Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

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　　She will endure forever...until Mordred is defeated.

　　……

　　This is a typical battle between knights of the round table and knights of the round table. (Note 1)

　　Because Mordred and Arturia didn't want to hurt the Camelot King City, they restricted their attack range and sealed the attack method similar to the oath cannon.

　　They didn't want to ruin the entire Camelot because of this battle.

　　But at the same time, they have increased the strength of their single attack to the extreme.

　　power, speed.

　　experience, skills.

　　Nothing is perfect.

　　And when the battle has progressed to this point, the only place where the two sides can distinguish the superior and the inferior is only in terms of endurance.

　　It's not easy to rely on endurance to win or lose.

　　After all, both sides of the battle are incarnations of dragons.Ordinary injuries simply can't stop them from attacking.

　　However, when the time is stretched long enough and the injuries accumulate enough.Even the legendary dragon will eventually be exhausted one day.

　　And when Mordred really had a match against Arturia, it was still three days later.

　　At that time, his body was covered in blood, and none of his clothes were intact.

　　The wounds in some places have scabbed over, and the wounds in some places have granulated... Of course, most of them are still seeping blood, and there is no sign of healing at all.

　　If it was a normal person, with such a serious injury, I am afraid he would have died a long time ago.

　　But Mordred was still standing.

　　He put down Frostmourne in his hand, used it as a crutch, and walked step by step towards the fallen, cursed Artoria who could no longer stand up.

　　At this moment, only her green eyes showed a strong unwillingness.

　　She never conceded defeat.

　　However, this body that has reached the limit is no longer enough to support her to continue fighting.

　　Then, she closed her eyes as if appointed.

　　And Mordred sat down.

　　He spat out a mouthful of saliva in his palm, rubbed it casually twice, and wiped away the blood in his palm a little.

　　Then, put it on Artoria's face.

　　"I won, Father."

　　He said softly, sliding his palm up.

　　Chin, cheeks, eyes, forehead.

　　He was appreciating it carefully, as if he were appreciating a work of art.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When Mordred placed his palm on top of Arturia's head, Arturia's heart trembled for a moment.

　　She felt that Mordred's hand was holding something very important to her.

　　That was her symbol of being king.

　　"I'm sorry, Father."

　　"From now on, it's mine."

　　PS: [Note 1] The battle between the Knights of the Round Table must be fought for at least one day and one night. .

Chapter 156

　　evening.

　　People returning from the arable land or farmland began to gather at the city gate to wait.

　　The sound of the clash of gold and iron that had been ringing for three consecutive days finally stopped at noon today-everyone understood what was going on.

　　But at the same time, everyone is reluctant to accept this fact.

　　"Why did you turn your face when you turned your face?"

　　"Also, it was a battle that lasted for such a long time and the rhythm of the battle was so intense..."

　　"Nothing really happened, right?"

　　People thought worriedly, and their eyes gathered outside the royal city.

　　A lonely figure appeared at the end of their field of vision, and the sun was about to set his shadow, the elder elder.

　　At this moment, everyone's inner-heart sank to the bottom.

　　"There were two when we went, but now only one-one has returned."

　　The meaning behind this phenomenon is naturally self-evident.

　　And now, the real question is: who exactly didn't come back?

　　"Is it the king, or is it His Royal Highness?"

　　Looking at the vague figure in the distance, people guessed randomly.

　　Some people say it's Arturia, some people say it's Mordred, and it's hard to tell.

　　But in contrast, there are more people who say that Mordred has not returned.

　　After all, before that.Artoria's strength is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

　　No matter how powerful the enemy was, they had never seen Arturia defeated.

　　Not to mention, it was Mordred's own son.

　　"How could the son beat the old man?"

　　There are not a few people who have this idea.

　　And after a moment.

　　When everyone clearly saw that on the long shadow, there was actually a long dull hair, this fact was even more confirmed.

　　Some people who could not accept this sad reality directly wiped away their tears.

　　"What a wonderful prince."

　　Someone cried in a low voice, venting their dissatisfaction:

　　"Obviously, everyone agreed before that we will celebrate his birthday together next year."

　　Some people slapped themselves in the dark.

　　"I'm stupid, really."

　　"I knew he was going to do this kind of thing - even if it was to let him kick my ass, I wouldn't say anything to let him out of town."

　　Of course, in addition, more people are filled with righteous indignation.

　　"It can't be just like that!"

　　"Yes, absolutely can't just forget it!"

　　Someone raised their arms and shouted, wanting to avenge Mordred, who had been wronged for nothing.

　　The people of Camelot, the [Holy King] has ruled for a long time.

　　However, before that, Artoria had been telling them to be patient.

　　It's good to be patient.

　　And they did endure as Artoria said.

　　However, the good days did not come.

　　Everyone understands in their hearts that it is not Arturia who is the king who brings you a good life.

　　But as a prince, Mordred, who can accompany them to mischief.

　　However, at that time, people will also subconsciously think that this is the reward for their "forbearance".

　　Their patience has really endured until the arrival of a good day.

　　To this end, they are willing to continue to endure.

　　Even if Arturia made an order to expropriate all the potatoes that were harvested a few days ago, saying that they wanted to expand the scale of production, they were willing to continue to endure.

　　Because they know that as long as Mordred is there, there is hope in their lives.

　　But now.

　　Mordred was gone.

　　How can this not make them excited and even lose their minds?

　　Faintly, public opinion is boiling.

　　However, at this time—

　　"Everyone wait a minute!"

　　Finally someone with sharp eyes found out what was wrong.

　　They found that there was indeed a dull hair above this shadow.

　　But the state of this dull hair is not natural.

　　As if it was forcibly "inserted" in the hair, there is no soft temperament that flutters with the wind at all.

　　And after a moment child.