Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　It also took a long time to get here from Britain.

　　Skahako has no somersault clouds.

　　"Huhu, let you run for a while before talking about it!"

　　Mordred thought triumphantly.

　　He swore he was not a vengeful man.

　　It's not because of the harsh training that Skaha gave him back then, and he wants to take this opportunity to retaliate against him.

　　Instead, he was concerned about Skaja's health.

　　"When people are old, they should exercise more, run and jump, and warm up."

　　"Lest she use her 'long neglected exercise for a long time, not this time' as an excuse to not admit the fact that the defeat was in my hands."

　　Mordred nodded, satisfied with his perfect plan.

　　On the other side, Artoria was arguing with Iskandar.

　　The two of them belong to a completely different kind of king, especially when it comes to the cognition of "king's responsibility", which can be said to be a needle-point to Maimang.

　　Arturia, who insisted on the way of knighthood, mocked Iskandar as a tyrant.

　　And Iskadal, who insisted on the way of conquest, mocked Artoria as a little girl who was imprisoned in ideals and would never grow up.

　　As the oldest king, Gilgamesh maintained a "you talk, I'm listening" appearance throughout the whole process, making it clear that he didn't want to participate in such a stupid dispute.

　　As for Mordred... He showed a look of adoration and fanaticism throughout the whole process, standing firmly on Artoria's side and helping her crusade against Iskandar.

　　"Even if my father is old-fashioned and stubborn, doesn't know how to adapt, and doesn't understand people's hearts, he is still wrapped in quilts in the summer. He leads us to war all the year round, and many people starve to death under her hands... But she is also recognized by us, and The king whom we sincerely support!"

　　"You said my father can't do it... Damn it, do you know how hard my father worked?"

　　"I have to work forty-eight hours a day, even if I have a high fever of seventy-two degrees, I will never delay my work. For this reason, I can't even return to my bedroom all the year round, and I have a long-distance relationship with Guinevere, who is only separated by a wall—I Just ask, can you do it?"

　　Mordred shouted loudly, and he almost wrote the words "I am a brain-crazy fan" directly on his face.

　　But it made Artoria mad enough!

　　"Mordred!"

　　She roared in a low voice, the sound of anger contained in it, like the thunder before the summer rainstorm, dull and powerful.

　　But Mordred pretended not to hear anything.

　　"What's the matter, Father?"

　　He turned his head, looked at Arturia's pretty face, and asked back in doubt:

　　"Did I say something wrong?"

　　"..."

　　A very sharp counterattack, like a knife stuck in Artoria's heart, so that she doesn't know what to say to refute.

　　The King of Knights was silent.

　　The atmosphere in the air suddenly became a little awkward.

　　Faced with this situation, even Iskandar, a relatively rough man, felt that something was wrong.

　　"Okay, okay, let's stop arguing about it."

　　He poured himself a glass of wine and fined himself a glass, which is regarded as turning over the matter.

　　"how about you."

　　He turned his head again and put his eyes on Gilgamesh, who had been watching the play since just now.

　　"Although I still don't know what kind of king you are—but why did you join (bcef) in this Holy Grail War?"

　　Iskandar asked curiously.

　　Faced with this question, Gilgamesh opened his mouth, and the word "Miscellaneous" spit out from his mouth subconsciously.

　　"Don't compare this king with you fakes!"

　　Gilgamesh said quite arrogantly.

　　"It was mine - I just took it back!"

　　This is a matter of course.

　　Gilgamesh, the oldest king, theoretically possesses all the treasures in this world.

　　And things like the "Holy Grail" that are pursued by countless people should naturally belong to him.

　　However, what Ringergamesh did not expect was.

　　In this Holy Grail War, a paradox appeared:

　　Mordred, who once passed the Holy Grail test, also theoretically owns the Holy Grail.

　　And, the priority of this ownership is not lower than him.

　　So, from beginning to end, Gilgamesh has been focusing his attention on Mordred.

　　When he thinks about it, other people are not qualified to compete with him for the Holy Grail.

　　The only person who is qualified to compete with him for the Holy Grail is the arrogant child in front of him.

　　However, thinking of this, Gilgamesh did not want to compete with Mordred for the Holy Grail.

　　"Grab something with a bear boy--it's humiliating to fight, but it's more humiliating to fight."

　　Therefore, from this perspective, Gilgamesh's heart is actually quite tangled.

　　And Mordred had no such worries.

　　"That's not a good thing, don't worry about it."

　　Mordred, who has been in contact with the Holy Grail, is very clear that the so-called Holy Grail is not a blessing left by the Messiah to the world at all.

　　And, on the contrary, it is a real curse.

　　The cup that once held the blood of the savior contained cause and effect, but it was definitely not something that ordinary people could endure.

　　For this, although this so-called Grail of Heaven is not really the Holy Grail.But since it was dubbed the "Holy Grail", it naturally inherited this "unknown" attribute.

　　This is called metaphysics.

　　In this world called "Xingyue", metaphysics is also a kind of science.

　　"Probably because of this reason, this Holy Grail will be affected by the evil of this world and become a product that can destroy the world."

　　Mordred sighed silently in his heart.

　　Then ran directly to the daughter, the child, the magician's table.He forcibly hugged Ilya, who had been chatting hotly with Irisviel just now.

　　He doesn't care what the Holy Grail is or not.

　　All he needs is Illya.

　　"Come on, Elijah."

　　"Smile!".

Chapter 221

　　Of course Illya couldn't laugh.

　　And Mordred wouldn't force her to do things she didn't like doing.

　　At most, it is to say "if you can't laugh, just cry".

　　Just, at the very end.

　　"Let you laugh without laughing, and make you cry without crying~ makes it difficult for me?"

　　As Mordred spoke, he stretched out two fingers and placed them at the corners of Illya's mouth.

　　The two fingers pressed hard at the same time, and gently lifted it upwards, but it made Ilya's face show a smile that was even more ugly than crying.

　　In the face of this situation, Arturia couldn't bear it.

　　"Mordred!"

　　"What are you doing!"

　　She loudly condemned Mordred's "humiliation" of the enemy, believing that it was a serious departure from the standards of chivalry.

　　"You are not the Mordred I know!"

　　At this moment, she was finally able to make an accurate judgment.

　　The Mordred in Arturia's memory had one problem or another, but only one thing was certain.

　　She doesn't have that much wickedness.

　　Even in the final rebellion, it was because of Morgan's instigation that he had a hot forehead and got on Morgan's thief ship.

　　Although Artoria, who knew the truth of the matter, could not accept this, she could understand Mordred's feelings at that time.

　　After all, being raised by a witch and wanting him to form a sound personality is an incredible thing.

　　But this Mordred in front of him was different.

　　In Artoria's eyes, the Mordred in front of him could no longer be described as "bad-hearted".

　　That is simply to incorporate the essence of [evil] into one's own soul-even, there is nothing wrong with saying that it is the source and end of all evil in this world.

　　"Bullying the weak; venting violence; telling lies; having a bad mind; even forcibly reversing the realm between life and death, desecrating the souls of the dead..."

　　"Who are you?!"

　　Arturia continued to ask.

　　Before she knew it, her voice had become quite severe.

　　But Mordred did not answer her question directly.

　　Instead, he stretched out his hand, pinched Illya's delicate little nose, and asked back: