The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Mordred lowered his head, and clenched his hands wrapped in gauntlets several times before slowly loosening them.

　"I want my father's recognition... Even if I have to transform into a beast and devour everything, I will—"

　Sieg blinked, and a hint of anger flashed in his red dragon eyes.

　The next second, a crisp slap sounded from the other side of Mordred's face.

　Blood foam floated in the air, and pain surged into the brain in waves.

　"That's really unbecoming... Red Saber... Aren't you a rebellious knight? Where did your rebellion go?"

　Mordred covered his face and stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

　A heart-pounding aura began to slowly emanate from the girl's body, and the shadows under her feet began to stretch and deform, becoming weird.

　Not wrong

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　This feeling... the feeling of a father...

　"No one is destined from birth. If you can only rely on others to prove your existence, what's the difference between that and never existing in the first place? Are you still the son of King Arthur as they said?"

　"I..."

　Mordred muttered, her swollen cheeks severely affecting the sound coming out of her mouth.

　"If you're nothing without King Arthur, if you abandon that part of you that makes you human, then you're nothing from the beginning."

　"Ms. Zieger..."

　Mashu clenched her fists onto her chest and looked at the girl with some concern.

　Lancelot silently stretched out his hand to stop Mashu's movements and the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

　Hassan of the Cursed Arm gestured to Hassan of the Hundred Faces, and then the two of them concealed their own auras and watched silently what was happening next.

　"It's fine..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru placed her cap on Mashu's hand, then smiled at her, her orange ponytail swaying in the wind.

　"Are you still a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur? Are you still his son? Are you still... his successor to the throne?"

　"What did you say?"

　Mordred struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the girl in disbelief.

　"You said I... am Father's son and her successor?"

　yes...

　I've been twisted...

　From the very beginning, he did not want to become king, but wanted to be recognized by his father.

　Whatever it is—acknowledge it.

　The figure of the blonde gradually overlapped with the figure of the girl in front of him.

　Although I haven't received my father's approval...

　But...

　but--

　"You said you would let me serve as a Knight of the Round Table if I became king, didn't you?

　yes...

　An unrecognized king will not have knights sworn to his loyalty.

　The one I swore allegiance to from the beginning, for my whole life, whether in life or death, was just that one person...

　"Ah... Of course... As a king you have to keep your word!"

　Red lightning burst out simultaneously, and the lightning, which was many levels more powerful than before, dyed the sky red.

　The distorted emotions began to slowly return to normal.

　The crimson lightning itself is the product of Mordred's thoughts about his father, distorted and materialized through magic.

　Now...

　"The power of human emotion...a power beyond all else..."

　The girl looked at the sky full of lightning with a slight smile on her lips, muttering to herself.

　The amplified red thunder roared straight into the sky and covered the earth.

　The diffuse lightning tore through the sky, corroded the earth, and destroyed everything around the village.

　Camp, horses, and reserve knights.

　Everything related to the Lion King turned into ashes under the lightning and dissipated with the wind.

　"This is the red Saber I know, isn't it?"

　"You've changed a lot... You're much more eloquent than before..."

　Modred scratched his hair, and the Clarent in his hand turned into a spirit particle and slowly dissipated.

　A faint glow appeared above the swollen cheeks, the pain was blocked, and the damaged tissue began to repair rapidly.

　"Healing magic, it really makes me miss it..."

　Mordred touched her cheek, which no longer hurt, and met Lancelot's eyes, which seemed to want to bore a hole in her.

　This is understandable, after all, she was almost killed by herself at that time, right?

　but...

　"You're really lying to me, aren't you? You're obviously Lancelot's illegitimate daughter!"

　Mordred placed his arm on the girl's shoulders in a familiar manner, and his fingers wrapped in sharp nails gently poked the girl's soft cheek.

　"You could say that..."

　"But if you look closely, you don't look like Lancelot at all...your long silver hair does resemble another mother..."

　As Mordred spoke, he looked around, his eyes slowly stopped on Mashu, and his words began to stutter.

　"There's no doubt about it... That shield is the Round Table itself. If that guy is Galahad..."

　Mordred turned stiffly and looked at the confused girl.

　"You are...Lancelot's illegitimate daughter?"

　The girl blinked, then turned her gaze to Lancelot.

　"Sir Mordred, please remove your hand from my daughter's shoulder and come over here. I have something to discuss with you."

　Lancelot's expression was very calm, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth that could have charmed countless beauties at that time.

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　Are you angry? There’s nothing I can do about it…”

　Mordred withdrew his hands, raised his arms high and slowly walked towards Lancelot.

　Under the latter's terrifying gaze with red eyes, he slowly walked to another rock wall.

　The sound of swords clashing and armor rubbing against each other suddenly began to sound, stirring up dust and smoke.

　"So... can we say that another Knight of the Round Table has chosen to stand on our side?"

　Romani Akiman asked quietly while looking at the dead silence all around.

　"But in this way, we have successfully saved the village and everyone in it, right?"

　"Ah... Sorry, I forgot that horses are also a resource that needs to be protected..."

　The girl suddenly came to her senses after hearing Mashu's words and scratched her hair.

　"No, ma'am, you've done a great job. We had already prepared for the worst. But this result has completely exceeded our expectations. Thank you very much..."

　Hassan the Cursed Arm led Hassan the Hundred Faces to Sieg and bowed deeply to him.

　"Mr. Cursed Wrist...when did you come?"

　"I see. My apologies. We have already given up our dignity as assassins. However, things that have become habits are not easily changed. Blocking the aura is something we do subconsciously..."

　Hassan Hassan adjusted the mask on his face and explained.

　"But... although I heard that there would be new forces joining, this is unexpected... and... I still have a grudge against these guys..."

　"Want to avenge the desert area?"

　The girl tilted her head, and the spirit particles in her hand began to slowly gather.

　"Since the Cursed Arm has recognized you as a fighting force, then you should understand, right? To drive evil spirits, you must have the corresponding power!"

　"Sister Baimao..."

　Arash sighed helplessly.

　A flash of golden lightning flashed by, and hot dragon breath suddenly burst out.

　"Or do you want to avenge what happened back then?"

　Hassan's pupils suddenly shrank, and every cell in his body was screaming.

　The scene that was too painful to recall began to reappear in my mind.

　As an assassin, I was assassinated from behind...

　Golden ripples covered the sky, and a huge torrent of magical power shot out from the ground.

　"You were from that time!"

　"bump!"

　A huge shield fell from the sky and hit Hassan the Hundred Faces directly where he was originally.

　The handle of the shield was slowly grasped by a white hand, and then thrown out with force.

　The knife just barely scraped across the bottom of the shield, changing its direction.

　With a slight flick of his finger, the shield circling in the air immediately changed its direction and flew straight towards the girl.

　Can't avoid...

　Hassan's eyes narrowed, and the shadow under his feet instantly expanded.

　The clone, covered with thick muscles all over his body, suddenly appeared and crossed his arms to block in front of himself.

　The next second, the two of them flew out along with their shields and hit the ground, and the masks on their faces shattered.

　"Is this okay?"

　The girl slowly walked to the side of Hassan the Hundred Faces, stepped hard on the shield lying on the ground with her right foot, and the shield flew up from the ground and fell back into the girl's hands.

　"Ahhh... I know that, but I still want to try it out... the power to silently send a familiar to my clone..."

　"So, we've passed, right?"

　The girl raised her head and looked in the direction of Hassan the Cursed Arm, and the shield in her hand slowly turned into spirit particles and completely dissipated.

　"That's amazing... Mashu, can you do that move too?"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes sparkled as he watched the girl pick up the shield in the same posture as Captain America, and then he looked at Mashu with anticipation.

　"Of course...senpai! Mash Kyrielight will definitely be able to do it!"

　Bet on your dignity as an older sister and a younger generation!

　"But then again, since this village has been attacked, I suggest that everyone evacuate to the village of Lord Curse-Wrist..."

　Bedivere coughed lightly a few times to draw everyone's attention back to the current situation.

　"Sir Bedivere's statement is illogical. Although Mordred and Lancelot have already rebelled, and Tristan is the only one still able to leave, we cannot let our guard down..."

　Hassan the Cursed Wrist nodded and slowly walked to the side of Hassan the Hundred Faces.

　"Let's begin the evacuation now. Take everything we can. This place will be completely abandoned for now. At the same time, notify the other villages to increase surveillance of the surrounding areas."

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　The refugee movement was massive, but not overwhelming.