Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

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　　But her body is very honest, and she also picked up a wine jar, and also bottomed out.

　　Facts have proved that the war between dragons and dragons is terrible.

　　Until the drink was completely drained, the two sides could not tell the winner.

　　And just when Mordred patted the table and asked CC to find some more drinks, he and Artoria would have a real victory or defeat.

　　CC knew that the opportunity had come.

　　"Go ahead."

　　CC put two cans of beer in Irisviel's hands, signaling that she can move.

　　"Remember, be humble."

　　"He is very happy, and he especially likes to hear nice words from beautiful women."

　　"..."

　　Looking at CC's meaningful gaze, Irisviel suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

　　However, for Illya's sake, she made a decision immediately.

　　"His Majesty."

　　With the opportunity to deliver wine, Irisviel finally found an opportunity to speak directly to Mordred:

　　"Can you spare Ilya?"

　　Looking at Mordred, who was already a little drunk, she prayed sincerely.

　　"She just wants a baby."

　　"I am willing to replace her... just please raise your hand and let her go this time!".

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　　to be frank.

　　The moment Irisviel suggested "I want to replace Illya with myself", Mordred's drunkenness instantly cleared up more than half.

　　He looked at Irisviel with a strange look, looking up and down many times.

　　In my mind, there are already many plots of "salmon + caviar luxury rice bowl".

　　but--

　　"No."

　　Without giving Irisviel any hope at all, Mordred refused this already very humble request without hesitation.

　　"You are of no use to me."

　　"I don't need a dying man."

　　Mordred said unceremoniously——but made Arturia glared at her fiercely.

　　On the other hand, Irisviel's face showed a look of sadness.

　　Does she know the fate she is about to face?

　　Judging from her reaction, she probably knew it.

　　"You are not a human being, but a little holy grail of communication with the Holy Grail system."

　　"When enough Servants leave the game, the magic of those Servants will force your body to change. Dissolve and reassemble into a real cup."

　　"But, what's the use of me asking for a broken glass? For drinking?"

　　"Or point to this cup and tell Elijah: 'Oh, this is your mother', 'You will be like this in the future'?"

　　Mordred pointed at the scared Illya and asked sarcastically.

　　He knew it was hard to hear.

　　But it was also a fact that Irisviel had to face.

　　Originally, Mordred didn't want to tell Irisviel these things.

　　But today he was in a good mood, so he was willing to explain to this stupid woman how "merciful" he was as an emperor.

　　"You are destined to become the little Holy Grail, whether you win or lose, you will never see Illya again."

　　"And the Great Holy Grail has been polluted by the evil of this world. Even if that Emiya Kiritsugu can survive, he will choose to destroy the Holy Grail for the sake of humanity~〃."

　　"At that time, the angry Einzbern will definitely imprison Illya in the castle, train her according to the specifications of the Little Holy Grail, and continue to prepare for the next Holy Grail War."

　　"And now, there are not so many worries."

　　While talking, Mordred forcibly hugged Illya who was not far away, and took a big bite at her cute little face.

　　"There is no Einzbern anymore, and she doesn't need to be that little holy grail."

　　"Even, I can help her adjust her body, so that her life span can be extended to a normal person, or even beyond a normal person, so that she can enjoy the life that a normal person should have."

　　"And in return, she just needs to be by my side from time to time and make me happy."

　　"Isn't it worth it?"

　　Mordred spread his hands and asked with a puzzled look.

　　If Illya's matter is regarded as a transaction, no matter from which point of view, Illya's side is taking a big advantage.

　　And in the current situation, Irisviel is still not satisfied, and even thinks of letting herself replace Illya, so that Illya can gain absolute freedom?

　　"How can there be such a good thing in this world?"

　　"Do you think I am my father?"

　　Mordred replied indifferently——but it made Arturia annoyed next to him.

　　At the same time, Irisviel was lost in thought.

　　Mordred stereotypes aside, Irisviel knew that every word he said was the truth.

　　For Elijah, this can indeed be regarded as a good ending.

　　Not to mention Happy-end, or at least not Bad-end.

　　But, but ah-

　　Looking at Illya's aggrieved appearance, Irisviel still felt a little unbearable.

　　She felt that as a mother, she had to do something at this time to save Ilya from the sea of misery.

　　Even, even if it can help Illya share some pain, it is good.

　　"But what can I do?"

　　Irisviel thought bitterly, feeling that she had walked into a dead end.

　　However, that is, at this time.

　　Sakura, who had been sitting beside Irisviel, suddenly spoke.

　　"Then, is there any way Basaka can help this big sister?"

　　Sakura blinked and asked expectantly.

　　"Just like helping me, Basaka will definitely be able to help her and survive this Holy Grail War, right?"

　　"Basaka is the strongest!"

　　Sakura said naturally.

　　From her words, the kind of trust in Mordred revealed, for a time, Mordred himself had a feeling of "ashamed".

　　He really didn't know, didn't know when, his image became so bright and upright.

　　To be honest, even his own daughter never trusted him so unconditionally.

　　"Hey, hey, if you say that, it will be very difficult for you not to marry me in the future!"

　　Mordred said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

　　Who would have thought that the little guy was not ambiguous at all.

　　"Okay, I must marry Basaka when I grow up!"

　　She answered loudly, in a tender yet crisp voice.For a while, Mordred was dumbfounded.

　　Mordred couldn't help but wonder how wonderful the expression on her face would have been if Lily knew that she had another "little mother" who was more than a thousand years younger than her.

　　However, for one thing, this little guy was right.

　　"I am indeed the strongest."

　　Mordred said unceremoniously, that natural appearance is called conceit on others, and "confidence" on him.

　　"I do have a way to keep you alive after the Holy Grail War (Nori Hao)."

　　"But...that's just a way."

　　"Whether it can be done... depends on you."

　　Mordred looked at Irisviel, his face finally no longer the sloppy look on his face.

　　And Irisviel's spirit was instantly lifted.

　　"what should I do?"

　　She asked bluntly, with a fiery glow in her eyes.

　　No one wants to die as long as they can live.

　　This is human nature.