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

"In just one month, he has become so strong?"

Looking at Gareth with blood flowing from his left hand, Altria sighed silently in her heart.

She didn't care about Gareth's injury - on this mysterious island, this level of injury could only be attributed to [skin injury].

In comparison, it was the power displayed by Mordred that made Guinevere more concerned.

"This ability to precisely control his own strength... Compared to what he was a month ago, he was like a completely different person."

Among the people present, Artoria was the only one who knew what the battle just now was about.

"The battle had already begun when he spoke to Gareth"

"He is deliberately provoking Gareth - just like he deliberately provoked me before."It 's a familiar routine, tried and tested.

But this is not the point.

Altria has personally experienced how annoying Mordred is.

Therefore, let alone Gareth.

Even Altria herself cannot guarantee that if she faces Mordred again, she will be able to control her emotions and not let those unnecessary emotions affect the outcome of the battle.

On the other hand.

What really shocked Altria was Mordred's absolute control over his own strength.

He announced his offensive route and offensive target to Gareth in an almost humiliating manner - and turned this humiliation into reality with powerful practical actions.

"One month... can a person really transform to this extent?"

Looking at the armored knight in front of her, Artoria felt as if she had met a cheater.

In fact, if it weren't for the arrogant attitude that was still so familiar and hadn't changed at all, Artoria almost suspected that the knight hidden under the armor was not the previous Mordred, but another person.

After all, this was too incredible.

The gap between humans and monkeys is just like this, right?

Artoria thought doubtfully.

At the same time, Mordred ignored Gareth, who had temporarily lost his ability to fight, and set his sights on Artoria.

"What, what are you hesitating about? Come over here quickly!"

"Are you afraid of becoming my enemy?"

"Hahaha, if you are really scared, just admit it openly. Lord Mordred will be merciful and let you go!"

Mordred laughed loudly.

For a moment, Altria couldn't tell whether this guy was really stupid or was deliberately provoking her in this way.

But... never mind.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Altria took a deep breath and quickly walked to Gareth's side, patted her on the shoulder, and asked her to go find a doctor to treat her injuries.

Then, she strode in front of Mordred and stood in a serious posture.

The holy sword was raised, and the golden light illuminated this bright night, and temporarily dispelled the darkness in Guinevere's heart.

Guinevere, who had been pushed aside by Mordred, looked at the king who was emitting glory with a dull look, and an expectant expression appeared on her face.

She stretched out her hand and tried to touch the dazzling light.

But, for some reason.

Just when her arm was halfway out, it suddenly stopped.

Her hand stayed in the air, watching Altria's figure gradually go away.

The expectant expression disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by a painful and hideous look.

"So... we are not from the same world at all?"

Her vision was shattered, and Guinevere finally discovered the somewhat cruel truth for her: from the very beginning, she was not someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Altria.

She was just a pure woman who relied on her good looks to get to the top!

""I'm sorry, King."

She expressed her regret to Altria again.

But this time, her regret was calmer.

She knew she was wrong.

But, as Mordred said, she couldn't turn back.

And, most importantly, she didn't want to turn back now.

……

On the battlefield.

At this moment, Artoria had no time to care about Guinevere's emotional changes.

She was always pure when she entered the battle posture.

Until she defeated her opponent, she only had fighting in her heart.

""Altria Pendragon, please teach me."

In front of Mordred, Altria showed a very standard appearance that knights would show in a duel.

As a perfect king, she was almost demanding of herself. Everything had to be in line with the most perfect standards and could not be found wrong by others.

At the same time, on the other hand,

Altria could also truly feel that when she said the four words"please teach me", Mordred's aura suddenly changed.

The arrogance and arrogance just now were gone.

Instead, there was a kind of coldness that seemed to freeze the air.

The blue-white light emanated from the weapon in Mordred's hand, but it formed a very sharp contrast with Altria, who was wrapped in golden light.

Then, Altria could feel it more clearly.

In the dark night sky, there was a powerful energy that was constantly gestating, and it exuded a powerful and suffocating pressure faintly.

"Is it the power of that sword again?"

"What will he summon this time?"

Looking at the Frostmourne in Mordred's hand, Artoria was already prepared.

She swore that even if Mordred brought out her dead father again, she would never be defeated by this matter and lose the rules of the battle. The perfect king would make mistakes, but he would never fall in the same place twice.

However, in the next moment, when a huge black shadow that could be called covering the sky and the sun gradually appeared in front of Artoria, even though Artoria had made enough psychological preparations in her heart, she still felt incredible and was almost defeated by this enemy.

Because this enemy was no one else.

It was her greatest enemy in this life who was killed in this city by her with the holy spear Rongomyniad a year ago!

White Dragon King, Vortigern!

"Are you crazy?"

"How dare you revive him?!"

Artoria shouted, as if scolding a naughty child who didn't know how much trouble he had caused.

At the same time, the weapon in Artoria's hand changed instantly. The holy sword with the contract of victory disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by the holy spear emitting the light of the end.

Mordred looked at the holy spear and subconsciously shuddered.

PS: Thanks to [zalthy] for the monthly ticket support.