Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Someone took out an herbal bag and explained to Mordred how to use the herbal bag in detail.

　　And it was at this time that some clever ghosts came up with more constructive ideas:

　　"Your Highness, I think you should put this on your butt."

　　"It's nothing more than the butt being beaten into eight pieces. It's not ashamed!"

　　"Who hasn't been beaten by his father?"

　　A thick wool mat appeared in front of everyone, but it directly amused everyone.

　　For a while, the streets here were full of happy air.

　　And Mordred did not reject the kindness of these people.

　　He took the food and herbal packets and shoved the wool pad in his hand into the pants of the person who made the suggestion, beating his ass in eight.

　　Finally, amid the noise related to "blessing", Mordred walked out of the city gate and embarked on a journey to the grove outside the city.

　　At the same time, on the other hand.

　　The street that Artoria had chosen was much quieter.

　　There were originally a few people and some chatter.

　　But the moment Artoria appeared, the voices on the street disappeared immediately.

　　In the streets where you can't even hear your breathing, you can hear needles falling.

　　People stood respectfully on both sides of the street to welcome the king's arrival.

　　They didn't know where the heavily armed Artoria was going, and they didn't dare to ask where she was going.

　　However, one thing is certain.

　　These people believed from the bottom of their hearts that no matter what kind of enemy she faced, Arturia would be able to achieve the ultimate victory.

　　After all, with ten years of continuous battle, Arturia has long been associated with the word [victory].

　　People have become accustomed to the triumphant return of Arturia.

　　It was as if Artoria had long been accustomed to the adoring gazes of these people.

　　Therefore, from beginning to end, she just raised her head, looked straight ahead, and walked forward with her head held high.

　　But he didn't even look at the people around him.

　　King, is lonely.

　　Nothing but myself.

　　……

　　Outside the city, in the woods.

　　Because there was no reason to delay, Artoria was coming sooner.

　　For this reason, Artoria waited for about ten minutes before arriving at Mordred, who was long overdue.

　　"...Father, do you want to eat?"

　　Mordred dutifully handed over a potato cake.

　　Arturia raised her head and looked at Mordred in surprise.

　　She hesitated, showing a look as if she wanted to refuse.

　　But her hands are honest.

　　She picked up the potato cake, which was really nothing at all, and ate it all in three or two strokes.

　　For Artoria, the calories provided by a potato cake are far from enough to fill her stomach.

　　Instead, it aroused her craving for food.

　　However, it is precisely because of this that Artoria's mental state has been improved to a higher level.

　　After all, no matter what kind of creature, when faced with the problem of survival and food, it will often exert [-]% of its combat effectiveness.

　　And now, looking at Arturia, whose momentum gradually became sharper, Mordred could only use one word to describe her:

　　【Like a wolf like a tiger】Intestine.

　　"Do you want to kill me just like that, Father?"

　　Mordred raised his head and looked at Arturia, who had been shrouded in killing intent, and said calmly:

　　"However, I will not kill you, Father."

　　"Because..."

　　"At this moment, I want you so much... life is better than death!".

Chapter 155

　　death.

　　For the vast majority of people, this is a pretty scary word

　　The living will instinctively resist death.

　　But what's interesting is that there are many people who are chasing death by Mordred's side.

　　Skaja counts as one, and the former CC can also count as one.

　　And now, from Artoria, Mordred actually felt the same temperament as the previous two.

　　It's just that it's different from these two.Skaja and CC are dying.

　　As for the current Artoria, it's... just like death.

　　"You don't seem to be carrying that scabbard, Father."

　　Mordred asked seriously.

　　He didn't think that Arturia, who had always been careful, would forget such an important tool.

　　And it is precisely for this reason that Mordred also instantly realized what Artoria was thinking.

　　"It seems that you already knew it - now you are not my opponent at all!"

　　Mordred smiled smugly, seemingly happy for Arturia's "recognition":

　　"Since that's the case, you might as well surrender as soon as possible - wouldn't it be beautiful when I go to work and you take a vacation?"

　　Facing the serious-looking Arturia, Mordred made a rather sincere suggestion.

　　However, unfortunately, facing the bear child in front of him, at this moment, Arturia has no idea of ​​communicating with him at all.

　　No one wants to get this far.

　　But since things have come to this point, there is no need for communication or anything...

　　"clang!"

　　The golden holy sword came out of its sheath and collided with the magic sword in Mordred's hand.

　　With the surging magic power, a strong shock wave suddenly erupted from the place where the sword collided with the sword.A gust of wind blew up directly, blowing the surrounding dead branches and rotten leaves into the sky.

　　An ominous red light flashed from Mordred's eyes.

　　In the next instant, Artoria felt her body suddenly lighten.

　　The sturdy armor fell apart in an instant.

　　The cool wind blowing on Artoria's snow-white skin made her realize that she was in a state of very weak defenses.

　　However, it doesn't matter.

　　"Attack, just attack!"

　　"There is no need to think, just keep attacking until the enemy before the eye (bcef) is defeated."

　　"Or... beat yourself up."

　　Arturia, who had focused all her mind on this battle, gradually became blank.

　　This is her strongest state.

　　Keen intuition; superb martial arts; experience of thousands of trials; plus this body specially built for combat, comparable to a dragon.

　　She seemed to have no weakness.

　　At this moment, Arturia was already perfect to a terrifying level.

　　In the face of this appearance of Arturia, even the current Mordred, can defend and attack, temporarily avoid the edge.

　　It's just that the problem is...

　　"How long can you hold on like this?"

　　Mordred said, and taking advantage of Arturia's remaining strength, he aimed a backhand sword at her arm.

　　Arturia's reaction was quick, but the sharp blade still cut through her arm.

　　A red mark appeared on the snow-white skin.

　　However, before the wound oozes blood, another blue-white light covered the wound.

　　A wisp of cold air penetrated into the wound and penetrated into the texture of Artoria's body.

　　"Well……"

　　Arturia groaned, feeling the discomfort in her body.

　　She knew that it was the curse from the magic sword.

　　But... at this moment, she can't control so much anymore.

　　"Come again."

　　She raised the holy sword in her hand again, like a beast that never knew what the pain was, and continued to launch a fierce attack on Mordred.

　　She swore she would endure.