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

Camelot Royal City.

On the grass outside the palace, Artoria was still talking to Gareth about Mordred.

As Artoria talked, Gareth understood Artoria's plan.

"Mordred? I never heard my mother mention that name."

"But if the king wants to recruit him to your side, I can help."

Gareth said confidently.

She had reason to believe that as long as she said the words"join the Knights of the Round Table", Mordred would nod and agree impatiently.

There was no other way, because all her brothers and sisters became Knights of the Round Table without exception and joined Altria's side.

This was like something that was bound to happen.

However, Altria was not as optimistic as Gareth.

"Even you don't know his name... It seems that this child is hidden by your mother."

Altria knew what this meant.

"That Mordred may be your mother's last trump card."

Altria said so, with a trace of worry on her face.

At this moment, Morgan releasing Mordred is both a good thing and a bad thing.

It is a good thing because... the appearance of Mordred means that Morgan has reached a desperate situation.

"As long as the problem of Mordred is solved, my sister will probably not be able to plot anything again."

This thought made Altria feel relieved.

After all, it is not the thief who steals that is to be feared, but the thief who thinks about it.

But at the same time, she would not ignore the threat of Mordred because of this relaxation.

In fact, because he is Morgan's last trump card, Altria has also paid unprecedented attention to Mordred.

"He is strong"

"It can be seen that your mother must have spent a lot of time on him."

Altria recalled the previous battle with Mordred and said solemnly.

Speaking of which, Mordred's martial arts skills are not superb at all - they can even be called quite crude."

The only thing that can be praised is probably his terrifying instinct like a beast.

But at the same time, Mordred's physical strength is far beyond Altria's expectations.

"In terms of physical strength alone, he is no less than me."

"Maybe even more than me."

"And his courage... no, that was completely crazy!"

Recalling the scene when Mordred used the Sword of Promised Victory's light cannon to attack her, Altria shook her head helplessly.

She didn't know if she could do the same thing as Mordred if the roles were reversed.

""I guess it's impossible?"

Although she was unwilling to admit it,

Altria really couldn't learn Mordred's mindless rush and leave the victory or defeat to God.

At the same time, on the other hand, after listening to Altria's story, Gareth's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"A crazy knight?"

"Well, he's a pretty interesting brother."

"At least it sounds like it should be more interesting than that dead face."

The dead face here refers to Aggruwen, a guy who always has a stern face, as if everyone in the world owes him money.

To be honest, Gareth doesn't even think that guy is her brother.

She has always believed that brothers must be cute.

However, facing her statement, Altria"objected" very rarely:

"Sir Gareth, please don't say that."

"Lord Agguiwen is just too busy."

Thinking back to Agguiwen's pale face, Altria rarely felt a sense of"I'm sorry"，"I feel sorry for him".

But there is no way.

Who made him Altria's secretary? He is also the only one among all the Knights of the Round Table who has the ability to handle government affairs?

All the things that Altria sorted out need him to convey and execute.

Twenty-four hours a day, at least eighteen hours a day. No matter what time it is, once an emergency occurs, you have to get up and work immediately.

And you have to stick to your post every day all year round.

In this case - no one really thinks he can be"interesting", right?

Being alive is already a very remarkable thing, okay?

"Well, anyway, I just don't like him very much.……"

Gareth muttered quietly, not changing his mind about Aggravin at all because of Altria's intercession.

This is probably the Knights of the Round Table.

A group of guys who are almost as stubborn as Altria.

Everyone follows Altria with their own ideals - harmony but difference is their biggest feature.

"Okay, Wang, don't worry."

""Next time you meet that Mordred, leave him to me!"

Gareth promised Altria solemnly.

And the magical thing is.

Just as her voice fell, Altria, who was smiling, had no time to respond.——

"Ah!"

A burst of hoarse screams suddenly came from the palace garden, which made Altria and Gareth shudder.

""Help!"

Under Mordred's instruction, Guinevere screamed desperately.

To be honest, her voice was not loud, and she just relied on the shrillness of her throat to force the tone to rise.

However, for Altria and Gareth, this was enough.

They were both excellent knights, and any slight movement could not be hidden from their ears.

"Here he comes!"

Gareth looked at Altria, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

She didn't expect that Mordred would come so soon.

"Could it be that he had been guarding the palace the whole time, and went in directly after seeing me leave?"

Gareth complained silently in her heart - she didn't understand what the point of Mordred's behavior was.

If he wanted to pick a fight, why would he bother? He could just walk in through the main entrance!

And a moment later.

When Gareth ran into the garden to ask Mordred this question——

"Life, after all, has to have some sense of ritual."

As Mordred spoke, he held Frostmourne in his hand against Guinevere's neck, showing a threatening look.

The cold air emanating from the sword made Guinevere shiver.

"But I didn't say"

"Are you willing to let such a beautiful queen stay alone in such a big palace?"、

"Isn't that a bit too heartful?"

"If you really don't want her, why not give her to me?"

"I like her very much."

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