Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

[This aspect of negativity cannot be denied]

[I guess I just expected what you'd look like at this moment]

[That's why she told Mordred to come without worry. She knew exactly what you were feeling.]

"Your mother... is truly a terrifying witch."

"Father... doesn't he like Mother?"

"No, I said that because I like her. It's because I can't do anything to her."

Moran reached out and gently stroked Mordred's cheek.

Morgan's shadow can be seen in it.

Modred was not used to such contact with people. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she just stood there motionless.

There was shyness in her emerald green eyes.

But, there is no rejection of feelings.

This child has always been curious about his father.

[At this moment, I feel the warmth and tenderness transmitted by that palm, and the figure as majestic as a mountain]

[You and her inner thoughts about the father's attitude]

[It's really too appropriate]

"They really do... Your face is very similar to Morgan's, and you inherited her blonde hair. But you're too reserved in front of me. People praise me as an Unsullied Knight, but I'm actually quite casual..."

"Father..."

"Grrr——" "Don't call me that... Mordred, just call me by my name... I have a feeling that if you keep calling me that, something big will happen..."

Moran already had an image in his mind.

If Artoria heard this title, she would probably take off the crown of the King of Perfection again.

Then, he rushed to him angrily.

She would certainly get to the bottom of what happened between Mordred and Morgan.

Wait until she finds out about Morgan.

I'm afraid the next step will be to confront Morgan face to face.

Morgan, who already had resentment towards Altria, was then joined by Altria, who was filled with jealousy.

Simply do the formula calculation.

In the end, what can be concluded is the destruction of Britain.

Due to emotional issues, the great Britain is heading towards national collapse as planned.

This kind of thing is not funny.

"Can't I... call you father?"

A look of loss appeared in Mordred 5.5's beautiful eyes.

It looks exactly like a depressed puppy with its head down after doing something wrong, which makes people feel very sorry for it.

"No, don't take it too seriously. It's simply because if you yell like that, something bad might happen. If you were alone with me, it's fine if you wanted to yell at me like that."

"Yes! Father!"

[The gloom on Mordred's face is wiped away]

[This cute and innocent look makes you smile helplessly]

[You patted Mordred's shoulder and walked forward with her.]

[Seeing more than just Morgan’s shadow]

[I vaguely feel that she bears a very high resemblance to young Altria.]

[After all, Morgan and Altria are sisters connected by blood].

Chapter 132: Eradicating Civil Unrest and Planning an Expedition [Subscribe! Flowers!]

They basically have the same face.

[It's normal for Mordred to look like Altria, they are quite related.]

When you are walking on the road

Feeling her fingertips being pulled, she turned her head and saw Mordred fluttering like a frightened cub. She quickly withdrew her hand.

【The fair and tender face is hot and red】

[Seeing this, you smiled and then extended your hand towards Mordred.]

"Some things, if you don't say them out loud, won't be understood. If you want to do something, Mordred, just tell me."

"Father...can you hold my hand?"

"of course can."

Moran took the tender little hand.

Something like this is commonplace for ordinary children, but she has to feel nervous and expectant.

Consider the aloof, stern Morgan.

Although it is known that she is a gentle witch at heart, the aura she exudes on the surface is that of a dangerous Ice 14.

Mordred as a child.

It would probably be difficult to act coquettishly towards a mother like that.

In that case, let me fulfill my duties as a father.

"Well........"

Mordred lowered his head and said nothing.

However, the little hand inadvertently clenched a little.

It was as if she had finally found the safe haven she had been looking for for a long time. For a moment, she felt that this was an overly happy dream.

[She raised her head slightly and looked up at you beside her]

【Come to the town, and see the respect and love of the people around you】

And the light you possess

【Combined with the hard-earned warmth at this moment】

She had never been so sure in her life that the decision she made was the right one.

Mordred likes this kind of father.

Camelot begins to reorganize its army

[Britain still has foreign enemies. Before dealing with the Romans, we must first deal with these Saxons.]

【All aspects of preparation are very thorough】

【Just one order from King Arthur and you can go into battle】

[Under your and Altria's leadership, the alien race is gradually being pushed to the brink of destruction. The decisive battle is about to come.]

【Location: Barton Hill】

[The Saxons prepare for the final attack]

The number of foreigners was several times greater than that of the knights. They had all been driven here from the mainland. It could be said that all the Saxon people here were thrown into this war of aggression.

They have an absolute advantage in numbers

[Anyone who looks at it would think this is a loser's war. Camelot's troops are less than half of the enemy's.]

[However, this is not an overthinking idea]

The battle ends with the king's victory.

[The overwhelming victory of destroying 40% of the enemy forces forced the foreign tribe to surrender, with very few casualties among the Camelot troops.]

The Saxons, bloodied by the river, lost their will to fight and swore they would never set foot on British soil as long as King Arthur was still alive.

[——This is the natural result.]

[With the Crimson Dragon protected by the Holy Sword and the Knights of the Round Table, the enemy cannot win.]

【All knights go to the battlefield for victory】

You and Artoria are responsible for formulating all military strategies and making decisions without any mistakes.

Today’s Round Table is in full bloom.

Even if the Roman Empire were their enemy, Camelot would not be timid or afraid.

One Year Away from Camelot

"What a great victory! The Picts surrendered! We even drove out those damn Saxons!"

"We have to hurry back home to farm! Ever since Camelot was built, our crops have been growing beautifully!"

"Yeah, my family is waiting!"

You and Artoria stand on a small hill, and in the distance, the voices of soldiers cheering for victory echo.

The Saxons were driven out of Britain.

All the warriors who were able to fight died on the battlefield, and the remaining ones were the elderly, the weak, women and children who were unarmed.

[They are a foreign race with no place to stay. Their invasion of Britain failed, and their tribe no longer has any fighting power.]

The end of the Middle Ages is foreseeable.

[Presumably, they will become extinct in this era]

"Having defeated the Saxons and Picts, the only remaining threat to Britain is Rome. Leah, your resolve remains unchanged?"

"No change. We must confront them on land before they put out to sea. First strike, then negotiate."

Altria smiled.

It is not known whether it was due to the victory in this war or the confidence in future battles with the Romans.

"You're still as stubborn as ever. But you're right. Rome is looking down on Britain. They think we're too busy fighting the Saxons and are secretly gloating, hoping to reap the benefits. We will slap them in the face with our strength."

Moran didn't take many shots in this war.

He now holds the same position of military advisor as Aguiwen, so even if he wants to take action, Artoria will not allow it.

The reason is that they are just barbarian enemies.

There is no need for the dragons protecting Britain to take action.

The actual reason was much simpler, Artoria wanted to protect Moran as much as possible.

Knowing that the more he squanders his power.

The more the world targets him, the more serious his actions will be. At the same time, his essence will dry up, leading to the loss of his self.

Artoria's protectiveness was growing stronger by the day.

It's like a girl holding a token of love and not wanting anyone to hurt it.

Possessing the domineering power of a king.

There is also the willfulness that belongs to women.

"Yes, there's nothing more satisfying than giving those Romans a slap in the face and sending them sprawling. We've also had complaints for years and want to say that we won't show any mercy and will make them get the hell out of here.

After that, while they are still confused, propose conditions and make them sign a peace treaty."

Altria was taught by Moran.

So, the idea is very relevant.

[For now, we will enjoy the fruits of this victory. When we return to Camelot, we will continue to prepare for the next war.]

[Currently, the favor of the Golden Fleece is still there]