Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"Then, Father."

　　"Have you considered that if you are given another chance to become the king of Camelot. What method will you use to save Britain's shattered fate?"

　　This is a not too acute question.

　　Moreover, in order to allow Arturia to understand the connotation of this question as much as possible, Mordred also deliberately slowed down his speech rate so that Arturia could have more time to reflect on this issue.

　　But Artoria was still bewildered by this question.

　　"If you give me another chance...what should I do?"

　　To be honest, Artoria has never thought about this issue.

　　Before that, all she considered was "I'm not fit to be a king, and I should send a king who is more suitable than me to save Britain".

　　However, if she was asked to change her approach and start over...she had never thought about this issue.

　　Fortunately, Mordred is very patient.

　　Looking at the bewildered Arturia, Mordred decided to break this matter apart and tell her a little bit.

　　"Then, King Father, now you know that I am the [Son of Rebellion] who is destined to destroy Camelot and Britain."

　　"So, when you meet me, or before you meet me, will you kill me in advance?"

　　Mordred guided and asked.

　　"..."

　　Arturia was silent and did not answer.

　　In response, Mordred smiled slightly and continued to ask:

　　"You know that the love between Lancelot and Guinevere is the root cause of the collapse of the round table and the destruction of Camelot... Then you will kill Lancelot in advance to prevent this disaster from coming?"

　　"Or, from the very beginning, you will refuse to marry Guinevere and prevent this tragedy from the root?"

　　"..."

　　Artoria remained silent.

　　But her face became more and more ugly.

　　She had already guessed what Mordred wanted to express.

　　And at the very end-

　　"Father, if I told you to use brutal rule, you can better rule this country, so as to lead this country to a brighter future... Would you do this?"

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　　Mordred continued to ask.

　　But this time, Arturia finally stopped being silent.

　　"enough!"

　　She said loudly, with a hint of impatience in her voice.

　　She made it clear to Mordred.

　　Even if she died, she wouldn't be like that.

　　Not to let someone like that take over her country and become the king of Camelot.

　　However, rather-

　　"I am such a king."

　　Mordred said proudly, completely ignoring Artoria's face that was already blue with anger:

　　"When people fell into famine, I led them to clear their fields and recuperate."

　　"Someone has a plot against me. Then I'll kill them all before they do anything."

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　　"There is not enough land and labor, so I will conquer all the surrounding barbarians and convert them all into slaves."

　　"I even crossed the sea, hit the Rhine all the way, hit Rome, hit Constantinople."

　　"Any enemy who wants to destroy my king's business has been smothered in the bud by me."

　　"Anyone who wants to be my enemy, I will directly satisfy his wish and let him go to see God and his old man in advance."

　　"Even, even if it is you, the father, when the glorious and great you became a stumbling block on the road to the expansion of the empire, I did not hesitate to do anything to you, allowing you to retire early and live a comfortable life."

　　"And isn't this the vision you wished to see before you died?"

　　[Hopefully someone can save this country and lead it to its true glory. 】

　　Mordred asked with a smile.

　　And Artoria's body was already shaking uncontrollably.

　　"you you you……"

　　She opened her mouth as if to say something.

　　But he was too frightened to speak.

　　In this regard, Mordred, who is very "filial", naturally took the words of Artoria and filled it for her.

　　"Yes, Father."

　　"I am what your ideal, the [Perfect King] looks like."

　　"How is it, I did a good job, right?" Yi.

Chapter 222

　　Tell a joke.

　　In Mordred's world, he was a recognized "Holy King".

　　Moreover, it is still the first-class "Holy King" who is above the Conqueror Caesar in terms of status.

　　"During my reign, I ruled over [-] percent of the world's land and population, and I am the undisputed [World Emperor]."

　　"Under my rule, although people's lives are not very good, there has never been a large-scale starvation incident, nor a slave uprising."

　　"Someone was dissatisfied with my decree and questioned me. I didn't kill him, just exiled him to the Antarctic to feed penguins."

　　"I am very kind and holy. Whether it is those who were ruled by me at that time, or those historians who study me in later generations, they will call me His Majesty the Emperor with a pious attitude."

　　"How is it, Father, do you feel very unbelievable?"

　　"In your eyes, my behavior is no different from a tyrant. But I won a result you dreamed of."

　　Having said that, Mordred looked at Illya's aggrieved face again, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

　　When he thinks about it, the old-fashioned and stubborn Arturia will probably never understand his "correctness".

　　Just like the current Illya, I will never understand how much effort Mordred has put in to save her, this kind and lovely little angel, and free her from the sad wishes of the Einzbern family.

　　"The king is lonely after all."

　　Mordred smiled helplessly, with a relieved expression on his face.

　　He himself did not hope that these stupid mortals in front of him could understand his greatness.

　　"The king's will is the will of the whole country. I don't need them to understand me, I just ask them to do what I say."

　　"It's okay to be misunderstood, just use the results to prove me right!"

　　From this point of view, Mordred and Artoria are really similar.

　　They are the same stubbornness, the same ego, and the same unreasonable.

　　The only difference is that...

　　"I was wrong."

　　Artoria said suddenly.

　　When she said this, her voice was weak - it sounded as if the bones of her whole body had been taken out.

　　And Mordred couldn't believe his ears at all.

　　He looked at Arturia with a look of incomparable astonishment, and even stood up from his seat because of excessive surprise, and took two steps back subconsciously.

　　"Father, what did you say?"

　　He asked cautiously, and at the same time, a pair of eyes fixed on Arturia's face, unwilling to let go of any tiny expressions and movements.

　　At this time, the expression on Artoria's face was much calmer.

　　"I said, I was wrong."

　　"Perhaps you are right."

　　"is there a problem?"

　　Arturia asked rhetorically with a straight face.

　　Although she is stubborn, she is not the kind of person who absolutely refuses to admit mistakes.

　　On the contrary, because she has received Merlin's education, she has always had the habit of "reflecting on herself".

　　Otherwise, Tristan's sentence "The king doesn't understand people's hearts" will not be remembered in her heart forever.

　　And now, regarding the Mordred in front of her, Arturia also has a mentality of self-reflection to judge Mordred's actions.

　　Admittedly, from the bottom of her heart, Artoria did not think Mordred's actions were correct.

　　If she didn't know the final result, she would definitely do everything she could to stop him, even ending the "tyrant" with her own hands.

　　But now.

　　When Mordred put the result in front of her, Arturia knew that she should really "give up".

　　To be honest, she's not a consequentialist.

　　But the tragic situation of Kamran Hill back then really hurt her heart.