Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Christina wanted to run too, but she was a slave and couldn't run away.

　　Therefore, he can only do some dirty work such as [excessive name], [registration], [warehousing] and so on.

　　But fortunately, Mordred is still particular about it.

　　He specially arranged two soldiers for Christina to help her carry the property that was about to be recorded in the royal family.In order to prevent this tall Yanma from being exhausted for bearing the unbearable weight of life.

　　Correspondingly, the farmers who came to return the potatoes greeted Mordred with a smile.

　　"His Royal Highness—has become even more handsome!"

　　Someone came over and wanted to try to be polite with Mordred - but what they got was Mordred's rolling eyes and a vulgar sentence:

　　"fart!"

　　"I've always been so handsome!"

　　There were also people who wanted to give Mordred some more potatoes to show their gratitude to him.

　　But it was categorically rejected by Mordred:

　　"Bah, who do you think I am?"

　　"You want to tempt me with (bcef) this little potato and make me degenerate? You are too contemptuous of others."

　　Some people turned around immediately after putting down the potatoes, wanting to leave silently in a way that bowed their heads and said nothing.

　　But he was caught by Mordred accurately and stopped this somewhat familiar man——

　　"Hey, yes, say you, don't go."

　　"Didn't you say you wanted to find me a beautiful big sister with two ponytails? Where's the person? I've been waiting."

　　"..."

　　The man looked back at Mordred with a very frightened expression on his face.

　　Then, he curled his lips as much as he could, letting Mordred notice the CC who was standing not far from him and had been staring at this side.

　　Then, he just fled without caring about anything.

　　But it made the people around the theater laugh out loud.

　　Everyone knows that CC is the future princess, and is destined to be the future princess Camelot.

　　But, what does that matter.

　　Anyway, the current Mordred has not officially married CC - to use a cliché, that is, "everything is possible".

　　Of course, it's not possible and it doesn't matter.

　　Just gossip.

　　For these Camelot people who have basically solved their survival needs, the gossip of the royal family is destined to become a new demand that they are constantly pursuing.

　　It's just that they never thought about it.

　　The "gossip" in their eyes is just the gossip that the royal family wants them to see.

　　And those real secrets hidden in the deep palace can only be buried deep in the darkness that will never see the sun, and will never be known.

　　……

　　Night falls.

　　In Camelot's government affairs, the bright lights were lit again.

　　Arturia corrected the memorial in silence.

　　Speaking of which, she had already been freed some time ago.

　　However, just because Mordred went abroad to make such a scene, most of the southern part of the British Island was directly included in the territory of Camelot.

　　But it made Artoria's workload doubled again.

　　Thanks to her perseverance for many years, Arturia had already developed the habit of staying up all night without taking any rest.

　　Otherwise, this huge workload is enough to drive a normal person crazy.

　　Or is it that Arturia has already gone mad?

　　"Wang is not a normal person."

　　Arturia tapped the table with her fingers, but a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face.

　　She frowned slightly, looking at the information in her hand.

　　This was the information from Lammarok who had gone to France.

　　In this information, Lan Malok introduced in detail how many difficulties he encountered, how many difficulties he solved, what he did, and how many people successfully believed in the existence of the King of Knights...

　　All of the above are not really important, Arturia just swept away.

　　What really caught Arturia's attention was the last sentence in this information:

　　"Wang, I heard a rumor from a bishop here."

　　"It is said that the Holy Grail of the Lord was once brought to the British Isles by a saint."

　　"If only I could find it."

　　Lanmalock sighed and wrote - for him, this may just be a whimsical suggestion.

　　Not even a suggestion.

　　Such a groundless thing, people generally call it [daydreaming].

　　But it gave Arturia a wake-up call.

　　"If the Holy Grail really exists... can it make the mystery of this land no longer pass away?"

　　Artoria thought in a whimsical way.

　　She knew it was a bad idea - but when the idea rose from her mind, it was like a seed, deeply rooted in her brain and lingering no matter what.

　　And it was at this time that Artoria suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

　　This is the sound of Mordred's footsteps.

　　"Father, it's time to eat."

　　Mordred, who was holding a serving of mashed potatoes, said to Arturia with a smile. .

Chapter 146

　　On the surface, this is just a simple mashed potato.

　　But when Mordred put the potatoes on the table, Arturia saw the extraordinaryness of the mashed potatoes at a glance.

　　The warm yellow mashed potatoes exude an aroma that only fresh potatoes can deliver.The salt and pepper spread evenly over the mashed potatoes can be called the finishing touch.

　　A layer of amber grease stained the surface of the mashed potatoes, Arturia looked carefully and found some traces of minced meat.

　　The aroma of potatoes is mixed with the aroma of meat, but it is directly shocking and increases appetite.

　　Here, Arturia had to admit.As far as the craftsmanship of making mashed potatoes is concerned, Mordred can indeed be regarded as one of the best in the world.

　　At least much stronger than that Sun Knight.

　　But even so, Artoria still had no plans to taste this mashed potato.

　　"Put it here first."

　　She responded lightly, and then continued to focus on the parchment on the table~.

　　From beginning to end, she didn't even look at Mordre-de.

　　She was angry—even though she knew it wasn't right to be angry, it wasn't rational at all.

　　But she still couldn't hold back the urge to slap Mordred in her heart.

　　Therefore, she can only divert her attention by "ignoring" Mordred in this way.

　　However - how long can such neglect last?

　　"Father, please eat immediately."

　　Hearing Arturia's almost [expulsion] order, Mordred not only remained indifferent, but even went a step further and stretched out his hands to push the mashed potatoes in front of Arturia.

　　This time, Arturia didn't want to look at Mordred anymore.

　　"I'll eat it later."

　　She raised her head, looked at Mordred's face, and said very calmly.

　　What surprised her was that Mordred, who had always been "obedient", did not back down here.

　　He just stood beside Arturia and asked in a tone that was almost pathetic:

　　"Father."

　　"Between us father and son... have we already suspected this much?"

　　"..."

　　This was a question that Arturia could not answer.

　　She wanted to tell Mordred that this claim was simply not true.

　　Because from the very beginning, she had been extremely wary of Mordred.

　　Although later, Mordred won a lot of favor with Artoria through his actions, and Artoria once thought that he was a successor who could entrust the future of the kingdom.

　　But the absurd things Mordred did abroad and the "answer" he made to her in the triumphal ceremony completely broke Arturia's heart.

　　At this moment, she no longer has any doubts - Mordred just doesn't have the qualifications to become a king.

　　But unfortunately, she couldn't say it face to face.

　　Because no matter in terms of identity, strength, power, or prestige, Mordred has become the legitimate successor of this country.

　　The ministers supported him, the commoners loved him, and the soldiers supported him—even the Knights of the Round Table under Arturia had many people who became Mordred’s support.

　　In this country, he has been recognized by everyone except Artoria.