In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

……

"Lord Mordred," Lancelot greeted Mordred, who was doing knightly training.

“Lord Lancelot,” Mordred said, setting down his sword and returning the greeting breathlessly.

“Someone wants to see you.” Lancelot smiled kindly at his junior.

“But… I’m training.” Mordred’s energetic voice carried a hint of difficulty.

“Well, it’s my father who wants to see you.” Lancelot shrugged. “You said you’ve always wanted to see him.”

"Is it Lord Anno who wants to see me?!" Mordred replied with delight.

The person she admired most was undoubtedly her own father, Arthur, who was the number one choice, and the second was Anno, who had dedicated his life to Britain.

As for her mother Morganefeller, who had always instilled in her the idea of ​​destroying Britain, Mordred loved her but did not respect her.

“My father is over there, come with me,” Lancelot said, leading the way.

Mordred hurriedly followed.

She saw Anno from a great distance.

Anno sat on a bench, still wearing the same armor he had worn for decades.

He was calm and quiet, like a wall or an ancient tree. Although he was unmoved, just looking at him would give people a sense of security.

He had lost his youthful vigor, and now possessed a glow like the setting sun.

Mordred's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, gleamed with the light of someone seeing an idol as he looked at the aged knight.

"You, you are Annoqing, the one who sits in the seat of calamity, fulfills the duty of the iron wall, has experienced countless wars, and cooperated with the king to slay the demon dragon Vortigern!"

Mordred, like a little girl meeting her idol, ran up to Anno and skipped around excitedly.

Anno stared blankly at the lively Mordred.

This is not an action a knight should make; it's more like—a child's?

He observed the knight, who was completely covered in armor, and pondered in his mind.

He stood up and patted Mordred on the shoulder (Anno is 187cm tall, Mordred is 154cm tall): "Young knight, since you have chosen to be the king's right arm, then strive to fight for Britain."

Mordred responded excitedly to Anno: "Yes! I understand, Lord Anno!"

After exchanging a few more words, the two parted ways.

Anno couldn't help but marvel at how lively the child was, born from the gloomy Morganfeller and the well-behaved Artoria.

It’s weird.

He watched Mordred's departing figure, lost in thought.

Lancelot moved closer to Anno and exclaimed, "Lord Mordred truly respects you, Father. It's a bit like how that little girl Gareth treats us."

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Chapter 89 Morgan's Plan

Mordred truly loved Britain and Arthur.

After observing for a long time, Anno came to this conclusion.

He chose to personally teach the knight, just as he had taught the young Artoria.

Mordred was naturally overjoyed.

Arthur noticed this. A while ago, when Mordred obtained a seat at the Round Table, she had told this reliable elder about Mordred's identity and her doubts. However, Anno did not answer Arthur directly at the time, but just smiled and nodded.

But now it seems that Arthur has a pretty good idea of ​​Anno's attitude, but she is still a little conflicted.

Or should we talk to Uncle Anno again?

Arthur gazed at the setting sun, his eyes flickering with emotion.

......

Morgan used magic to disguise himself and infiltrate Camelot.

She returned to Camelot for two purposes: one was to see her five children, just from afar; the other was to make arrangements for her plans.

She dug up her uncle's grave and collected all of Vortigern's flesh and bones.

She created a technique that was almost impossible to perform.

After Vortigern died, he lost his qualification as the embodiment of Britain, but his enhanced physical body still exists in this world.

She used the blood and flesh of Vortigern and the magic of a true dragon to create an extremely vicious magic.

She divided the magic into two parts: one part was forged into armor and placed on the fifth child, while the other half of the magic was intended to be placed on someone in the royal city of Camelot.

She was well aware of her sister's charisma; it was only a matter of time before Mordred disobeyed her, their mother. Therefore, her plan didn't require Mordred's cooperation at all. Once she entered Britain, the plan would be half successful.

Of course, it would be even better if Mordred could do as planned and rebel against her father.

Morgan Fairer originally wanted to take revenge on the most despicable person besides her own sister, Anno, but before she could even get within a hundred meters, Anno became alert.

So she turned her attention to Anno's son, Lancelot.

Lancelot is wielding his longsword in the training field.

Morgan sneaked into the training grounds and, when Lancelot wasn't looking, quietly took his helmet.

Then, using the other half of the magic, he forged a new helmet and placed it in its original position.

Her eyes revealed cunning and madness.

"Now, all we have to do is wait for the Age of Gods to completely end..."

Morganfeller gazed at the distant Camelot Court and smiled strangely.

......

Lancelot was completely unaware that his helmet had been switched. As usual, he returned to his residence after his workout.

Inside the residence, Anno was instructing Mordred on some matters of etiquette.

Mordred is a good student; when she's quiet, she's just as well-behaved as Artoria.

Anno asked curiously, "Lord Mordred, why do you always wear your armor?"

“This is my mother’s instruction, and right now…” Mordred shook his head, “I can’t take off my helmet yet.”

Anno expressed his understanding: "I see..." He guessed it was because she looked a lot like Leah. If her true face were revealed, it would indeed cause a commotion and many other problems.

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Chapter 90: One more member of the King Arthur Fan Club!

Five more years have passed.

Anno has rarely been on the battlefield in the past five years, only participating briefly in the war against Rome.

He is considering whether or not to step down from his seat at the round table.

He was fifty-four years old, his hair and beard were all white, and his left arm was somewhat withered.

All he wants to do now is take good care of his grandchildren and teach Arthur, Lancelot, and Mordred.

Elaine had already brought Galahad to Camelot. After entrusting her son Galahad to Anno and Lancelot, she returned to Avalon, determined to reflect on her mistakes there.

One night, at the Royal Court of Camelot Park.

Lancelot walked to a corner with a deep expression.

In a corner, a woman dressed as a wealthy lady was drinking tea.

She looked at Lancelot and smiled elegantly: "Lord Lan, you've come."

Lancelot nodded silently and sat down opposite the woman.

The two remained silent for a while, as if in prayer.

"Then—" the woman's voice trailed off, "the 372nd King Arthur Fan Club is now in session!!!"

It was very powerful, but the voice was very soft.

The woman's true identity was Queen Guinevere, King Arthur's queen.

Ten years ago, she witnessed Arthur's sister Morgan Fairer using a potion to drug Arthur and having some... things happen between them.

After that, she, who loved Arthur, began to soothe her heart in this way with a knight who also loved Arthur, Lancelot.

The results were surprisingly good; it has already been held 372 times.

Lancelot looked at Guinevere seriously and struck the classic pose of Commander Shinji Ikari: "Then, Your Majesty, you shall speak first—tell us about the King's recent situation."

The two then evaluated and exchanged opinions on every detail of King Arthur's life, engaging in a heated discussion.

King Arthur looked down at the two of them, who were clearly having a passionate conversation but had to keep their voices down. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Those two guys..."

Even though Gawain caught them both a while ago, they still don't know how to behave themselves. It's really...

Their conversation attracted a third person.

A knight fully clad in armor was strolling in the park when he suddenly heard a sound. The lively knight followed the sound and found the location of the hobby club.

She thought she heard a familiar voice.

Mordred observed from the shadows.

"Brother Lancelot and the Queen? What are they doing?" Mordred sensed something was amiss.

She listened intently to their conversation, her face, hidden beneath her armor, growing increasingly red.

So Mordred resolutely jumped out from the side.

The two people who were having a heated discussion were startled.

“Lord Mordred?” Lancelot was stunned.

Mordred was panting heavily, as if he had swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Finally, Mordred spoke softly, "Um..."