Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　After being undead, he was able to maintain his sanity and roared angrily at Mordred who was standing above his head.

　　"You are seeking your own death!"

　　Votigeng roared angrily, and tried his best to twist his body that had no flesh and blood, leaving only the bones of the bones, trying to throw off Mordred who was standing on her back.

　　She couldn't bear it, she was always on top, even when she died, she never bowed her head to anyone.After death, he will be dominated by a human.

　　And, more importantly.

　　From this human being, she also felt the disgusting bloodline belonging to the [Red Dragon].

　　For her, this incident is a great shame!

　　But Mordred didn't see it that way.

　　"You don't have any momentum when you say those words."

　　"It doesn't fit your identity at all."

　　Standing on the back of the White Dragon King, Mordred, who had successfully worked as a dragon knight once, felt the night wind whistling past his ears.

　　"I still recommend that you revise your lines."

　　"But I have a ready-made one here. If you really can't think of it, you can use it directly."

　　Mordred said loudly—then, without waiting for Votigen’s consent, he read to himself that the sentence was also from “World of Warcraft”, but it was far better than the sentence [You are this Looking for a dead end] to more classic lines:

　　"My name is Deathwing, the destroyer of destiny, the end of all things, unstoppable and irreversible."

　　The domineering voice came from Votigen's back - the voice mixed with magic power was so loud, it directly shook the fire of the soul in Votigeng's head, and was almost not affected by the voice. The whole fainted.

　　At the same time, in the royal city of Camelot.

　　The same people who heard this voice came out of the house one after another.Unanimously raised his head and looked at the sky.

　　They wanted to see which bastard was going crazy, staying up in the middle of the night and disturbing his sleep.

　　And then, they saw it.

　　A huge undead bone dragon that can cover the entire royal city with the shadow created by its own body.

　　And, the classic slogan that was enough to make people's spirits collapse instantly, causing the residents of the entire royal city to instantly fall into a huge panic:

　　"I, the cataclysm!!!"

　　Mordred almost used his best strength to shout out this sentence.

　　And when he shouted these words out of his chest, there was only one feeling in his whole body.

　　That is cool!

　　"Yes, I am the Cataclysm."

　　Mordred, who felt that he was transparent, repeated this sentence very quietly.

　　Only this time, he didn't say it for Vortigern.

　　but for himself.

　　He remembered, before he crossed.People like to call players of a certain game the "Fourth Calamity".

　　This is because those players will use a lot of extra-game means in order to achieve the victory of the game.Get the thrill at the cost of greatly disrupting the balance of the game.

　　And now, when Mordred shouted the phrase "I am the cataclysm", there was such a clear understanding in his heart:

　　"For games, players are a natural disaster."

　　"And for this world... as a transmigrator, why isn't it a natural disaster?"

　　He is also a cataclysm.

　　Moreover, it is the biggest cataclysm in this world.

　　He who has crossed into this world and does not want to surrender to his own destiny is destined to change this era beyond recognition.

　　and so--

　　"Pray, mortals!"

　　Mordred, who was standing on Votigeg's back, commanded Votigeg to descend quickly, while loudly declaring his "evil" to the people in the city.

　　"Now, the natural disaster has come!"

　　……

　　Camelot Royal City, in the garden of the Royal Palace.

　　Artoria, who was standing in the garden, did not panic like the residents outside.

　　Because she believed that her knight, whether it was the unreliable Kai, or the always reliable Argonaut, had the ability to maintain the order of the royal city with her prestige and let the city It will not collapse instantly because of the attack of fear.

　　On the other hand, Artoria focused most of her attention on the undead dragon that was attacking her quickly.

　　She felt strange.

　　After all, in some cases, it is not the size that can dominate.

　　In the current situation, Artoria only needs to stab the holy spear in her hand towards the front, and she can [-]% stab the undead dragon.

　　At that time, the undead dragon will naturally be destroyed by the power of the holy spear.

　　And Artoria does not believe that Mordred can't think of this.

　　"so."

　　"Is this just... bluffing?"

　　With that extraordinary intuition, Arturia made a very accurate judgment.

　　But such a judgment is meaningless.

　　Because at the moment when she made her judgment, Mordred's purpose had been achieved.

　　The bone dragon flying close to the ground at high speed caused a black gale that made people unable to open their eyes.

　　And when the black gust of wind dissipated—

　　The bone dragon in the sky is gone.

　　And Guinevere, who was supposed to be standing in the garden, disappeared along with the bone dragon that disappeared.

　　"!!!"

　　PS: Thanks to [Oreki] for the monthly pass support.

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Chapter 40

　　Over the British Isles.

　　Mordred, who escaped from the capital of Camelot, rode this huge bone dragon and flew westward all the way.

　　But of course.

　　He wouldn't admit that he ran away because he was afraid of the Lungominiade!

　　He just felt that since he had traveled into this moon-shaped world full of mystery and metaphysics, it would be better to respect the so-called "fate".

　　Guinevere, on the other hand, looked at Mordred with a very disdainful look.

　　Mordred, who has always been cheeky, blushed, and had to forcefully explain—

　　"I call this a strategic move, understand?"

　　In the face of Guinevere's questioning gaze, Mordred explained with a sigh of relief:

　　"It's not good for either of us if we fight there."

　　"I am the crown prince of Camelot, the one who is destined to inherit the inheritance of the father and the king in the future. And the people in that city will definitely become my subjects in the future."

　　"I can't kill all my people and force myself to become a bare commander?"

　　There is no doubt that this is a fallacy.

　　But at the same time, Guinevere had to admit.

　　From Mordred's point of view, these fallacies do seem to make some sense.

　　And, more importantly, that.

　　Because of her betrayal of Arturia, Guinevere's heart is very, very chaotic now.

　　So much so that she had no time to be distracted and think about so many things.

　　What should I do in the future?

　　"Will the king come to save me?"

　　"I...do I still want to go with the king?"

　　"If I don't go with her, am I going to live with this guy in the future..."

　　"I'm really a bad woman to do such a shameful thing... Father, I'm a shame for you."

　　Guinevere thought, closing her eyes.

　　The undead bone dragon flew very fast, and the whistling wind made Guinevere's body center of gravity involuntarily shifted towards Mordred's body.

　　She was just like that, snuggling in Mordred's arms.The cold wind around her contrasted sharply with the warm chest, making her gradually familiar with the feeling of being able to rely on someone.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When the speed of the undead bone dragon gradually slowed down, a green forest gradually emerged from Guinevere's eyes:

　　"Don't leave me!"

　　Just when Mordred took Guinevere off the bone dragon and walked slowly towards the castle in the forest——

　　Guinevere, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

　　"Please don't leave me alone!"

　　She begged so—the request was so humble that Mordred was embarrassed to even see it as a [price].