Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　After returning to Mordred in the villa, he quickly greeted CC and got busy together.

　　CC, on the other hand, thought the scene in front of him was a bit funny.

　　Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Mordred in the kitchen for a long time.

　　"I want pizza."

　　CC rightfully made her request.

　　She has reason to think that she is happy at this moment.

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　Taking advantage of the groceries, Mordred also found time to go to the suburbs of Fuyuki.

　　Fortunately.

　　Although Einzbern's castle has been reduced to ruins, Arturia and Irisviel have not left here.

　　Speaking of which, they have nowhere else to go.

　　On the contrary, this castle that has been reduced to ruins can still provide them with a sense of security.

　　At the same time, the sharp-eyed Mordred noticed the Command Spell on the back of Irisviel's hand.

　　Presumably she re-signed a contract with Artoria to prevent Artoria from leaving the stage prematurely.

　　"What are you doing here?"

　　Looking at Mordred's figure, Arturia immediately shielded the complex-looking Irisviel behind her, and asked with a solemn expression.

　　But Mordred didn't explain much to her.

　　He just waved his hand casually and threw two things into Artoria's hands.

　　A small thing, a big thing.

　　The little thing was a bunch of hair—Illya's hair.

　　The big thing was a dress—blue silk on a white background, the kind that was custom-made for Artoria.

　　"If you still want to see Ilya again."

　　"Tonight, come to this place.".

Chapter 218

　　night.

　　Although she was reluctant, Artoria brought Irisviel to this villa in the new capital.

　　And Mordred was a little disappointed.

　　"Father, what about the clothes I gave you? Why didn't you put them on!"

　　"You'll be embarrassed if you come here all dressed up."

　　Mordred greeted Artoria with great enthusiasm.

　　That smile without the slightest falsification made Arturia wonder if her eldest child was seriously ill.

　　It was clear that last night was still arguing with swords and swords, a look of life and death.

　　Tonight, I can stand in front of her and laugh and laugh, as if nothing happened last night.

　　And when Artoria tried to walk into the villa, she was stunned to find that even more outrageous things were still to come——

　　"Ah, saber, you are finally here!"

　　Looking at Artoria's figure, the King of Conqueror directly raised the wine glass in Twelve's hands, showing a very eager look.

　　"Sit down, sit down, you can sit down and we can start eating!"

　　Looking at the table full of delicious delicacies, Iskandar had long forgotten the original purpose of this "King's Banquet".

　　At this moment, he just wants to finish all these meals.

　　What is rare is that Gilgamesh, who has always been critical, also has the same idea as him.

　　But Mordred didn't allow them to move chopsticks before Artoria arrived.

　　"This is what I did for my father - you are all in my father's light!"

　　Mordred said very seriously.

　　At that moment, Gilgamesh and Iskandar really had the illusion that "the bear child in front of me might be really filial".

　　And now-

　　"Father, you should change your clothes first."

　　"You always feel weird wearing this to eat with us."

　　Mordred persuaded bitterly, and motioned to CC to let her forcibly take Arturia to the changing room upstairs.

　　There were a lot of clothes in there, all of which Mordred had tailored for Artoria, but had never had the chance to use them.

　　Taking this opportunity, he naturally wanted to show his "admiration" for Arturia.

　　And on the other hand.

　　Irisviel was placed at the table of women and children.

　　When Irisviel saw her daughter again, she was naturally very excited.

　　There is a lot to talk about between mother and daughter, which is naturally a very normal thing.

　　Sakura sat next to Illya, watching Illya's gradually becoming cheerful expression, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

　　Sakura thought a lot about how Illya and Irisviel communicated cordially.

　　At the same time, Webb, who was also sitting at this table, was the most embarrassed.

　　He is not a woman or a child, but he is sitting on this table...

　　He felt as if he had been discriminated against.

　　However, if you ask him to offer to change the table, or replace the juice in the glass with wine - he doesn't have the courage to do so.

　　He could only sit there awkwardly, holding a cup, neither drinking nor not drinking.

　　Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.

　　Because after a while, an absolute protagonist appeared in this room, attracting everyone's attention.

　　It's Arturia who has completed her transformation.

　　It's a little bit regretful that Artoria was not able to appear here in an evening dress as he wished.

　　Instead, I chose a more neutral dress - similar to the look of a tuxedo.

　　However, it was this choice of "fuzzy gender" that made Arturia's temperament more prominent.

　　At this moment, even Irisviel showed a "surprised, my best friend can attack like this".

　　"Mixing the nobility of a king with the elegance of a woman... Saber is really good."

　　Irisviel sighed.

　　But Arturia's face did not show any mood swings.

　　She always had a straight face, sat silently on the last vacant seat, and picked up the chopsticks.

　　At this moment, she has successfully transformed into a ruthless cooking machine.

　　And beside her—

　　Looking at the people who were fully seated, Mordred, the host of the banquet, opened his hands and gave a very brief pre-dinner speech:

　　"Eat it!"

　　Mordred said very happily.

　　He hates people who push Lai Lai and say a lot of nonsense before eating.

　　And after sitting down, the chopsticks in his hand quickly fell in front of Artoria.

　　And, under Artoria's vicious gaze, she took the most delicious looking chicken thigh that Mordred had placed there on purpose.

　　Arturia couldn't stand this the most.

　　Of course, she has no proof.

　　After all, at this banquet, Mordred followed the Eastern standard—not the Western meal-sharing system.

　　But Arturia's intuition told her that Mordred's approach was to make it clear that he wanted to grab food from her rice bowl.

　　Can this be tolerated?

　　Of course this is unbearable!

　　"Snapped--"

　　Although it was the first time to use chopsticks, Arturia, in a very skillful manner, pulled back the chicken leg that was about to be caught by Mordred.

　　A moderate force was applied to the chicken leg, causing it to fly backwards, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.

　　Finally, it landed firmly on the plate in front of Artoria.

　　Mordred felt that Arturia was cheating.

　　She clearly used the chopsticks in her hand as a weapon and performed a set of very delicate swordsmanship.

　　"Hey, King Father, we're having a meal - there's no need to use the war-fighting routine here, right?"

　　Mordred said helplessly.

　　He found that his father was good everywhere, but he was too ignorant.

　　Isn't it just in front of you, adding a chicken drumstick in front of you - the drumstick is not on your plate, why can't you let others sandwich it?

　　But Artoria doesn't think so.