Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

Camelot Palace.

In Guinevere's room.

Guinevere, lying on the bed, looked at the ceiling that she had almost memorized completely, her eyes were quite dull.

At the same time, her tears were desperately flowing down.

She thought, maybe she regretted it.

"I shouldn't have quarreled with Gareth."

Guinevere reflected deeply on what she had done before, and naturally found that the main cause of this dispute was most likely on her.

Gareth, who accepted Altria's mission, just wanted to better complete the"mission of protecting Guinevere" and proposed to become Guinevere's personal bodyguard.

And, if you think about it carefully, this is probably what the king himself meant.

Otherwise, Altria could have sent stronger Knights of the Round Table to serve as Guinevere's guard. There was no need to specially select the only female knight in the Knights of the Round Table to play the role of"Princess Guard".

Since she is a woman, there are not so many inconveniences. Naturally, she can be closer to Guinevere.

From this aspect, Altria Altria's considerations are quite thoughtful.

However, the real problem is that Altria, who is thoughtful, has overlooked the human heart.

From a life perspective, arranging Gareth to be Guinevere's bodyguard is indeed the best choice.

However, if it is from a spiritual perspective. Who can understand Guinevere's inner collapse?

Every morning when she wakes up, Gareth's face comes into view.

For the next whole day, Gareth will follow Guinevere closely like a shadow, and will never separate.

And in the end, it is time to go to bed. Guinevere will fall asleep under Gareth's gaze again.

In this case, it would be strange if Guinevere did not dream of Gareth at night. The real problem is that——

"The person I dreamed of was the king!"

For a whole month, Guinevere only dreamed of Altria three times.

And she dreamed of Gareth fifteen times.

How could Guinevere not feel overwhelmed by such a situation?

So, she couldn't bear it any longer, so she found a random reason today and had a big quarrel with Gareth.

But then again.

The moment the angry Gareth turned around and left the palace, Guinevere realized that she seemed to have done something wrong.

After all, she was not the kind of unreasonable person - she just lost control of her reason temporarily because of the long-term accumulation of negative emotions.

"I'd better apologize to her tomorrow."

Guinevere thought silently in her heart.

As the princess of Altria, even if this marriage was just a facade, her responsibilities as a princess were real.

She absolutely could not let misunderstandings between the Knights of the Round Table and the royal family occur because of her ridiculous selfishness, thus laying the groundwork for the collapse of the kingdom.

"However, it would be better if she could apologize to me after apologizing and not get so close to me in the future."

Guinevere, lying on the bed, felt the long-lost [freedom] of no longer being closely watched by others, and her eyes gradually regained their luster.

"I must dream of the king, I must dream of the king, I must dream of the king."

With this strong wish, Guinevere gently closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Unfortunately, just as Guinevere's consciousness gradually emerged in the dream and began to try to find Altria's trace.

In the real world, an iron hand stretched out from the darkness and firmly clamped Guinevere's shoulder in a way that could be called [brutal]. Then, by shaking her wildly, she forcibly pulled Guinevere's consciousness back from the dream world.

""Hmm~"

Guinevere, who still didn't know what was going on, hummed softly and reluctantly opened her hazy eyes.

However, in the next moment, when the hideous armor gradually came into Guinevere's eyes, the sleepiness that remained in Guinevere disappeared instantly.

""Ah!"

She opened her mouth and instinctively wanted to scream.

But for some reason, when she was ready to scream, her subconscious reminded her not to do so.

"Anyway, I am not his target... I will not be in danger."

"Why not let him take me with him and see where he will take me?"

Here, Guinevere admitted that she had a little selfishness.

She wanted Altria to care about her a little more.

Even, to do something specifically for her.

So, at the very end. She was obviously very aggressive, but she only uttered a weak"ah" with more symbolic meaning than practical meaning.

And Mordred just thought that Guinevere had not woken up completely, so she looked so listless.

"Good evening, Queen."

In front of Guinevere, Mordred greeted Guinevere very"enthusiastically" as if he had met an old friend who had not seen her for a long time.

However, because of the armor on the outside, the voice that should have been full of energy sounded a little muffled:

"I'm sorry to inform you that you've been captured by me again."

"In addition, for your own safety, I suggest you not to engage in meaningless resistance."

"After all, such a beautiful face... it would be a pity if it was scratched like this."

Mordred whispered - at the same time, in order to create a terrifying atmosphere, he even took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and gently brushed Guinevere's face.

He had reason to believe that there should be no woman in the world who could ignore such a threat.

But in the next moment, when Mordred met Guinevere's eyes, he realized that he was wrong.

There was no fear in Guinevere's eyes.

There was only madness that ordinary people could not understand.

"Disfigurement? If there is no other option, this seems to be a good choice.……"

Guinevere muttered quietly.

In order to gain Altria's attention, she had almost become completely crazy.

As long as she could get Altria's attention, even self-harm seemed not so unacceptable.

"Ding"

"Urgent task release"

"Mission requirements: In order to stabilize the harmonious family relationship, please try to persuade Guinevere to dispel her idea of attracting your father's attention by self-harming."

"Mission Reward: Filial Piety Value x500"

"……"