, that's what she said. Facing Mordred's master, she chose to be frank, because her intuition told her that this rough-looking magician could understand her complicated mood at the moment. .

While trying to teach Mordred, Artoria would have flashbacks in her mind from time to time. It was the fog that enveloped her because of the interference from Joan of Arc and Atalanta, causing little Jack to lose control. London is a hell in the eyes of countless children.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, in fact, she was no less shocked in the illusion than Atalanta or even Sieg in the original work. Although Merlin had warned her over and over again that darkness always goes hand in hand with light, just like the two sides of a coin, this was the first time Arturia had personally experienced how vicious human beings can develop. Terror exists.

Compared with such deep despair, even Britain, which is raging with war and people's livelihood is in decline, seems much gentler. If the country she built becomes like this, then she will destroy it all even if she degenerates into evil.

——I inevitably recalled my innocent words back then.

【There are many people laughing, I think, that must be right. 】

To live for the people, to live with the people, to leave a future for the people, the girl drew her sword and killed herself. To this day, Altria has to admit that there was an element of self-touching in this. The king was too high up, and even if her heart was beating eagerly, people could only see her lonely back.

And so Britain fell - overthrown by her titular child, Mordred.

During her days in Utopia, she had imagined the reason for the name of the Rebellious Knight countless times, but she could not figure it out. But now, she had a vague answer in her heart.

What if, in the eyes of the artificial human who was born less than a few years ago and was modeled after her, the Britain created by her father himself is like the foggy London, a prison filled with sin and punishment?

What if the king reflected in her eyes is the source and carrier of all these sins and all sorrows?

In that case, it would be natural to draw the sword out of anger. What position could I have to express my indignation at her resistance and successful destruction of 'Hell'?

It was out of this kind of thinking that Arturia was able to calmly stand side by side with Mordred and ask her inner doubts:

"Now, Mordred, tell me...are humans good or evil?"

Didn't you call me Qing? Such a title...

Mordred's hands tightened slightly, his whole body tensed, and he tried to make his voice ferocious and impatient:

"Are you stupid? Human beings are human beings. They are a group of beasts who choose to do good or evil according to the situation at that time."

Why? "

"Because if you don't have enough food and clothing, all manners and benevolence will disappear without a trace. To put it bluntly, it's just a slightly smarter beast!" As if recalling the past, Mordred couldn't help but get excited, "In my case It seems that other people are not important at all, as long as I am an outstanding existence!"

King Mingming has sacrificed so much for the country, and his ingenuity is impeccable... But all it takes is a simple drought and war, and those stupid people will lose their sense of shame and morality, and turn their fear into anger and pour it on the supreme One. The king...

"Do you hate humans?"

In response to Artoria's straightforward question, Mordred affirmed without flinching:

"Of course I hate it. They never forget their grudges, but they will forget the favors they have received. As long as it is something that will cause losses to themselves, they must try their best to avoid it even if they sacrifice everything. If it is not troublesome, they will do something boring Good deeds, but if it is a very troublesome thing, they will turn a blind eye to the huge evil forces. They always act driven by selfish desires, and if they fail, they will blame others other than themselves. There is no value worth protecting at all. !”

As if saying "the conclusion has been reached", the girl took one bite of the pancake, twisted her neck, and tore off the stuffing. Her movements were sharp and beautiful, like a handsome lion.

"What a sad conclusion." Arturia murmured in a low voice and continued to ask: "So, was this the reason why you rebelled during your lifetime?"

The air froze for a moment, the candlelight in the church stopped instantly, and the shadowy outlines outside the window were fixed, as if they were shackled by some invisible pressure, almost suffocating.

No, your understanding of humanity and my rebellion are two completely different issues. Are you trying to find an excuse to attack me, King Arthur?"

Mordred's eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, and I was afraid that if she continued to speak, she would actually draw her sword and strike at him.

"Well, let's not talk about rebellion for now - but there are many people who follow you, right?"

Just when Mordred thought the topic would stop, Artoria continued to advance the topic unceremoniously. She probably didn't expect that she would continue to be questioned. Her eyes suddenly widened.

King Arthur, the holy king who was rebelled against, asked her about the details of the rebellion in front of the rebel leader as if nothing had happened?

Is there something wrong? They are all dead, so what's the point of talking about this!

"Aren't there many people who respect you and are willing to make you king? Are you going to despise them too?"

The holy sword was drawn out and the holy spear was raised high. In a trance, Mordred saw the fully armed king charging towards her. Her spirit tightened instantly. Almost subconsciously, the girl who was respected as the king by the rebels spoke, her words were like swords. General response:

"They had to bet on me only for their own reasons. They had the need to rebel against the king. I will neither despise those who resist me nor regard those who support me as For your own kind.”

"Do you want to despise everyone?"

I am supposed to be a king. How can a king treat humans as his own kind? Can a king save humans just by crying and laughing with them? That is impossible. A so-called king should never be that kind of person. "

Facing the legendary King Arthur, Mordred spoke quietly in an emotionless tone.

Facing the solemn Mordred, Artoria quietly held her breath. In her holy blue eyes, this familiar figure overlapped with several kings she had met and killed.

Moonlight, courtyard, king, banquet.

The memory of the past prompted Artoria to blurt out:

"What kind of kingly rule do you want to implement? Do you want to be an evil king or a good king?"

!!!

As he understood the words, Mordred clearly heard the sound of blood flowing in his blood vessels and his heartbeat like a drum.

She knew very well that this was a question that she could not avoid, because Artoria was questioning the heart of another king as the Holy King.

——Father, recognized her.

Mordred's expression was a little distorted, and she even revealed uncontrollable anger. However, this emotion was not directed at Artoria, but at herself, at the stupid future king whose mind was still blank until now.

Now I am fighting to become the king. As long as there is an opportunity to challenge the chosen sword, I will have absolute confidence to pull out the sword.

So, what kind of king do I want to be?

Hope to become the ideal king. I hope to be a king who can protect everyone he wants to protect and be recognized by everyone.

In order to achieve this goal, should he become a king who is a symbol of the people's ideals like his father? Or should he become a greedy king who is willing to throw everything into the process to realize his dream?

If you want to be the king of ideals, you will definitely feel suffocated. If you want to be the king of greed, you will definitely be resented by the people.

Mordred stared blankly at the street outside the window. According to the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail, this country still bears the scars of being ruled by a tyrant.

Carrying out tyranny with twisted delusions, people built meaningless luxurious palaces. As a result, the tyrant was defeated and died in the rebellion. I definitely don’t want to become that kind of king——

So, is it better to be a perfect king like his father who sacrifices his life for his ideals? Apparently even the father fell down on the way?

hateful. "

The problem that he has never faced face to face is now placed in front of him by the object of his hatred.

Wanting to become a king - it was just a simple dream, but he had no vision for the future after becoming king.

Have the other kings ever thought about this? Did the tyrants, wise kings or cowardly kings who left their names in history have any vision for the future of their rule?

My father, Artoria Pendragon, what exactly do you expect from the country you rule?

I destroyed it myself, so what are you talking about the future?"

In front of Artoria, Mordred suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. Indeed, it was King Arthur who led Britain to peace, but it was himself who completely destroyed everything.

If I were to ask what was the worst thing about it—I still haven’t regretted it.

You won't get anyone's recognition, you won't get anyone's care, you won't get anyone's love, and you won't fall in love with anyone. A peaceful world is wonderful, and so are the people who risk their lives for it.

However, why can't we give even a little bit of affection to those who have dedicated everything to this beauty?

He didn't even expect to get her love. At the very least, if she could give herself a little attention and follow her figure with her eyes, that would be enough.

"Stop saying stupid things, you will definitely not be satisfied. You will ask for her love and affection endlessly, and in the end you will even ask for the throne. In the end, you will completely destroy her rule."

That was a whisper coming from the bottom of his heart. While feeling anxious, Mordred also accepted this statement.

Maybe that's true - after all, I don't know what love is at all. Is it something sweet, something bitter, something sour, or something tasteless and odorless?

How could a knight who didn't even know what love was able to declare in front of King Arthur what kind of king he wanted to be without any shame?

Bitterness rose in her heart, but before the girl could get dejected, a pair of hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her to raise her head and look into those serious holy blue eyes.

"Don't be discouraged, Mordred. It doesn't matter if you can't answer it." Artoria said to the dumbfounded Mordred with a serious face, "Just like tonight's question, I believe that sooner or later you will be able to answer it." Get it done.”

As if she finally realized the contradiction, Artoria put down her hand, coughed lightly, and turned around to leave.

"I hope I can hear your heartfelt answer when we meet next time."

Mordred did not speak. Her brain had been burned out when Arturia touched her. She just watched her father leave in a daze, with one sentence playing on a loop in her mind:

She's encouraging me She's encouraging me She's encouraging me...

Father, she has me in her heart!

"Hey, hey, hey hey..."

Outside the church, Joan of Arc looked at the silly Mordred and shook her head, unable to bear to look at him: "This child is stupid."

"Well, I really didn't expect it to unfold like this." "Oh, my inspiration has come!" "Has King Arthur finally recognized Mordred..." "Do you think Mordred will choose the good king or the evil king?" "Master, let's go have barbecue tonight!"

Behind her, a group of guys did not go back to rest at all, but discussed enthusiastically, and there was even a magic screen. It was obvious that a certain empress abused her magic power and live-streamed her eating melons from a distance. They were obviously from different camps and were going to fight brutally the next day, but at this moment, the heroes tacitly forgot their conflicts and communicated with each other as if they were friends.

Those who can become heroes are already outstanding among the vast crowd. When they let go of their grudges and try to accept and communicate, the happy atmosphere and warmth can easily infect all the bystanders and even those who join in.

"King Arthur left without noticing us. It seems that Shuo Yue's imitation breath blocking effect is very good... Shuo Yue? Shuo Yue!"

Joan of Arc called several times and turned around in surprise, only to find the assassin in black robe smiling silently. In his eyes, he reflected the noisy crowd and the silly and cheerful Mordred in the church. .

The warm light in the church blended into his handsome face, and the young man seemed to be looking at the most precious treasure that was about to disappear, with an expression of cherishment and reluctance.

"Shuoyue...?"

Chapter 524: The goals of the red team and the blue team are the same?

Everyone was satisfied with what King Arthur and Mordred had done, and finally retreated. Shuo Yue did not return to Milenia Castle immediately, but used displacement magic to appear at the anchor point of the Sky Courtyard. at.

"Ah, it's dad!"

As soon as he appeared, the silver-haired little girl rushed towards him with cheers. Shuoyue hugged little Jack and spun him around, making her giggle.

"You've grown a lot, little Jack."

"Of course, I was watching my sister when she was studying!" Little Jack puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips, as if he was a primary school student who had been praised, but Shuoyue noticed her address.

"elder sister……?"

"Well, sister Mordred is Tolia's mother's child, right? She's taller than me, so of course she's my sister~"

If the person standing in front of Shuo Yue was an ordinary child, then there would be no problem with her logic. However, Jack the Ripper was an evil spirit without normal thinking. After the resentment was eradicated, his mind has grown to this point, which is commendable.

Thinking of this, the young man smiled faintly. He squatted down and pinched little Jack's cheek, speaking in a gentle tone:

"Little Jack is awesome. You must protect your mother when I'm not around."

"Yeah!" Little Jack didn't pay attention to the question in Shuo Yue's sentence. She nodded seriously, so Shuo Yue stood up and looked at the sixth director Lingxia who was already waiting quietly.

The woman was still wearing the green dress, with smooth brown hair and a graceful figure. Several days of the Holy Grail War had not changed her at all, except that her face was pale, making her look even more delicate and pitiful.

In the illusion of London, she kept accepting vengeful spirits in order to find little Jack as soon as possible, which eventually caused the black magician cards that Sakutsuki delivered to her to be damaged, and even her body was damaged to a certain extent. Sakutsuki certainly would not blame Rokudo Reika for this. He was just curious. Red Semiramis and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada were not blind people. They had no reaction to such an obvious flaw.

In other words... they are also waiting, waiting for someone to come and explain.

Random betrayal, untenable surrender to the enemy, the mysterious power that seizes the servants, the hypocritical black magician, the mysterious shadow lurking in the war.

If both black and red have a premonition of certain facts and take precautions, then the so-called decisive battle will be meaningless. If the existence lurking in the dark remains indifferent in the end, then the person who controls everything will become a coward and a coward. Big joke.

"Let's go, it's our turn to play cards." Standing up, Shuoyue and Lingxia walked out of the room together. Outside the door, Altria seemed not to have expected them to come out so early, and hurriedly put away the items in her hands, but it was too late, Shuoyue had already seen clearly what she was holding.

It is a set of short-sleeves and hot pants that are specially cut short and have quite sparse fabrics.

In the weird silence, Arturia blushed with excitement and quickly denied: "No, I didn't buy it, it was a gift that Mordred sold me. That, I mean, she didn't know that I was there. It was given to me when I was given my identity!”

"Ahem, that's good." Shuoyue coughed dryly and shook off some inappropriate thoughts in his mind. Sixth Director Lingxia had been watching him silently, and at this moment she suddenly laughed.

"I always feel that Mr. Shuo Yue has changed a lot."

Recalling the assassin who had a cold temperament and was extremely ruthless, the sixth director Lingxia and Artoria felt as if they were in another world.

"With you two and that guy here, I can't be serious even if I want to." Shuoyue's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was calm, "I didn't expect that a person could be changed in just a few days. Human nature is really a wonderful thing."

In fact, your essence has never changed, Shuo Yueqing...

Altria thought to herself, as they chatted, the three of them soon arrived at the end of the corridor. At the door, the great writer in flashy clothes and the Dutch dragon slayer were already waiting.

"I never thought that even I would join in."

"This is a formal negotiation, Shakespeare. Naturally, we have to show our due bargaining chips." Facing the people except Lingxia and Dumao, Shuo Yue returned to her concise and capable look, "Of course, we still have hidden tricks. card, and the red side has no secrets in front of me."