Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Arturia stared at Mordred and asked word by word.

　　At this moment, she can't understand what Mordred's brain circuit is like.

　　Just like Mordred has never been able to understand Artoria, there are so many choices, but he has to choose the most difficult and darkest path.

　　"Of course, Father."

　　After hearing Artoria's question, Mordred raised his head without hesitation.

　　In the blue eyes, there is an unprecedented firmness and... madness!

　　"Since none of us can convince anyone..."

　　"Then let's fight!"

　　"Defeat me with the weapon in your hand and prove to me that you are right."

　　"And this is your only chance, Father."

　　"No, I should call you now... Artoria Pandoragon!"

　　……

　　evening.

　　in the palace.

　　Looking at Mordred's figure, Guinevere ran over excitedly to celebrate his return.

　　For Guinevere, don't worry about the whereabouts of the broken cup, as long as the Mordreds are all right, that's fine.

　　Just, in the next moment.

　　When Guinevere heard that Mordred was going to start a battle of life and death with Arturia.The tears fell uncontrollably and rustled.

　　"Why is it like this..."

　　"Isn't it still good when I left... How could it be like this..."

　　"Can't think of another way--isn't there any other way?"

　　She has always been smart.

　　But in the face of this news, even she was a little confused.

　　In this case, it was Vivian, who was kind-hearted, who made the most appropriate evaluation of Mordred's approach:

　　"Stop crying, Guinevere."

　　"This is already the most benevolent way to do it."

　　She sighed and said softly.

　　Guinevere was a little stunned.

　　Seeing this, Vivian quickly reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Guinevere's eyes before continuing to explain:

　　"If it's another way...that little sister of mine has no chance of winning at all."

　　At this moment, Vivienne looked very transparent.

　　She can clearly recognize that at this moment, in this country named [Camelo], [-]% of the people have been marked with Mordred's mark.

　　From the slaves at the bottom, to the peasants living in this Camelot, to the soldiers who once fought for the King of Knights, and even the Knights of the Round Table who once swore allegiance to the King...

　　Unconsciously, these people have become surrounded by Mordred.

　　And what about Arturia?

　　From a practical point of view, now she also leads the army in the north, as well as several knights of the round table.

　　But the current situation is that the Legion in the North can't be brought back at all - they also need to take responsibility for expelling the Picts.

　　As for those Knights of the Round Table... Gareth's mood has been shaking since the last time he met Morgan, showing a wavering attitude.

　　She probably already knew some truth.

　　Needless to say, Argonaut's attitude is that he only cares about the existence of this kingdom, and doesn't care who will be the king at all.

　　From this perspective, he is even more inclined to support Mordred.

　　As for the remaining knights of the round table—either they were out of town and could not return in a short time;

　　So the real situation is.At this moment, in Artoria's hand, only Gawain is available.

　　But the question is... with a Sun Knight who can't even make mashed potatoes, how much can Artoria do?

　　I'm afraid even eating is a problem, right?

　　And that's why Vivian called Mordred "kind".

　　He had a sure-win game—but he gave up the easy ways to win, giving Arturia a relatively "fair" chance.

　　In Vivian's mind, it is probably only in terms of power that Artoria still has some advantages at this moment.

　　But Mordred shook his head:

　　"Do not."

　　"She has no chance of winning at all."

　　He said confidently, as if he had already won the duel.

　　Of course he has that confidence.

　　Under the premise of fighting for her life, Arturia could never kill him.

　　With [Bear Children Do Not Die From Domestic Violence], he has been invincible from the very beginning.

　　Therefore, the fundamental reason why he made this choice was not actually the "kindness" that Vivian said.

　　He just wanted to make Arturia look decent.

　　After all, his father is a very respectable person!

　　,.

Chapter 154

　　The next day, early in the morning.

　　The war between Mordred and Artoria had begun from the moment they stepped out of the palace.

　　It seems that the two of them have agreed to put on their best armor and carry the weapon that they are most comfortable with.

　　The same blond hair, one is arrogant, the other is quiet.

　　But under the light of the rising sun, these two different temperaments can be harmoniously integrated, and there is no sudden feeling at all.

　　If it is seen by other outsiders who do not know the truth, at this moment, only these two words can describe these two people:

　　【Good match】.

　　That really fits.

　　Sometimes, Mordred couldn't help but think, if only Arturia had no brains.

　　In this case, they are probably the most perfect combination in the world - they can completely block gods and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

　　From another point of view, Artoria's mood is probably the same.

　　She also hopes that Mordred can listen to her more and make less decisions.

　　It's just, unfortunately—

　　"Then, Father."

　　"I'm going this way."

　　At the entrance of the palace, Mordred pointed to the road on the left and smiled.

　　Then, without Artoria replying, she directly set foot on the road leading to the forest outside the city.

　　And Artoria did not hesitate.

　　Just after Mordred turned to leave, she also turned away and embarked on another path.

　　These are two roads that are not very different, they both pass through a long residential area and will eventually meet outside the city.

　　However, when Mordred and Artoria made their respective choices, the development directions of the two paths were completely different.

　　……

　　First is the left.

　　When Mordred's figure appeared on this road, it instantly caught the attention of those who got up early.

　　"Yo, Your Highness, what are you doing~〃?"

　　People looked at the heavily armed Mordred and asked curiously.

　　In this regard, Mordred did not conceal the slightest.

　　"I have an appointment with my father, the king."

　　"We agreed, if I win, I will be the new king of Camelot - then, you bastards will be ruled by me!"

　　Mordred raised his head high, his nostrils turned up, and replied with a stinky face.

　　But it made the onlookers laugh out loud.

　　"Then you have to work hard, Your Highness."

　　Someone said, and handed Mordred a few potato pancakes.

　　"You haven't eaten yet, Your Highness? Only when you're full will you have the strength to fight!"

　　Concerns have also been raised about Mordred's safety.

　　"His Royal Highness, here is the medicine that can cure trauma."