In the anime, Kira Yoshikage longs for a peaceful life

Saber no longer objected after hearing this and nodded slightly.

"Saber, I need to remind you,"

Kira Yoshikage's expression was extremely serious. "The children he captured will definitely be transformed into a breeding ground for monsters. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I see!"

Saber took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"I won't be lenient!"

"It doesn't matter. If she can't do it, don't she still have me?"

Mordred said carelessly, "I'm not as fussy as she is. How can we tell the difference so clearly on the battlefield? He is a child, and I am also a woman, right? There is no reason for me to stand there and let him attack me!"

Saber also rarely refuted Mordred and just remained silent.

"Dong dong~!"

There was a knock on the meeting room door.

"Come in."

"Crack!"

After getting Kira Yoshikage's approval, Matou Sakura pushed open the door, poked her head out from the crack, and whispered:

"Kira-nii, and Airi-nii, Saber-nii, and berserker-nii, it's time for dinner."

Saber moved her feet subconsciously, but still looked at Kira Yoshikage with a questioning look.

"You go ahead."

Kira Yoshikage waved his hand.

Mordred smiled and picked up Sakura and placed her on his shoulders, admonishing her:

"You have to call me Sister Mordred, okay?"

"Okay, I understand, Sister Mordred."

"So good!"

Mordred hugged her and kissed her hard.

So cute!

No wonder Matou Kariya risked his life to save her.

Kira Yoshikage walked up to Irisviel, who was still in a daze, and asked calmly:

"What are you thinking?"

"I wonder if Kira-kun could be Mordred's 'mother', the legendary demon concubine Morgan."

Irisviel answered subconsciously, but she came to her senses the next second and stood up with a cry of surprise, “Huh?!”

Alice lowered her head with a red face. Was this considered speaking ill of someone in person?

And she was saying bad things about her own husband... Well, this is really rude!

But we can't blame her entirely, right?

She was really curious about what role Kira-kun played in Britain!

"Why don't you say I'm Guinevere?"

Kira Yoshikage said unhappily.

"Yes!"

Irisviel suddenly realized what was going on, but quickly covered it up in a panic, "No, that's not right..."

Compared to the enchanting concubine Morgan, she does look more like Guinevere.

After all, the legendary Mordred didn't have a good relationship with his mother Morgan, but if it was a 'stepmother', maybe the relationship would be closer.

"Isn't that right? Don't you know yet?"

Kira Yoshikage held the girl's small hand, held the girl in his arms, bit the girl's crystal earlobe and whispered softly.

"Hmm~"

The girl's cheeks flushed, and Kira Yoshikage pulled her hand downwards, "Do we want to stay here? They are still waiting for us..."

"It's okay, it will be quick."

"Hmm~ You always say that, but it always takes so long..."

Looking at the girl's resentful eyes, Kira Yoshikage asked seriously:

"Isn't it because you didn't work hard enough? Why don't you reflect on yourself?"

The CPU in Irisviel's brain is a little malfunctioning, is that right?

Chapter 230 Mordred: I'll just take it as a compliment from you!

The battle ended soon.

Irisviel returned downstairs and was about to enjoy dinner with Saber and Berserker, the father and daughter, who had been eating for more than half an hour. But just as she arrived at the restaurant, she suddenly felt a strong throbbing in her chest, causing her whole body to tense up.

The enchantments of this castle and this forest are all under her control and directly connected to her magic circuits. Whenever an enemy invades, her magic circuits will vibrate repeatedly and strongly.

That's an alert.

Saber, who noticed Irisviel’s abnormality, raised her head and, in keeping with the principle of not wasting anything, swallowed the remaining roast meat on the plate in big mouthfuls. Her voice was a little unclear:

"Are you here already?"

"Then let us go!"

Mordred held high the fork with the sausage on it, his eyes flashing with desire and excitement for the battle.

"Brother Kira, Sister Airi, Hisui and I will go get the crystal ball!"

Amber, who was sitting on the carpet playing chess, immediately raised her hand and ran upstairs with her sister. After a while, she brought the crystal ball from the conference room and handed it to Irisviel.

"Thank you Amber, and Jade, you're so good."

Irisviel smiled and ruffled the two sisters' hair, then displayed the image captured by the barrier on the crystal ball.

The intruder was wearing dark robes, and there was an ominous evil aura swaying from his clothes. There are also patterns on the clothes that are dyed red, as if stained with blood, looming in the jungle.

There was a group of children following behind him, a total of 12 people, all of whom looked like underage elementary school students.

They all had dull eyes, as if they were sleepwalking, staggering along with Caster as he wandered aimlessly through the forest.

"Is that Caster?"

Irisviel whispered.

The range of the magic of Clairvoyance is very wide, but the diameter of the barrier that can actually be used for defense is only five kilometers. Caster obviously saw through this and never really entered the range of the barrier, but just wandered around the edge of the barrier.

"Your Highness the Saint!"

Caster's beast-like eyes suddenly looked up, staring straight at Irisviel through the crystal ball, his tone extremely fanatical:

"You have defeated the false creature created by the false god. Please allow me to offer you the most noble ceremony!"

“Saber.”

Kira Yoshikage called out when he saw Saber staring at the group of children behind Caster.

"call!"

Saber took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

“Please give the order, Irisviel!”

Irisviel looked at the children behind Caster who were about the same age as Illya, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, but she still gave the order firmly:

"Then, Saber, Berserker, defeat Caster. Show no mercy!"

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When Saber, who was flying like a gust of wind, appeared outside the barrier, Caster immediately lowered his head, knelt on the muddy ground like a subject meeting the king, and said respectfully:

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, Your Highness the Saint!"

"I don't have a fellow like you among my subjects!"

Sabe's tone was extremely cold, and he had no intention of arguing with him at all, and he simply drew his sword.

"how come?!"

Caster's already bulging eyes grew even bigger, and he grabbed his hair frantically, whimpering like a dying beast:

“Oh, wow, wow…”

"It's me! I am your most loyal servant, Gilles de Res! I have been looking forward to your resurrection and the day when I can meet you again. I came here for this purpose. Joan of Arc!"

Saber had nothing to say, nor did she have the heart to listen to Caster's long speech.

She wanted to chop Caster in two with one sword, and without a moment's hesitation, she took a step towards Caster.

Caster also sensed the murderous intent from Saber's footsteps, stopped his sobbing, and suddenly reached out to grab a boy's skull, holding him in front of him like a hostage.

"Oh, Joan of Arc, your eyes are so beautiful when they are burning with anger!"

Caster looked up, tears of emotion flowing from his eyes, "Do you hate me so much? You even refuse to admit that I was once your subject. Yes, you should hate me. I betrayed God's kindness, and you will never forgive me. You are more pious to God than anyone else!

"As holy as you are, I'm sure you won't abandon these children, right?"

Caster gently stroked the boy's skull while removing the charm magic he had cast on him.

The boy's eyes changed from brief confusion to fear. When he realized that he was caught by a strange man, he began to struggle hard, crying and trying to seek help from the girl who looked more gentle.

"Big sister, big sister, save me!"

"Go, child, the faithful followers of God will save you."

Caster said in a compassionate tone, letting go of the boy's skull and gently pushing his back, pushing him towards Saber who was coming with a sword.

The young child seemed to understand that the blond girl rushing towards him was his savior, and he cried and opened his arms to try to hug the girl.

A happy and kind smile appeared on Caster's face. The Saint would save him, just like she had saved France.

The holy girl would put down her sword, hug the frightened boy and comfort him gently.

By then, he will tell the Saint what is...

Caster's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the red sword slashed across the boy's head, blood gushed out, and the little body fell into a pool of blood.

This action was completely unexpected to Caster, and his smile froze.

The black-armored knight suddenly appeared beside Saber and kicked the headless corpse into the distant forest.

"She will sympathize with you, but I won't!"

Mordred ran towards Caster from the other side with wild laughter. As planned in advance, she would clear all obstacles for her father!

But soon, Caster's smile became brighter and his voice more excited;

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, that's it! Saint, please abandon that false God and embrace blasphemy with me! Ah, two saints! Saints who have devoted themselves to God, saints who have seen through the hypocrisy of God. There is nothing fake at all, they are all real! You are all my saints!"

Saber's pretty face was cold and she neither rebuked Mordred's behavior nor was she shaken by Caster's words.

Once on the battlefield, her heart will become a sword.

A sword that is extremely sharp and honed to a shining light.

A sharp sword without any confusion.

this distance.

It wouldn't even take a second for her to chop off his head!

"Please forgive my impertinence, holy virgin!"

But Caster obviously guessed what she wanted to do. He stepped back gracefully while touching his chest and opening his arms. He was extremely enthusiastic. "This is the ceremony I prepared for you... for all of you!"

Snapped! Bang bang!

In just a moment, the tiny bodies of the eleven children who came in front of him exploded into two at the same time as he retreated.

But what spurted out of their bodies was not red blood, but black tentacles as thick as human arms!