My mother's love song

When Mordred heard Rhodes say his name, he felt a flash of genuine joy in his heart.

Of course, her reply was, "Humph...your real name is fine. I won't remember it. Your name is Dorako, a girly name. Haha! It really suits your girly face!"

"…Rod, huh."

Mordred chewed on the name, narrowing his eyes and smiling unconsciously.

"No, no, no! I'm not happy at all!"

She shook her head.

"That boy is a scum who deceived my father and had an affair behind my father's back!"

"And it would be fine if he just messed around, but he was so... guh."

Mordred recalled every detail of her intimacy with Rhodes, and her cute face suddenly flushed.

On several occasions, Mordred forgot his dignity as a Knight of the Round Table in the arms of the young man.

When Rhodes hugged him, Mordred felt like

Like becoming a real woman.

"……woman."

Knight Mordred is different from Lancelot and Tristan. She is not interested in women and has no deep impression of them.

The only woman the rebellious knight knew was

The great witch of Britain, Fairy Princess Morgan.

A woman who brought Mordred into the world as a tool.

The woman who gave her the [Helmet to Hide Infidelity].

A woman who hid in the shadows and used herself to destroy King Arthur.

Mordred hated Morgan more than anyone else.

A lascivious and cunning schemer.

A rotten, enchanting, and deadly poison.

Mordred gritted his teeth and said, "I...never want to become like my mother."

A strong [intuition] emerged in her heart: If Rhode continues to stay by her side, then at this rate... my father and I will definitely become vulgar Morgan [women].

“We must not let Rhodes stay with our father any longer.

When everything in Shengba is settled, I must kill him with my own hands.

Well~ But if that guy kneels down and kowtows to me and begs for mercy, I can spare his life."

Mordred puffed his cheeks and made his decision.

"But then again..."

The desert was very cool and pleasant at night, but Mordred suddenly felt hot all over after thinking of Rhodes.

why?

Even though I just briefly recalled the feeling of being hugged, I felt a little weird.

Two gorgeous red clouds climbed up Mordred's youthful and beautiful face.

The girl swallowed.

As her legs slowly closed, her slender fingers unconsciously slid down her abdomen...

"Hey, good evening! Xiao Mo!"

The hearty voice behind him made Mordred sit up straight.

"What...enemy attack? Who?!"

Mordred grabbed the royal sword Clarent that was placed aside and turned away angrily.

"It's me, Rod."

Not far away, a young man with blond hair and red eyes waved at her.

After having an in-depth exchange with the Chaldean girls and showing off in front of the Sun King, Rhodes set out on the journey back to the Holy City.

It can be said that there is no coincidence in the world, or it can be said that it was fate. When Rhodes was looking for a place to spend the night in the desert, he happened to see Mordred's guerrilla camp.

"evil……"

As soon as Mordred saw Rhodes' face, he immediately showed a disgusted expression as if he had eaten pepper.

The girl put the sword aside, pretended nothing had happened, and adjusted her sitting position slightly.

Taking advantage of Mordred's distraction, Rhodes came to the campfire and sat down less than half a meter away from her.

"Hey! Don't be so familiar with me! Who allowed you to sit next to me? Go away, find another place to camp for the night."

"Don't say that, Xiao Mo."

Rhodes picked up the skewers of meat that Mordred was grilling and started eating.

While eating, he said, "And you said I was very outgoing...Aren't you my woman now?"

"Ha... huh? We just had sex once, don't act like a boyfriend!"

Mordred's face flushed and he shouted in shame and anger.

Rhode held the skewer upright to his lips and said, "Keep your voice down. The camp of the Knights of Justice is not far away. It would be bad if they heard us."

"!"

Mordred looked at his subordinates in the distance, fortunately they didn't notice this side.

She pressed her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Rhodes say again.

"Besides, this happened more than once between us, right?"

"Gu... it's so noisy."

Mordred's cheeks grew hotter.

With her hands on her legs, the girl stared at Rhodes.

"Why are you in a place like this?"

Rod picked up a skewer of roasted pheasant meat from the campfire and said, "Of course it's work.

The Lion King is busy building an army of the Knights of Justice and preparing for the Tower of the End, so the final battle with the Sun King falls entirely on me.

Today I came to Egypt for a field trip. The trip is over and I am preparing to go back. Let's go back to the Holy City together tomorrow morning."

"Is that so... Humph, I thought you were a coward who would never leave Camelot."

"This is a huge misunderstanding, Sir Mordred."

Rhode smiled evilly: "If I don't leave Camelot, how can I go to your territory outside the Holy City to hug you?"

"...Alright, alright, enough with the dirty jokes. It's boring to keep telling them, right?"

Rhodes thought to himself: No, it's super interesting.

To be honest, chatting with Xiao Mo is a very relaxing experience, and the feedback I get when I tease her is also very interesting.

The Holy City is good in every way, except that it is a bit too dull in this apocalyptic environment.

The male Knights of the Round Table were all very old-fashioned. Even Rhode felt a little stressed when working with them.

Mordred knew he couldn't win the argument, so he sighed helplessly with his cheeks slightly red.

"You said it was a field trip, but are you alone? Where's the slave of the mountain leader that you kept in the city? Isn't she with you?"

"I'm the only one here. Are you talking about Hassan the Serene? She's not my slave. Don't talk nonsense." Rhodes paused and said, "I sent her back to the Saracen village."

"What?"

"So I let her go back to the village."

Mordred said excitedly: "What on earth are you thinking! That woman knows so much about the Holy City, how can you let her just leave like that?

What if that woman tells other Hassans or foreign magicians about the Holy City? "

"It's okay." Rhodes comforted him, "Quiet Hassan will never betray me."

Mordred smiled and said, "I see, you cast a spell on her that will make her unable to be betrayed?

I almost fell for your cute... no, ahem! I almost fell for your idiotic appearance.

What? You can actually use such dirty tricks! "

In response to Mordred's mocking praise, Rhodes just shook his head and said, "No, I didn't impose any restrictive contract on Serenity Hassan."

After working together to send King Hassan away happily, Rhodes felt that Quiet Hassan had shouldered too much.

So his last order to Poison Flower was: Do what you want to do.

On the one hand, he was considerate of her, but on the other hand, it was just a sudden impulse of Rhodes: he wanted to know what Quiet Hassan would do next.

Since he had already decided to let him go, Rhodes would naturally not cast a contract spell on Quiet Hassan that would restrict his freedom.

Mordred: "You... Tsk, I give in."

Noticing Mordred's sympathetic gaze as if he was looking at a fool, Rhodes said unhappily, "Why are you looking at me like that?

Xiao Mo, are you so worried that your father will lose to the bastard hiding in the mountains? "

"……whispering sound."

Rhode continued, "Besides, it's my freedom to decide how to deal with my slaves, right?"

"Didn't you just say that she is not your slave?" Mordred twitched his lips, "I don't care what happens next."

"By the way, do you trust that old man in the mountains that much?"

"Of course. Serenity Hassan may do anything, but he will never betray me. I have this confidence."

Rhodes said confidently.

At most, he would just assassinate one or two Knights of the Round Table. It cannot be considered a betrayal of me.

"Hmm, um~I see."

Mordred turned away, pretending to stare at the flickering bonfire, but in fact he was stealing glances at Rhodes out of the corner of his eyes.

She sat there, embarrassed by herself for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"what about me?"

"what?"

Mordred stroked his golden hair and said, "I mean, do you trust me as much as you trust Hassan?"

"Are you my slave like her?" Rhodes answered immediately.

The next moment, bang

Mordred's iron fist hit Rhodes' chest, knocking him several meters away.

"It hurts, it hurts... I'm just kidding."

Rod covered his heart and crawled back to Xiao Mo.

"Don't pretend, I didn't try hard at all."

Because the punch was thrown without using any magic power, I didn't feel any pain at all.

Sitting down again, Rhodes said with a serious expression: "I trust you too, Mordred."

"Why? You must know who I am, Mordred."

Mordred said gloomily, "I am a knight who rebelled against my biological father, King Arthur, simply because I was not promised the right to inherit the throne.

In the end, not only did he destroy everything his father had, but he also died on the sword rail with her.

Facing someone like me, you dare to say you trust me when you've only known me for over a month? There should be a limit to naivety!"

Ah, we have known each other for more than a month.

I've known you since I got you from the card pool using amulets a few years ago.

Of course, you can't say this to her, or she will think you're crazy.