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

Vortigern's lines are classic.

But in comparison, Mordred still thinks that the scene where Vortigern was stabbed by Rungomyniad is more classic.

"Miserable"

"It's so miserable!"

Mordred looked at Vortigern who was fighting with Altria, and a few crocodile tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't know what it felt like to fight with Longomyniad, and he didn't want to know what it felt like.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Mordred made such a decision:

"If there is such an opportunity again in the future, let me, the second uncle, take charge!"

"After all, she is familiar with it and has experience."

Mordred lowered his head, looking down at Vortigern who was fighting with Artoria, and sighed.

A surprising fact.

In the battle with Artoria, as time passed, Vortigern gradually stabilized his body, and no longer had the shaky feeling before.

Although he was still in a weak position, he defended it in a very methodical way. For a while, Artoria actually felt that she had strength but nowhere to use it.

Could it be that she really had experience because she had fought with Artoria so many times?

"No, absolutely not."

Looking at Altria in front of her, Vortigern shook her head silently.

Others may not know, but she knew it clearly in her heart.

If she was alive, her strength should be on par with Altria.

In fact, if she was facing Altria who did not take out the Holy Lance, she could even suppress her.

But now.

Vortigern, who was resurrected by Frostmourne, lost the blood of the [White Dragon King], and her strength dropped sharply.

In terms of strength, she is now only a mid-level legendary (level 46). She can't even beat Mordred.

Not to mention Altria Pandragon, who has passed the growth period and officially entered the complete state.

As a living Altria, her strength can only get stronger and stronger.

And in this case, if she can still tie with herself... then there is only one possibility!

"Are you looking down on me? Arthur!"

Vortigern roared angrily during a break in the battle.

She found that the Red Dragon's family was more annoying than the other.

A witch who thought she was very capable but was actually arrogant.

A brat who was good at annoying people but didn't know how annoying he was.

Now, there was another arrogant knight king.

"If that's all... then I'm sorry, please die here!"

The angry Vortigern said harshly to Artoria.

She could only say harsh words.

Because in the next moment, Artoria came to her senses and apologized to Vortigern in the most solemn manner:

""Oh, I'm so sorry!"

As a true knight, Artoria probably knows how rude it is to be distracted during a battle.

And now, as a"compensation" for this rudeness, Artoria decided to use all her strength to send this old rival Vortigern back to hell again.

【Target confirmed... There is only one enemy, the undead dragon that roams the world, Vortigern!】

【Holy Lance, weigh anchor.】

Words without any emotion came out of Artoria's mouth, which meant that she had completely entered the posture of fighting.

At the same time, a dazzling light bloomed from the Holy Lance in Artoria's hand.

The aura of destroying the world emanated from the Holy Lance, and facing the huge energy contained in the Holy Lance, even the air trembled slightly.

At this moment, Vortigern closed his eyes.

She, who had once merged with the British Isles, understood that in front of this Holy Lance, all resistance was futile.

At this time, instead of resisting, it would be better to stand still and choose a more comfortable posture to welcome death.

Not to mention——

"Even if it is death, it is not a terrible thing."

Vortigern thought calmly as he looked at Artoria who was getting closer and closer.

She herself had died once.

Her ambitions had vanished with her death.

Just as Artoria said, at this moment, she was not the real Vortigern at all.

She was just a ghost wandering in the world.

"This is actually quite good."

Feeling the violent aura that was already close at hand, Vortigern felt a sense of relaxation.

Finally, she could take this opportunity to get rid of the control of that naughty kid!

"I will never come again!"

Vortigern swore in his heart, determined to draw a clear line between himself and Mordred.——

"Second Master, do you really dislike me so much?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Vortigern's mind.

Vortigern suddenly felt that things were not going well.

She subconsciously wanted to resist - but unexpectedly found that she had lost control of this body without knowing when.

"Damn it!"

Vortigern cursed in her heart.

At this moment, she finally saw the power of the magic sword.

【Absolute domination over the dead!】

"Uncle, I think you have some misunderstanding about me."

"When we have time later, we can have a deeper discussion."

"As long as you can accept my words, you will find that I am actually quite cute."

Mordred continued, without any intention of taking the initiative to change.

Are you kidding? It's not his fault, why should he change?

"I'm so cute and adorable.���"You still don't like me - that must be your problem, what does it have to do with me?"

Mordred thought as he manipulated Vortigern's body and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Artoria's face was already in front of him.

And the tip of the Longomyniad spear was already close to Vortigern's heart, about to pierce it.

But——

"Are you sure you want to kill me?"

"If you kill me, you will never know the secret of those potatoes."

Mordred warned loudly.

However, Altria's figure froze for a moment.

She quickly retracted her strength and let the tip of the holy spear barely stop at Vortigern's heart.

""Hmm!"

A hint of sweetness rose up into Artoria's throat - but she swallowed it back.

She couldn't show such a vulnerable side in front of the enemy.