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

[As a father, I am happy to be relied upon by my daughter, but this is not conducive to Mordred's growth.]

【Avoid being too dependent on others】

Mordred has excellent results in all aspects. She has both Morgan's magical talent and your combat savvy.

[Last seat at the round table, yet second to none]

If she chose to take off her helmet in front of everyone, no one would question her even if she was to become the next king.

You are worried and proud of her growth

As people get older, they worry more.

"Mordred...? Subjugating the nobles... What are you talking about?"

"What's wrong, Guinevere?"

Moran saw Guinevere's surprised expression.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

An extremely obvious sense of disharmony emerged in my heart.

"Mordred... She has already defeated the rebellious nobles, and you have already praised her... That was seven days ago."

"Seven days ago... did I say...?"

"Today, Mordred wants to go hunting with you this afternoon. You told me about this last night."

Guinevere put down the letter in her hand.

She came to Moran's side with a worried look on her face.

There is an atmosphere of silence flowing.

You also sense the sense of disharmony.

Even if Guinevere mentioned this to you, you couldn't recall any memory of it.

[Loss and confusion emerge from the bottom of my heart]

【Then, you also understand that this is the price you pay】

"...Maybe I'm too tired to stay in the duty room all the time. Let's go hunting with Mordred this afternoon as planned."

"Well, please don't overwork yourself. Artoria and I are most concerned about your health."

Guinevere put her hands on Moran's shoulders.

Kneading it to relieve his fatigue.

Although she tried to be gentle and virtuous as a lover, she was unable to solve the fundamental problem.

There was sadness deep in those beautiful eyes.

“These government affairs…”

"I'll help you read it. Besides, Agguiwen can take care of it. Don't worry too much. If you feel tired, just take a rest."

"Ah, that sounds familiar. I think someone told me that before."

Moran couldn't help but sigh.

He himself knew where the problem lay.

Having Guinevere by my side at this critical moment is like finding nectar in the desert.

“Mordred also has good governing abilities.

She is not a queen, but she is still capable of handling political affairs. Although she seems unreliable, she often surprises people..."

"Do you want her to take over your position?"

"Maybe in the future. She's still a little immature right now, so I still need to think about it."

You put aside the government affairs that needed to be dealt with.

After that, you and Guinevere stopped talking about business and instead talked about everyday, seemingly random things.

[This time is very enjoyable]

Guinevere has a different quality from Altria. Her love is as delicate as flowing water.

[She is the ideal wife and mother]

[In the afternoon, you will go to the wilderness with Camelot as scheduled]

[It's called a hunting trip, but in reality, it's part of a campaign to exterminate the demonic beasts. Common beasts in Britain are extremely valuable these days.]

[In terms of numbers, common wild animals must be strictly controlled]

【Avoid the people's indiscriminate hunting】

[The consequences of excessive ecological damage are immeasurable. This is the decision you and Altria made.]

[World of Warcraft is special in this regard]

[They are born with hatred for humans, but due to their small numbers, they cannot pose a large-scale threat to humans.]

[Most monsters are hiding from humans]

[However, there will always be someone who will cause trouble]

[When ordinary people are unable to take action against the monsters, the Knights of the Round Table will be responsible for exorcising the monsters.]

[The monster you and Mordred are going to defeat]

[They are pests that destroyed the crops of the tenant farmers and once devoured human flesh. They are a danger that must be dealt with—]

【Warcraft. Magic Pig】

The size of the demon pig is like a two-story bungalow.

The fire burning in it is hatred for humans, and its sharp fangs are powerful enough to pierce through steel.

[The only knights present are you and Mordred]

This demon pig is also top-notch among Warcraft. I'm afraid there is only one reason why it was exposed to humans.

It has no more food to find.

Even though it fears and hates humans, it has no choice but to leave the forest and look for food to survive.

"Roar--!!"

[The demon pig roars deafeningly.]

[He aimed his fangs, like siege spears, at Mordred, and his hooves tore through the earth, ravaging it.]

[The next moment, it launched a charge]

[In the eyes of the demon pig, the white knight is as insignificant as a grain of rice, as if it could fall down with a gust of wind.]

[It sees the other party as the same human being who previously stopped it]

[It is an insignificant and weak existence]

However, this is a completely wrong idea.

"You bastard, stop being so arrogant!"

Mordred gripped both swords and fangs tightly.

She stands here like a city wall.

Even when he took the charge from the demonic pig, he remained unshaken, and a red electric current surged from the sword in his hand.

As she pushed forward.

All I heard was an extremely crisp clicking sound.

One of the demon pig's fangs and canine thorns was cut off, and blood was constantly spurting out of the cut.

In an instant, it woke up.

This knight was no mortal to be trampled upon; within her petite frame lay the brute strength of a dragon.

Chapter 141: The Rebellious Knight of Chastity [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

[The demon pig turns around and tries to escape]

[However, due to severe pain and panic, it chose the wrong route]

[There's another knight in the direction the demon pig chooses, standing there with a sword in hand, blocking its path.]

"Father! It's heading your way!"

[Mordred shouts]

[The corners of her mouth curled up slightly like a crescent moon, mocking the foolish choice made by the demon pig at this moment]

[That is a more threatening existence than her]

[The demon pig suddenly rushed towards the knight]

[However, Mordred couldn't help but frown slightly, confused by your lack of any intention to attack.]

【When the demon pig charges towards you】

Her heart felt like it was being clenched, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on her sword, trying to stop the boar charging towards her.

「——This is so abnormal.」

Just as the sharp fangs were about to charge, a glint of light flashed in your silent eyes, and several afterimages flashed before your eyes.

The dragon's majesty cannot be offended.

Even if it's just instinct, it's still the same.

Like a watermelon being cut into pieces, the demonic pig was torn apart on the spot without even a whimper.

[Blood gushed out]

[The demon pig was killed by your sword strike]

"Father! I knew a mere demonic pig couldn't hurt you! I was really scared just now!"

Mordred rushed to Moran.

Her worries still remain.

"Don't think too much, I was just thinking. However, even the monsters have run out of the forest. It seems that the food inside is not enough for them to eat..."

"The monster meat can't be wasted! Give some to the farmers. It will just help cover their losses."

You nodded in agreement, Mordred.

[Local civilians were killed by monsters, and some people's crops were destroyed by monsters. There's nothing wrong with giving them some as compensation.]

Britain's disaster gradually returns

[This situation is occurring almost everywhere, as if foreshadowing the return of the dark ages of the past.]

[On the other side, Mordred still has concerns]

She noticed something unusual during the battle.

You always manage to defeat your opponents with ease, using exquisite and effortless attacks to kill them in one fell swoop.

[Just now when dealing with the demon pig]

[You made several unusual moves]

[And, most of the power is redundant]

She felt like she was just realizing the existence of a demonic pig when it charged in front of her.

On the way home, Mordred couldn't ignore the feeling of disobedience.

She didn't ask you directly, but instead used a more chivalrous method to confirm it, namely, a sparring match with you.

You don't feel anything is wrong

Mordred and you often communicate with swords. Interactions like this between father and daughter are perfectly normal.

The collision of steel and iron continues to echo