Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　He didn't know why Tristan, who had always been smart and brave, made such a hasty mistake.But he knew clearly that a Knight of the Round Table could never be allowed to die in such a battlefield.

　　As long as Tristan doesn't die, the King of Knights still has room to maneuver.

　　If Tristan dies, whoever has been implicated in this matter will be counted as one, and no one should try to absolve him of responsibility.

　　however--

　　"Don't worry, Lord Tristan will be fine."

　　Looking at Bedwell, whose face was full of anxiety, Mordred's face showed a rather relaxed expression.

　　to be frank.

　　Mordred was not surprised that Tristan was able to guess that Vortigern was actually his own.

　　After all, Votigeng's performance in this wave is really too much.

　　As long as you are not a fool, you can see that there is a huge problem in this.

　　And Tristan is a person with a delicate mind, and he can deduce the truth from any clues.

　　However, what Mordred never expected was.

　　After seeing this truth, Tristan was able to act so brave.

　　Directly lead all his men and horses into the Saxon encirclement, and then write a letter of help to himself calmly...

　　"Should I say he is confident, or should I thank him for his trust in me?"

　　Mordred raised his head and thought with a smile.

　　However, forget it.

　　None of this matters.

　　What really matters is that now Vortigern and Tristan have set the stage for him.

　　But now, it's time for him, the real protagonist, to debut and save the world:

　　"Somersault Cloud!!!"

　　……

　　Southwestern British Isle, Kingdom of Wales.

　　This is the most western territory of the British Isle, with the ocean (bcef) behind it.

　　The Saxons who have retreated here have no way out.

　　What's interesting is that at the very beginning, the Saxons actually used this place as a springboard to land on the British Isle.

　　That was the beginning of the fifth century AD.

　　At the time, the British coast was infested by the Picts.Caused the Roman nobles who ruled the area to be troubled.

　　Therefore, they hired the Angles and Saxons among the Germans to help with the defense, intending to use brute force to control the brute.

　　However, what they never expected was that these foreign soldiers suddenly rebelled and began to attack the Roman aristocracy.

　　Thus, the prelude to the Saxon invasion of the British Isles was opened.

　　As for what Vortigern incurs in these Saxons... that's all about the end of the fifth century.

　　And now.

　　Kingdom of Wales, in the Royal Palace.

　　There were only two figures in the huge palace.

　　Sitting on the throne, Votigeng waited quietly for the last moment in a very leisurely manner.

　　In front of her, another woman with an indifferent expression stood there quietly, staring at the White Dragon King who should have died long ago with a very complicated look.

　　And at the very end-

　　"king."

　　After all, she still couldn't bear the fear and anxiety in her heart, and asked:

　　"Are you the god of death who returned from hell?"

　　"Why do you say that?"

　　Votigeng opened his eyes and asked in a lukewarm tone.

　　If there are outsiders here, they will definitely find that the two people in this hall are so similar.

　　From the tone of voice to the attitude of speaking, to the expression on his face, it is like being carved out of a mold.

　　"If not...why are you leading us down a dead end?"

　　The woman continued to ask in a very indifferent voice - only those who knew her well could see how excited she was from her changing eyes.

　　And there was no doubt that Vortigern was the one who knew her well.

　　After all, the woman in front of her was brought up by herself, nurtured by herself, and directly designated as her successor.

　　It's just, a little bit regretful, that's all in the past.

　　And now-

　　"Tina, I can understand your concern."

　　"But, I hope you understand."

　　"You are in hell now."

　　'.

Chapter 131

　　The next day.

　　Sunny weather.

　　The sun hangs in the sky, and selflessly shares its light and heat to all beings on the ground, so that they can enjoy the grace called "life".

　　This is of course a very beautiful thing.

　　However, in the Kingdom of Wales - the walls of the royal city.

　　The girl named Tina tried to reach out, but unexpectedly found that there seemed to be an invisible film in the sky, blocking all the sunlight that symbolized light and beauty - outside.

　　At this moment, there is only endless despair and terror shrouded in the Welsh King City.

　　"Then...what is it?"

　　Tina watched with her own eyes, a young man who jumped from the golden cloud, holding a giant sword, slaughtered the Quartet in their army, as if in a no-man's land.

　　Of course, if that's all there is to it, there's nothing to fear.

　　After all, the Saxons were not beaten for a day or two.

　　Whether it is the so-called King of Knights, or other knights of the round table - in the years of fighting, the Saxons have mastered enough experience in beatings.

　　Therefore, if the enemy only has this level, it is far from destroying their fighting spirit.

　　Even, to a certain extent, the stronger the enemy, the more courage they will be able to resist.

　　After all, they are fighting for survival, and there is no way out.

　　They can only fight to the death at this time.

　　In fact, before this, Tina also designed it this way.

　　She intends to let the Saxons firmly occupy the Kingdom of Wales, for a year or two of living space.

　　As for what they will do after a year or two... that is naturally up to fate.

　　But now.

　　When Mordred, wielding Frostmourne, transformed a dead Saxon warrior into undead and made them stand up again.But Tina understood this fact:

　　"demon--"

　　With her mouth open, she cursed Mordred who was playing with the souls of the dead with the most vicious words.

　　"He's a real devil!"

　　Tina wailed in despair.

　　At this moment, she finally understood the true meaning of Votigeng's sentence "You are in hell now".

　　It is more understandable that it should be Votigeng, who should have died a long time ago, why he was able to climb out of hell and lead them to victory after victory without any meaning.

　　But now, these awakenings of Tina have no meaning anymore.

　　And after an hour.

　　When Mordred, who wielded Frostmourne, successfully turned the disadvantage in numbers into an advantage in numbers.