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

[The only person accompanying her is Bedivere]

Although Altria did not raise any suspicions when she met Mordred, Secretary Bedivere intuitively had a bad feeling.

He was wary of Mordred.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong..."

Bedivere reached out to stop Altria.

The two of them were ten meters away from Mordred.

The reason is simple.

Mordred now held the sword and faced Artoria as if he was facing an enemy.

"King Arthur, answer me—what does Britain's guardian dragon mean to you?!"

"Sir Mordred... why are you...?"

Altria's beautiful eyes narrowed.

She didn't know how Mordred knew this.

Although Mordred and Moran were close, she didn't think Moran would tell her something like this.

Could it be that there is something going on between Moran and him?

Isn't this what I thought was a master-disciple relationship?!

"Mordred! You passed!"

Bedivere stood up and scolded.

As the king's secretary, he couldn't bear to see the king being offended, let alone being pointed at by Mordred with a sword.

He raised his sword to the king who had sworn allegiance to him.

What a disrespectful thing this is.

"King of Knights! Answer me! Do you really think that Britain is more important than him?!"

"Back off! Mordred! Do you know what it means to be disrespectful to His Majesty like this? Have you forgotten the ethics of chivalry?!"

"Get lost! I'm looking for King Arthur! Not you, the gigolo who plays the top student all day long!"

Mordred was furious all the way.

Now, seeing Bedivere standing in front of her, she could no longer control the anger in her heart.

She raised her hand and released red thunder.

The dragon factor in the body generated magic power at a high speed, and dozens of thunders rushed towards Bedivere like pythons.

"Well!"

Bedivere is just an ordinary person.

He is not as mysterious as the other Knights of the Round Table, and is almost an ordinary mortal in the Round Table.

Let him face the angry Tyrannosaurus Rex, Mordred.

The result is also obvious.

"Sir Bedivere!"

Altria came back to her senses.

She swung her holy sword and used the breath of stars to fight against the thunder.

The two energies collide with each other and generate heat.

The scorching wave burned the surrounding grass to ashes, and Bedivere was swept away with it.

He was knocked unconscious by the explosion.

At this moment, there was no one on the field to stop the two.

"The annoying guy is gone. King Arthur, do you still want to avoid my questions? Today, you must give me an answer!"

"Sir Mordred, Moran is more important to me than Britain. Everything I do now is to save him. Where does your anger come from now?"

"Ha! Hahahaha! This is speechless! King Arthur, the perfect king, the world praises you so much! It seems to me that now you can't even see the truth! You are nothing but a foolish king!"

Mordred's hostility grew stronger.

The rage kept overflowing. She had never felt so angry since she was born.

If it weren’t for the woman in front of me.

If my father had not fallen in love with her, he would not have suffered such pain in Britain.

"Sir Mordred, what exactly do you want to say?"

"If my father were not so weak and suffering, I would be happy even if I had to wear this helmet forever and become just a shadow following him.

But, he who could not age, aged! How could I watch him fade away! How could I continue to watch him suffer like that...!

Mordred shouted, suppressing his emotions.

It was like pouring out the resentment that had been brewing for a long time, and there was also a sadness as big as a tsunami.

"Your father...?"

Altria frowned.

She had never heard that Mordred had a father.

"Arthur, you know his pain so well! And yet you still built your country on his suffering! What kind of perfect king are you?

This damned Britain is doomed to destruction! Damn humanity! All of this—I will destroy it all without leaving a single one!"

Beneath his helmet, the rebellious knight's emotions burst forth.

She roared with hatred.

To Artoria, all this looked like a man, Vortigern, who had devoured the light of Britain.

"Sir Mordred, I cannot understand your madness, nor do I know who the father you are talking about is. If you wish to destroy what I have always pursued, then I can only regard you as an enemy!"

Altria looked at Mordred with a stern expression.

She took a stance, holding the holy sword.

Chapter 145: The Cursed Truth [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

[The rebellious knight and King Arthur fight fiercely]

[Mordred has the blood of Albion and Morgan's fairy blood in her body. The mysterious bonus of the two Britains makes her existence concept surpass that of the Red Dragon.]

[Because she is a mixed-blood, although she holds some of Albion's blood, she has not been rejected by the world.]

[Morgan's blood, as the lord of the island, plays a vital role for Mordred]

"King Arthur! I will not kill you! I will use the power I learned from my father! After defeating you, I will destroy Britain!"

The principle of Mordred's actions is actually very simple.

That's acting for Moran.

[She actually doesn't hate Altria deeply, her feelings are more of resentment]

If you want to destroy Britain

[Then we must confront this ideal king]

[The other party will definitely become an enemy]

It was impossible for her to not resent Altria. Knowing that she loved him, yet he still made his lover suffer. To her, this was like smearing feces on a gemstone. It was unbearable.

[However, the rebellious knight never thought]

[It's not that Altria wanted to choose this way, but there was no such thing as a choice from the beginning.]

[Altria is simply trying to act in a way that she believes is most likely to save her lover.]

[They are both right]

【It’s just that fate is too cruel】

The rebellious knight, consumed by rage, has lost his mind, while the Knight King, bewildered, parries the attack.

"Arrogant! I have protected Britain for twenty years!

We are only a few steps away from stabilizing it, how can we stop because of your madness!"

[Altria shouted with the force of a tearing silk]

The Holy Sword's light was so powerful it could burn the retina, striking back with a force no less powerful than red lightning.

[Although Mordred is stronger in concept]

[But Artoria has been on the battlefield for twenty years and has never been defeated in a single battle.]

[She is regarded as the king of victory by the world]

[Mordred, who has only recently become a knight, has far more experience]

"not good!"

Mordred split the heat stream of light.

Her excessive movement caused the middle door to open wide.

The next second, Altria's sword pointed at Mordred, about to pierce her chest.

“Goooooooooooooooooooo!!”

Mordred kicked out in a moment of urgency.

The kick hit Altria's shoulder.

At the same time, she rolled over backwards.

He spun in the air like a carp flipping over, avoiding the greatest damage at an extremely dangerous level.

Click——! !

The crisp sound of crumbling metal echoed.

Although Mordred dodged the sword that was aimed at the door, the holy sword still cut through her helmet.

Like a bursting watermelon.

The helmet that Mordred had been using to hide his face was shattered into pieces by Altria's sudden attack.

"How, could it be——"

Altria's eyes widened.

Her delicate body trembled subconsciously.

The knight in front of her was so different from what she had imagined. No, he was not even a man.

"What's the matter, King Arthur? Are you surprised by my appearance? Aren't you a woman too? There's no need to be so surprised, right?"

"No, Mordred, who are you?!"

"Who am I? At this point! Does it even matter!?"

Mordred rushed forward again.

Altria, in shock, quickly fought back.

The swords collided, and as he looked closely at a face that looked just like his own, the strange feeling lingering in his heart could not be shaken off.

"——Is that Morgan!?"

"Oh? You can still guess it."

[Mordred grins]

[Her attack is as fierce as a waterfall]

As Artoria dealt with the attack, a storm of thoughts raced through her mind. She initially considered the only person capable of such a feat, her ever-unpredictable sister.

[Double-track thinking makes Altria unable to cope. Being distracted during a battle is extremely inappropriate.]