Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Looking at Mordred, who clenched his fist on the top of his head and held a dumb hair in his palm, forcibly transforming himself into the "Prince of dumb hair", everyone laughed dumbly.

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　　However, then, there was another burst of cheers enough to open the sky.

　　And it was in the cheers that Mordred, holding a dumb hair in his hand, walked straight forward, announcing his bravery to the people around him.

　　It also declares the fact that:

　　"The old king has gone."

　　"The new king should stand!"

　　……

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　Artoria, who fell into a coma, was taken away by Morgan.

　　The enchanted girl who had fallen for revenge looked at Arturia, who had completely lost her ability to resist, and hesitated several times.

　　But still couldn't get it off.

　　At this moment, she already understands that her revenge is over.

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　　An unprecedented sense of emptiness filled her heart—she lost her purpose in life, and for a while, she didn't know what to do.

　　However, confusion is confusion.

　　Morgan had not forgotten what Mordred had told her.

　　"Artoria, who is the king, is dead."

　　"But as a human Artoria still needs to live."

　　"Please ask the queen mother to make her a restrained armor according to this style."

　　Here, Morgan has reason to think that her good son may be using her as a tool for free wholesale gear.

　　But...well.

　　When Morgan saw the style of the armor, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

　　Because ah, the whole body is dark, as if it has been dyed with ink, which is really in line with Morgan's liking.

　　She wanted to see Artoria, known as the "Holy King", put on such an armor.

　　I want to see the scene when Arturia, who is the "Holy King", falls into the endless darkness and cannot escape forever.

　　However, before building this armor.She has one more important thing to do.

　　Thinking so, Morgan smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbing the Sword of Oath Victory that had lost most of its luster and only a little gleam remained.

　　A little black light bloomed from Morgan's hand.

　　【Excalibur·Morgan】billion.

Chapter 157

　　Camelot, in the palace.

　　When Mordred woke up, it was the afternoon of the next day.

　　The bright sunlight passed through the window and stood on Mordred's face, but he suddenly saw Arturia's face.

　　However, after being awake for a while, Mordred realized that it was not Arturia who was sitting beside him.

　　It was Vivian.

　　"Miss CC is already busy."

　　"Guinevere is also pacifying the hearts of the people as a queen."

　　"Even His Highness Marda joined the church as an ordinary nun and presided over the overall situation of the Church of the Holy Church."

　　"But, then again—is she really His Highness Marda?"

　　Vivian asked curiously.A look of disbelief appeared on his face.

　　After all, even for her, the great magician, the name of Marda, the Maiden of Iron Fist, is a legend in legend.

　　Before that, she had never thought that she would be fortunate enough to see the holy face of this saint in her lifetime.

　　And Mordred shook his head.

　　At this moment, his spirit was still immersed in the battle that lasted for three days and three nights, and he never recovered.

　　And this situation didn't get better until Vivian brought him a glass of cold water.

　　"thanks……"

　　He said weakly in a hoarse voice.

　　However, Vivian knew it.His "thank you" was not for her.

　　But to all those who still choose to believe in Mordred at this time, are still trying to do their job well, and are waiting for him to come out in person to preside over the overall situation.

　　"Anything to eat?"

　　Mordred continued.

　　In response, Vivian nodded and brought him two hard-boiled eggs and a glass of warm milk.

　　Mordred didn't hesitate, and it took less than half a minute to eat all the food in front of him.

　　The food was converted into energy, which made up for Mordred's bottom-out physical strength, allowing him to regain some strength.

　　"I have to go out."

　　Mordred struggled and got up from the bed.

　　The wound on his body is still very painful, but for the current Mordred, it has reached the range that can be endured.

　　In contrast, Mordred knew that the kingdom in front of him was truly at the point of life and death.

　　Camelot, who lost Artoria's leadership, was on the verge of collapse - and in the face of this collapse, neither CC nor Guinevere could reverse it with their own power.

　　They can only rely on their own strength to slightly delay the process of this collapse.

　　Mordred knew that he had to stand up at this time and reunite the country that was on the verge of collapse.

　　And now he has such power.

　　"Help me find them all, Queen Mother."

　　Mordred put his eyes on Vivian and grinned.

　　Vivian, who understood what Mordred was talking about, nodded, then turned into a white swan and flew into the distance.

　　And it was at this time that Mordred, who suddenly remembered something, rummaged through the cabinets in the bedroom.

　　In a storage cabinet in the palace, he found the small box that had kept the scum of the roots.

　　He opened the small box, put the shapeless hair that he had already grasped into the small box, and gently closed the lid.

　　In the end, Mordred, who was really worried, used Frostmourne in his hand to release a variety of curses on this box to ensure that it was absolutely impossible for anyone to open this box safely.

　　This is his father's treasure.

　　It must be hidden.

　　……

　　evening.

　　Following Vivian's call, a large number of people rushed outside the city walls.With a kind of anticipation but anxious mood, waiting for the arrival of the final result.

　　But behind the city wall, Mordred did not appear in a hurry.

　　He first observed the "supporting characters" who followed his call and came to the city wall.

　　Among them, CC, Guinevere, Vivienne, Marda—the appearance of four people is inevitable.

　　Even the sunflower beast took the somewhat bewildered fourth beast to the city wall and looked at the crowded people below with a curious look.

　　Christina is not qualified to climb this wall - at least she is not qualified now.

　　Therefore, she can only stand under the city wall, with a team of Saxon elite soldiers, guarding the order in secret...  

　　On the other hand, many people who received the invitation did not come to this wall.

　　Gawain didn't come, Gareth didn't come, and Merlin didn't come either.

　　The absence of these three basically means that Mordred is not recognized by the faction of the Round Table.

　　However, that doesn't matter.

　　Because the Argo Spec is here.

　　This made Mordred breathe a sigh of relief.

　　This kingdom can be without a king, but it cannot be without this unselfish secretary.

　　With Argoman, his future work will be at least half easier.

　　As for the so-called Round Table faction?

　　I'm sorry, when Mordred thinks about it, the current Camelot, or the current Britain, probably no longer needs the special existence of the "Round Table Knight".

　　After thinking about this link, Mordred walked to the city wall.With the greatest strength of his life, he announced these three things to the Britons under the city walls.

　　First, the first one.

　　"My father and I had a conflict. Neither of us could convince the other, so we had a date."

　　"And now, as you can see, I finally won!"

　　"Everyone is willing to gamble and admit defeat."

　　"I'm here to be the king - as for her, I've 'sent' her back to the secret realm to retire."

　　Mordred explained it very simply, ignoring almost all the reasons, and just informed the Britons of the final result.