Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　It's just that she is a little regretful.This should be a very romantic knight's story, but it is not complete.

　　"Ah, the king is also a woman."

　　She raised her head and looked at Arturia who was fighting earnestly in the distance, with a hint of sadness on her face.

　　Although only for a month.

　　But on her body, the cruelty of the word "destiny" is already vividly displayed.

　　……

　　Aside from Guinevere, who was thinking about it.

　　Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the center of the garden.

　　The battle between Arturia and Mordred was definitely not as "romantic" as Guinevere imagined.

　　Even, quite the opposite.

　　What unfolded between Artoria and Mordred was a wild and dangerous battle that even lions and tigers could not avoid.

　　Every time it collided, a strong magic shock wave would be generated.And in this way to prove that the battle in front of us is not a field that humans can set foot on.

　　"It's almost like two dragons are fighting."

　　Merlin sighed as he looked at the land that was devastated by the aftermath of the battle between the two.

　　On his side, Morgan's performance is more natural:

　　"They are dragons themselves."

　　There is nothing wrong with this statement.

　　The core of Artoria, who was conceived in a conceptual way, was a pseudo-heart made from a magic furnace—in other words, she was actually a dragon in human skin.

　　Based on Artoria's genes, Mordred, who was forcibly [copied] by Morgan, can be regarded as Artoria's fake.

　　"Although there is still a slight defect in life form, is it basically equivalent to Artoria in terms of its own basic abilities?"

　　"No, it should be said that the ability to forcibly exchange it is improved at the cost of the defect in life?"

　　"It's amazing, Your Royal Highness."

　　To this day, when facing Morgan, Merlin still retains the old habit of addressing him.

　　In the face of Merlin's compliment, Morgan smiled disdainfully, without any self-satisfaction in his eyebrows.

　　"What's so great about this?"

　　"Compared with the teacher's masterpiece, this is just a work that is not on the table."

　　This is a great truth.

　　Compared with Arturia, Mordred is not a good work in any way.

　　however--

　　"No, I'm not talking about this kid."

　　"It refers to your desire for revenge, Her Royal Highness."

　　Merlin shook his head silently, as if he was sighing about something.

　　At the same time, Morgan's face instantly turned black, looking extremely unhappy.

　　Of course she heard the sarcasm in Merlin's words:

　　"A bad woman who wants to abuse herself for revenge, completely degenerate."

　　This was probably what Merlin wanted to convey to her.

　　However, as of now, Morgan no longer wants to have too much entanglement with Merlin on this issue.

　　"The mistake has happened and we can't go back."

　　As Morgan spoke, he raised his head and looked at the thin figure in the distance who was fighting against Arturia.

　　She had already seen that Mordred was about to lose his hold.

　　"Well, it's not bad."

　　Morgan gave Mordred a passing score.

　　To be honest, Mordred was able to hold on to Arturia's hands for so long, which was beyond Morgan's expectations.

　　When she thought about it, Mordred, who was fighting Artoria for the first time, was successful if he could wield his weapon.

　　However, in the next instant.

　　Just when Morgan, who had achieved his goal, was thinking about how to take Mordred out of this garden.

　　An accident, but it directly interrupted her thinking.

　　Even, not only her.

　　Facing this "accident", even the Magician of Flowers, who claims to have everything under his control, showed a rare trace of panic.

　　"That is……"

　　Looking at the translucent figure gradually emerging from the long sword in Mordred's hand, Morgan and Merlin exclaimed at the same time:

　　"Father?!"

　　"King Uther?!"

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Chapter 8

　　Frostmourne.

　　A magic sword with ominous powers.

　　Facing the coldness that seemed to freeze the soul, and the curse that would take effect at no time, even Arturia had to be careful.

　　This is also the main reason why Artoria has not been able to win Mordred.

　　This troublesome magic sword, coupled with Mordred's intuition sharper than that of a beast - Mordred in battle is like a hedgehog, making Arturia unable to speak.

　　But then again.

　　If it is only this level, this Frostmourne is not qualified to be called a [Demon Sword].

　　After all, [Frozen] and [Curse] are disgusting, but they are far from breaking the taboo.

　　What really qualifies this weapon [Magic Sword] is its special ability.

　　[Special skills: Undead natural disaster. 】

　　[Skill effect: After the skill is activated, an army of undead is created from the current environment for the master of the magic sword to send. 】

　　This is a rather vaguely described skill - before that, Mordred couldn't even understand what it meant to [create an army of undead from the current environment].

　　He has never tried to use this skill.

　　After all, his strength is already strong enough, even if he does not use weapons to fight the beasts in the forest, he is confident to defeat them.

　　But now, in the face of a powerful enemy like Arturia, Mordred can no longer be as big as before.

　　"You have to give it your all."

　　"Otherwise, you won't even be able to touch the corners of her clothes."

　　Mordred, who realized that there was indeed an insurmountable gap between the two sides, directly opened his last trump card.

　　An ominous black aura bloomed from the magic sword.

　　Then, in Mordred's astonishment and Artoria's angry eyes, the black aura emanating from the magic sword actually condensed into one silhouette after another.

　　These figures are clad in armor and armed with weapons.Looks like a well-trained army.

　　And in front of this army, there is a general-like character, riding on a black flame burning skeleton horse, staring at Artoria in front of him with a very relieved look.

　　"Yes, have you succeeded?"

　　The hoarse voice came out of the undead knight's mouth, which directly shocked Artoria's body.

　　At this moment, no one explained to her.

　　But she didn't need any explanation either.

　　Because the face in front of her, which seemed to be carved out of the same mold, already explained all the truth.

　　"You guy-"

　　Artoria, who held the holy sword, stared at Mordred, whose whole body was covered in armor, with an angry gaze, and her voice trembled a little.

　　It was a trembling from extreme anger:

　　"You dare to blaspheme the souls of the dead!!!"

　　Yes.

　　No doubt.

　　The undead knight in front of him was Artoria's father.

　　Uther Pandoragon.

　　And it was at this moment that Mordred finally understood what the phrase "create the undead army from the current environment" meant.

　　"Is that so?"

　　Through Frostmourne in his hand, Mordred has clearly perceived what these undead have experienced in their lifetime.

　　"The battle of the two dragons, the army was defeated and killed, the body died and the country was destroyed, and the soul of the dead lingered..."

　　This is the history of the city.

　　It was a sad history before Arturia's victory over Vortigern.