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

"You are so mean!"

Deep in the forest, in the castle where Mordred hid.

Looking at the parchment in Altria's hand and the expression on Altria's face that was a hundred times uglier than stealing her lunch, Mordred instantly understood whose conspiracy this was.

A trap like this that uses the method of playing with people's hearts to mentally attack the enemy is definitely not something that a naive person like Guinevere can design.

Even Morgan couldn't design it. If she had such a brain, her revenge plan would have succeeded long ago, and she wouldn't have to wait for so many years in a roundabout way, and finally have to use Mordred's hand to complete her revenge plan.

Scathach and CC are the only two people who might have come up with this design.

But Scathach absolutely disdains to use such a devilish trick.

That is an old woman with a somewhat abnormal mind, who always wants to poke everything with the spear in her hand. If she were to design the trap, I'm afraid she would go down personally and use her own���

Only CC, a witch who has lived for more than 500 years and has seen through people's hearts, has the ability and brains to design this simple but extremely sophisticated [potato trap]. Facing Mordred's praise, CC's expression was quite calm:

"I still made a mistake"

"That basket of potatoes was originally designed according to the appetite of three people."

This is also a matter of course.

After all, even God could not have imagined that Gawain and Gareth would sacrifice themselves to help Altria pass the previous trap.

This made CC feel a little nervous.

Fortunately, Altria's appetite did not disappoint her.

"Being able to eat six potatoes raw in a row... Is her stomach made of iron?"

CC complained silently in his heart, and was amazed at the iron stomach of the King of Britain.

At the same time, Mordred's face showed a natural smile:

"Of course!"

"That's my father!"

He said loudly, as if it was something to be proud of.

In Mordred's heart, no matter what happened, Altria's image was glorious and her status was unshakable.

CC laughed.

"As long as you are happy."

She knew Mordred's ultimate goal!

……

Ignore the weird atmosphere in the castle for now.

Meanwhile, in the training ground.

Holding the parchment in her hand, Artoria suddenly had an urge to take out Longominiard and destroy the world.

She was tired and didn't want to play with these evils anymore. Why not just die together and put an end to it all.

But, of course.

As a king with lofty ideals, such thoughts only floated in Artoria's mind for a few seconds before she extinguished them herself.

She was determined to become the perfect king, so how could she give up on herself because of such a difficulty.

"Calm down, Artoria, calm down!"

Artoria stretched out her hands, patted her cheeks, and forced herself to calm down.

"Someone must be joking with me...Yes, it must be a joke"

"Otherwise, who would put the instruction manual of something at the bottom of the basket!"

Intelligent Artoria quickly realized that something was wrong.

Looking at the parchment in her hand, she was sure that this must be a joke played by someone to dampen her mentality.

But then again……

"Ahhh, how can there be such boring people in this world!"

Even after seeing through the truth, Artoria's mood could not calm down again.

There was nothing she could do about it.

In the final analysis, all of the above things were her own guesses - no matter how close to the truth, before getting a definite answer, this guess is doubtful.

In this case, this piece of parchment directly became a burden, hanging firmly in Artoria's heart.

This burden is not heavy, but it is very conspicuous, which prevents Artoria from fighting wholeheartedly and she must devote part of her energy to worrying about"potatoes".

In this way, CC's purpose is achieved.

"A strong man like the Knight King has an indestructible will and it is absolutely impossible to be defeated directly."

"Therefore, they could only weaken her by other means, divert her attention, and prevent her from exerting her full strength, thus increasing the possibility of victory for their side."

Looking at Altria who was slowly moving forward in the sandbox, CC's expression was very calm.

Just like a hermit who had transcended the world and would not be moved by external things.

But Mordred could clearly see the joy in her eyes.

It can be seen that she was happy that she had successfully helped Mordred.

"Really, can't you be more honest?"

""Is it fun to act like a sultry guy every day?"

Mordred muttered softly. His voice was not loud, but it could reach CC and Guinevere's ears accurately.

Then, CC, with an expressionless face, stretched out his right fist and hit Mordred's head hard three times.

Mordred knew that this meant that he had to go to CC's room in the middle of the night to learn his skills.

"You bad woman"

"Tonight, let me show you what I can do to you!"

Mordred thought proudly in his heart - and turned back to look at the sand table.

At this time, after passing through several traps that were more decorative than practical, Altria finally succeeded in reaching the exit of the maze.

And here, there was also the final boss guarding the maze, waiting for her arrival.

"How stupid!"

Looking at the slowly approaching figure, Vortigern, who had been waiting here for a long time, showed a very impatient look.

She didn't know why she had to play such a stupid game with a poor kid.

Moreover, if it was just this stupid game, it would be fine.

She still had to follow Mordred's instructions and recite the stupid lines.

However, there was no other way.

Considering the soul fire held in Mordred's hand, Vortigern could only cooperate with Mordred's performance at this moment no matter how unwilling she was.

"My name is Deathwing, my destiny is to destroy the world……"