Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　At this moment, Mordred, who was inspired by this basket of potatoes, suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to play this game that started on Hell difficulty.

　　……

　　evening.

　　With the sun gradually going down, Morgan, who had been busy all day, also appeared in this isolated forest on time.

　　However, what surprised Mordred a little was that Morgan was carrying a basket of food tonight.

　　This is not a normal thing.

　　It stands to reason that at night, Morgan would throw him directly into the dark forest and let him hunt by himself.

　　In Morgan's words, it's a martial arts practice.

　　But in contrast, Mordred is more convinced that this is actually because Morgan does not understand the practice of swordsmanship, so he can only use this method to hone his martial arts.

　　Fortunately, this body copied from Artoria is still reliable.

　　The strong physique and magic power beyond common sense gave Mordred the capital to fight the beasts in a very short period of time, and the ancestral intuition gave Mordred the ability to defeat those beasts.

　　After a month of hard work, Mordred is now the top predator in this forest.

　　What Mordred didn't know, though.It was because of his rapid progress that Morgan had another illusion.

　　"It seems... the next stage of training can be carried out."

　　Morgan thought so, and showed Mordred a bright smile.

　　"Eat, my dear boy."

　　"When you're full, I'll take you to a fun place."

　　"???".

Chapter 5

　　Camelot, Chalk City.

　　The king's government hall is still brightly lit.

　　The chief magician of the court floated in quietly and reported two things to the king who did not know what hard work was.

　　A small thing, a big thing.

　　"The Saxons of the South seem to have come across the sea again."

　　This is the sequela left by the humble king Vortigern - although Artoria has successfully killed Vortigern, these Saxons are like hyenas who smell blood and will not leave easily.

　　However, for Artoria, this is a small matter.

　　"It doesn't matter, the southern defense line is guarded by Lord Tristan and Lord Bedivere. If it is the two of them, the current supplies are enough to last for more than a month."

　　Knowing people and being responsible is probably the quality that all excellent kings have in common.

　　Although Artoria will be left with an "unintelligible" evaluation by Tristan in the future, no one can do better than her if she just puts the right person in the right position.

　　In this regard, even Merlin did not have much opinion.

　　"Tristan and Bedivere? Indeed, they are the perfect match."

　　These two people, one emotional and one rational, one powerful and the other serious and meticulous, are indeed the best combination.

　　"Then what's the big deal?"

　　Arturia continued to ask.

　　However, what Artoria did not expect was.

　　When she asked this question, the smile on Merlin's face gradually disappeared.

　　This made her subconsciously put down the quill in her hand.

　　"Is it that serious?"

　　she asked involuntarily.

　　This was the first time she had seen it, and Merlin, who never knew what seriousness was, showed such a serious look.

　　In response, Merlin nodded and replied very seriously:

　　"Yes, it's really serious."

　　"King, what you need to know is."

　　"You haven't slept with the princess for a full month."

　　The so-called woman is probably a creature made of trouble.

　　You can't do it when you're cold, and she can't do it when you're hot.

　　Be lukewarm to her, let alone.

　　From this point of view, Artoria, who is the king, voluntarily gave up her gender may be a wise move.

　　However, the real problem is that.Her actions can only treat the symptoms rather than the root causes.

　　"I haven't slept with the princess for a whole month... If outsiders know about this, it is very likely that there will be some rumors that shake the foundation of the kingdom."

　　"Even if there are no weird rumors, it is an inexplicably cruel thing for Guinevere."

　　Merlin said with a serious face, as if he knew a lot about women.

　　At the same time, Artoria's face also showed a rather decadent look.

　　"Guinevere...?"

　　She lay on the table and tapped lightly on the table with her fingers, and she was no longer full of the spirit of burying her head and working hard.

　　In a sense, the reason why she worked hard in this government hall for a month was actually avoiding Guinevere and not wanting to embarrass each other so much.

　　But now, her court magician told her that her approach would not solve any problems at all.

　　On the contrary, it will make things between her and Guinevere even more irreconcilable.

　　"I see."

　　The reinvigorated Wang sighed deeply, then stood up from his seat and left the room with a resolute gesture.

　　seriously.

　　Even when she was about to attack Votigen, Artoria's mood might not be as heavy as it is now.

　　However, Artoria was surprised.

　　Just as she walked out of the government affairs hall and was about to step into the back garden of the palace, she suddenly heard a shrill and sharp cry:

　　"Help!"

　　It was a woman's cry for help.

　　Arturia's heart sank instantly.

　　In this palace, besides her, there is only one woman left.

　　"Guinevere!!!"

　　……

　　Camelot, in the back garden of the kingdom.

　　The pale-faced Guinevere looked at the "assassin" whose whole body was covered in red armor, and there was an unprecedented fear in his eyes.

　　Facing the pair of icy iron palms covering her, she subconsciously wanted to resist.

　　However, the scream just now seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

　　At this moment, she is already six gods and no masters, and she can only be like a fish on a chopping board, paralyzed on the cold red armor.While feeling the coldness that invaded the bone marrow, he was slaughtered by others.

　　Guinevere, who had never been on the battlefield, naturally attributed this coldness to [killing intent].

　　But she will never know.

　　If it's just about fear, then the assassin who covers his entire body under his armor is actually no worse than her at all.

　　"Hey, mother, don't bring such a pit son!"

　　Looking at the terrified Princess Camelot in front of him, Mordred said that he had [-] words to say.

　　He swears, he really didn't do anything to this Guinevere.

　　The woman was already lying in the garden when he was brought here by Morgan's magic.

　　And when the ignorant Mordred held a curious attitude and planned to test this woman.This woman actually woke up by coincidence.

　　And directly identified him as an assassin who broke into the palace with the intention of plotting against the queen.

　　At this time, Mordred was convinced that this must be the masterpiece of his mother.

　　"Being able to sneak into the heavily guarded Camelot Palace quietly, and cast a drowsy potion on the queen of the knight king... Queen Mother, Queen Mother, if you have the ability, go directly to your sister. Isn't it good?"

　　Mordred expressed great indignation at Morgan's "persimmons must be soft".

　　Only, in the next moment.

　　When Mordred felt an extremely powerful magic burst from behind him, he already understood Morgan's true intentions.

　　[Ding, special mission released. 】

　　[Task name: Mother's Trial. 】

　　[Task introduction: In order to prove your strength, and to continue to hone your skills.Your mother specially prepared a powerful enemy for you.Now, prove yourself in this battle! 】

　　[Task requirements: Prove yourself in this battle. 】

　　【mission rewards:? ? ? (depending on combat performance). 】

　　"If you want me to die, just say it outright? Why be so oblivious!".

Chapter 6