I really didn't want to burn it.

Perhaps it was the sense of crisis caused by the distrust of his subordinates when he ascended the throne that made Mordred so eager to prove his abilities as soon as possible.

As luck would have it, just as Mordred ascended the throne, their old rival, the Roman Empire, also had a new emperor named Nero.

Mordred didn't care at all why the emperor shared the same name as a Roman tyrant from hundreds of years ago—it's not uncommon for Westerners to use the names of their ancestors, anyway. What she cared about was that Emperor Nero launched a war against the British Gauls immediately after ascending to the throne.

How could Mordred tolerate this?

Since Britain conquered France under the leadership of its former prime minister Leon and renamed it Gaul, this region has become an important grain and tax-producing area for Britain.

Similarly, the Romans on the other side could not tolerate their Gaul region being occupied by the British barbarians.

Then a magical scene unfolded: Britain and Rome were banging their fists on the table, and poor Gaul (France) was that table.

In this situation, France really wanted to surrender with a military salute, but neither side in the argument had considered its feelings.

Soon, a series of conflicts between the two sides began to escalate, even to the point of war.

However, Mordred realized something was wrong once the two sides started fighting.

The Roman army, which she had previously considered weak and ineffective, had been transformed and was even able to hold its own against the British army, which was a source of great pride.

You should know that in King Arthur's time, the Roman army was like tissue paper. The British used it to blow their noses or wipe their bottoms whenever they wanted.

Mordred originally only wanted to establish his authority in Rome, but he didn't want to take on a tough opponent when his position was still unstable.

Thus, her meeting with the Roman envoy took place.

Mordred hoped to probe the Romans' bottom line through his interactions with the envoys, and then formulate a plan against Rome.

As long as Rome can guarantee Britain's interests in Gaul, it's not unreasonable for Mordred to make appropriate concessions.

The prime minister who made Mordred grit her teeth once said that war is a continuation of politics, politics is the end, and war is merely the means.

If Mordred could negotiate an agreement with Rome that would benefit Britain, he could also establish prestige domestically.

Unfortunately, the communication between the two sides was very difficult from the very beginning.

The Roman envoy's arrogant attitude led to a stalemate in the negotiations from the outset.

The other person's arrogant and disdainful tone was practically an insult to Mordred, calling her a barbarian.

"Say it again? What's this cat's name?!"

Mordred pointed at a kitten and glared at the Roman envoy with murderous eyes.

"This lion is a gift from my emperor to you," the Roman envoy said with great certainty. "His Majesty the emperor saw that you liked the Gaul region very much, so he specially gave it a lovely name in French, Coctte."

Mordred glared at the Roman envoy with murderous intent, her teeth chattering.

The word "coctte" means "little baby" in French, but in English it refers to women who do special jobs.

There is no doubt that the Romans chose this name to insult her.

What's even more infuriating is that the other party sent a female cat, but insisted on calling it a male lion.

This was not only an insult to Mordred, but also an insult to her most beloved father, King Arthur.

"You—go down and rest first."

Mordred's face was ashen. She forcefully suppressed the urge to kick the other person out and, in a trembling voice, ordered someone to take the other person to rest.

"Bastard! Shit! Li Ang!"

After the Roman envoy left, Mordred roared through gritted teeth, her beautiful face, which resembled King Arthur's, filled with rage.

"Mordred, I must remind you. Leon is not an swear word."

The current British Prime Minister, Agcuvin, offered a serious reminder.

"Hmph, it's not an insult, but he's a complete bastard!"

Mordred disregarded her image and launched into a tirade of insults at Li Ang from afar.

In any case, Mordred doesn't need to maintain a ladylike image or a kingly demeanor in front of her half-brother Agraven.

"You better not let me catch you before my father finds you! Otherwise, I'll make you regret ever being born!"

"And my father is a complete bastard! He left the whole country to me and then went off to find another man!"

"One, two, they're both big bastards!"

Agravan frowned, listening quietly to Mordred's profanities, his long-suffering stomach throbbing with pain once again.

Whether it's King Arthur or Mordred now, neither of these two—father or daughter—is easy to deal with; they're both capable of causing trouble.

King Arthur had originally abdicated in favor of Mordred, and Agrave thought things would be easier for him, but...

Senior Li Ang must have seen through this, which is why he kicked off his attack and ran away.

Agraven looked up at the ceiling, imagining Li Ang grinning at him, adding, "Agraven, I don't want to be prime minister anymore, you take over!"

"Seriously... I'm the one who wants to swear."

Agguiwen sighed softly.

"I swear, once I catch Li Ang, I'll lock him up with a room full of documents! He's not allowed to come out until everything is dealt with!"

After a storm of roars, Mordred finally calmed down a little and, trembling, announced the punishment for Leon.

"I agree with that."

Agguiwen smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Your expression is disgusting."

Mordred said with disdain.

"...It really hurts me to hear your brother say that."

Agguiwen's face instantly turned sour again.

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PS1: France first became an independent country around 481, when the Frankish Kingdom first emerged.

The Arthurian era is generally believed to have been around 500 AD, a time when France had already broken away from Rome.

However, during Nero's reign, the French region still belonged to Rome.

So... ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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PS2: "Coctte" is a reference to the intangible cultural heritage of humanity, "Yes, Prime Minister." Since Mimi-chan, a poor student with limited knowledge, has never passed English since middle school, she can only borrow existing references when trying to write a foreign language vocabulary reference. _(:з」∠)_

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PS3: In the previous chapter, regarding the inscription on the Sword in the Stone, Mi-chan changed "England" to "Britain".

When I wrote about England before, it was in a book that Mimi-chan read that said so. But after thinking about it, I feel that with Type-Moon as the setting, plus the setting of this book, it would be more appropriate to use Britain.

Actually, there's not much difference; everyone just needs to know that it refers to the same place.

However, judging from the post, it seems no one cares. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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Agguwen rubbed his stomach discreetly and asked softly.

"What do you intend to do with that envoy?"

Mordred clenched his fists tightly to express his anger.

Although he desperately wanted to tear this guy who looked down on Britain to pieces, Little Mordred, now the king, had to forcibly suppress this urge.

The other side's provocation suggests they were already prepared to die, and Rome probably hoped their representative would sacrifice himself for the country, thus escalating the war with Britain.

The more your enemy wants you to do something, the less you should do it. Mordred wouldn't be foolish enough to let her enemy lead her by the nose.

"Treat him with normal courtesy, without being overly polite, but don't lose the British style."

Mordred gave the order angrily.

“I understand.” Agravan nodded. “Then what should we do with the cat?”

"Um……"

Mordred originally wanted to suggest feeding it to the kitchen as an extra dish for dinner, but looking at the kitten's pitiful eyes, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Any of you who are interested can take it home and raise it."

Mordred waved his hand, indicating that Agraven could leave.

"I know."

.........

Agraven returned to his room with a stack of documents, and casually tossed the little tabby cat to his brother Gawain.

As soon as he entered, Agukwen heard someone calling his name.

"You're back, Lord Agraviwen. How is Mordred doing?"

A blonde woman sitting at Agravan's desk asked him a question.

This woman has a similar appearance to Mordred, and in every aspect, from her temperament to her mature attire, she completely outshines Mordred, who is still a young girl.

Especially their figures; the difference between the two is like the difference between a mountain peak and a flat plain. Even if Xiao Mo's breasts and buttocks were to triple in size, she still wouldn't be able to compare to this woman.

"king."

Agravan was not at all surprised to see the blonde beauty in his room, and instead bowed respectfully to her.

It's hard to believe that the abdicated Artoria didn't travel around Britain looking for a man as she claimed, but instead remained in the royal city.

"Lord Agricole, did Mordred get into an argument with the Roman envoy?"

Artoria, holding the teacup in both hands, asked in a gentle voice.

Agguwen answered truthfully: "She really wanted to do it, but she held back."

Hearing that Mordred wasn't angry, Artoria nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, that child is becoming more and more mature."

The so-called "wandering the world" was just an excuse for Artoria. Her purpose from the beginning was to step back and test Mordred's ability to become a qualified king through actual observation.

If Mordred performs exceptionally well, there's nothing to worry about. But if that girl gets into serious trouble, Artoria can come to the rescue in time.

Of course, in order to create the illusion that she is wandering around Britain, Artoria will occasionally ride out to punish evildoers and cosplay as Lord Wayne.

As for finding a certain man, Artoria wasn't stupid; one person couldn't compare to a country's intelligence network.

Artoria had already spoken to Agravan, and all information about Leon should be reviewed by her first before being handed over to Mordred.

What could Agguven do but comply with his king's capricious demands?

He had already learned his lesson; it would only make his stomach hurt more, and since he couldn't resist anyway, he might as well just accept it.

Sure enough, Artoria's second topic was related to Li Ang.

"Any news about that man?"

"No, he seems to have vanished into thin air. There's no trace of him even in the fairy kingdom."

Agravan replied matter-of-factly, “I suspect he may no longer be in Britain.”

"You mean... Rome?"

Artoria frowned slightly, her already aloof expression becoming even colder.

“That possibility cannot be ruled out,” Agguivin replied. “Since he wants to avoid you, going to an enemy country is the simplest way.”

Artoria certainly didn't want to believe that Leon would betray his country, but it wasn't impossible that he was hiding from her.

"Honestly, that guy is so childish. All he said was that he liked Guinevere's type, did he have to run away like that?"

Artoria muttered under her breath, "Since I can marry four wives anyway, I don't mind bringing Guinevere along..."

Agravan raised an eyebrow at the former king's inappropriate remarks, pretending not to hear them.

“Yes, Lord Agguiwen,” Artoria instructed, “when the Roman envoy returns, send someone to Rome to inquire about Leon’s situation.”

"I know."

Agrave bowed slightly and said the same words he had said to Mordred to Artoria.