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

Mordred never thought that one day he would play such a role.

"It was obviously my father who caused the trouble, but I have to come here to enlighten him... Alas, it is so difficult to be a filial child."

Under the silver armor, Mordred's expression was so helpless.

But, there was nothing he could do.

Who made Mordred born so filial and determined to be the most filial son in Britain?

When Altria had no time to take care of her, or had no intention of taking care of her at all, who else could be responsible for the task of enlightening Guinevere?

"At least, this task must not be given to Lancelot."

Looking at Guinevere's eyes, which should have been beautiful but now looked a little crazy, Modred made up his mind.

After all, in the original history, the collapse of the Kingdom of Camelot was certainly due to Modred raising the banner of rebellion.

But if we really want to talk about the root cause, it has to start from Lancelot's secret meeting with Guinevere, and the two established a"Platonic" love.

From that time on, the Knights of the Round Table were no longer worthy of their name.

"So, I am doing this for my father's good."

"Eliminating the hidden dangers of the dynasty silently - oh, I, the prince, am really too conscientious."

At this moment, Mordred, who had made up his mind to change Guinevere's twisted thoughts, felt that he was simply Altria's sweet little cotton-padded jacket.

But then again

"How can I change her twisted thoughts?"

Looking at Guinevere, whose mental state was obviously a little abnormal, Mordred made a rough plan in his mind.

As the first step of this plan,——

"At least, we must let her speak first."

Thinking so, Mordred opened the system mall, hoping to find some useful props from it.

And after a moment.

Mordred narrowed the search scope and successfully found the props that met his requirements.

"Real chocolate?"

"After eating it, will your innermost true thoughts be expressed for an hour?"

"But the price is a little expensive!"

The price of 100 points of filial piety is already high for such daily items.

If it were before, it would take Modred about a week to save up this"huge sum of money".

But now, when Modred saw his balance

"Twelve thousand points... Well, it's not bad, it's acceptable."

Because of the existence of Scathach, the"big fat sheep", Mordred has gained a lot of filial piety points in the past month, and has once again returned to the range of"ten thousand yuan households".

"confirm purchase!"

"The transaction is in progress, please wait……"

The system prompt sounded, and it flashed by.

The next moment, a chocolate ball the size of a cherry appeared in Modred's hand, emitting a particularly sweet fragrance.

After seeing this chocolate ball, Guinevere's attention was instantly attracted to it.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

"It's poison."

Mordred's answer made Guinevere shudder.

As if frightened, she subconsciously leaned back, as if trying to avoid Mordred's persecution.

However, Mordred's movements were much faster than hers.

"Eat it."

While Guinevere wasn't paying attention, Mordred stuffed the chocolate ball into her mouth, then gently held her chin with his hand, helping her chew it a few times. The terrified Guinevere tried her best to control her throat, trying not to let the chewed chocolate fall into her stomach.

However, unfortunately, chocolate is not like other foods. The property that it will melt when it encounters a little temperature allows it to easily change from solid to liquid, and finally flow into Guinevere's stomach bit by bit along her esophagus.

"So sweet!"

Guinevere, who had never tasted such sweetness before, opened her eyes wide.

Under the influence of this sweetness, she subconsciously loosened her throat to allow the remaining chocolate to fall into her stomach faster.

However, after she had eaten all the chocolate, she suddenly regretted it!

"I should have waited a little longer."

She licked her lips subconsciously, recalling the dreamlike sweetness.

At the same time, a trace of doubt rose in her heart.

"Is this really poison?"

She looked at Mordred and asked doubtfully.

In her opinion, if it was a poison used to kill people, there should be no need to make it so sweet, right?

Or is this poison actually used for suicide - to make oneself less painful when dying?

"Well, this design is quite humane."

Guinevere thought as she closed her eyes.

This strong sweetness diluted her fear of death, allowing her to face death with a more calm attitude.

However——

"It's poison indeed."

"Think about it, after taking this [poison], will you still be interested in other foods in the world?"

"Well, that's a pity - from now on, you will never be able to enjoy such delicious food again"

"That feeling must be very interesting, right?"

Mordred said with a smile.

After hearing this answer, Guinevere, who had closed her eyes and quietly waited for death, suddenly opened her eyes.

She is not a fool.

On the contrary, she is very smart.

Otherwise, Altria would not marry her back as a princess.

And now, she has guessed Mordred's true intention from Mordred's words.——

"No, you can't be so cruel!"

Guinevere stood up from her seat and protested loudly:

"What you did is really... too immoral."

It turns out that the power of sweets is great.

And on this island, which is pronounced"Britain" but written as"the birthplace of dark cuisine", the temptation of sweets is brought to the extreme!

Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other clouds are but mists.

Just as Mordred said. It would be fine if you had never tasted it

, but now, knowing clearly how delicious this"poison" is, how could Guinevere endure a future without chocolate as a companion?

"What exactly do you want?"

"tell me"

"As long as it's not too excessive, I can satisfy you."

Guinevere said seriously.

The effect of the true chocolate has begun to take effect.

P.S.: If you write like that, your book will be banned...