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

It is not an easy task to forcibly take back a treasure that is releasing its true name.

After all, weapons have their own tempers.

Ordinary holy swords are fine, they will not be too emotional, at most they will make their masters suffer a little and lose strength.

As for magic swords... if they don't take this opportunity to"reverse" their masters, they are not worthy of the name of"magic".

As for the"concept-level" weapons like the Rungomyniad, which were originally used by the planet to fix the surface of the world,……

"Ouch, you don't look well."

"What’s wrong? Did I eat too many raw potatoes and have diarrhea?"

"There is no toilet nearby... But it doesn't matter, you can go to the nearest toilet. I swear in the name of my father that I will never peek!"

Looking at Altria's increasingly pale face, Mordred said with a smile.

In this era, swearing in the name of one's father is the highest level of oath.

Altria ignored Mordred's words.���No.

She probably already saw that the Vortigern in front of her was not the real Vortigern. The high and mighty White Dragon King would never say such a provocative thing.

The Vortigern in front of her was probably controlled by Mordred!

"Where are the potatoes?"

She got straight to the point and didn't want to talk nonsense with Mordred.

She knew that she would never be a match for that guy in terms of talking.

Especially in terms of shamelessness, Altria was willing to call Mordred the strongest.

However——

"Eh? Your first reaction when you saw me was not to ask Guinevere, but to ask Potato?"

"Guinevere, you heard it, your king doesn't care about you at all"

"She came for the potatoes."

"You should just obey me."

Facing Altria's question, Mordred took a different approach and found Altria's flaws.

This made Altria's face even uglier.

"damn it!"

"I was tricked by him again."

Altria didn't know where Mordred got all these bad intentions from.

It would be impossible to achieve such a result if she only relied on Morgan's training.

"Could it be that his father was a super villain? Did he actually inherit his father's talent?"

Altria guessed silently in her heart.

However, on the other hand, after Altria heard the news about Guinevere, she was actually relieved.

At least, Guinevere was still alive. And it sounded like she hadn't been killed by Mordred yet.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I must rescue Guinevere, so there is no need to ask."

"I'm asking you now, what's going on with those potatoes?"

Altria asked coldly.

At this moment, she was full of the aura of a king.

Especially her wide-open eyes, she looked like a lion about to get angry.

If ordinary people were to face such a might, they probably wouldn't even have the heart to resist, and would kneel on the ground and surrender.

"The aura of a king."

Feeling the aura coming from Altria, Mordred showed an expression of envy and yearning.

He also wanted to have the aura of a king who would have countless followers bow down to him when he shook his body. However, for some reason, he was not able to have such a aura.

He tried many times, but failed without exception..C.In other words, the aura coming from him is not the [Aura of the King] at all, but the [Aura of the Dead].

"Anyway, sooner or later I will become the king of this small broken island... I will have the aura of a king sooner or later."

Mordred thought as a matter of course, without considering the possibility that he would fail and be a prince for life.

"Do you really want to know the secret of potatoes?"

"But as far as I know, prying into other people's secrets is not a very upright behavior, Your Majesty the Knight King"

"Even the most evil villain has the right to keep his secrets."

Mordred said"respectfully".

Through Altria's eyes, he saw the anger in Altria's heart.

However, Mordred did not let Altria vent her anger:

"If you really want to know the truth, then follow this path and come to me."

"You will know everything you want to know"

"But I just hope that by then, you won't regret it."

"Jiejiejie——"

The sinister laughter gradually faded away along with the sound of Vortigern falling to the ground.

Artoria, holding the Holy Spear, raised her head and looked at the narrow path ahead. She subconsciously clenched her fists.

"I won't regret it."

She whispered softly, as if she was talking to Mordred, but more like she was talking to herself.

"After all... I have lost the right to regret!"

From the moment she was about to draw the Sword of the Chosen King, Artoria had already understood such a truth: from now on, she could no longer have her own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness like a normal person.

But even so, she did not hesitate at all and still drew the sword without hesitation.

She sacrificed herself just to seek a new opportunity for this island.

An opportunity to safely survive the end of the Age of Gods and peacefully welcome the new era!

And now.

The opportunity is right in front of her.

How could she stop because of her own personal reasons?

"Wait, Guinevere."

"And the so-called potato"

"This time... I want it all!"

She smiled confidently, held her head high, and walked into the narrow path, embarking on the journey to defeat the evil knight.

This section of the road was not long.

Even if Altria walked carefully, it only took less than ten minutes to see the end of the road.

At the end, a dark blue castle stood majestically among the mountains and forests, looking quite imposing.

And above this castle, in a loft with an open window,——

"Guinevere!"

The sharp-eyed Altria immediately saw her queen, and the green-haired woman standing behind Guinevere, holding her hostage with a dagger.

Then, at this moment,

Mordred's voice suddenly reached her ears:

"I advise you not to act rashly, Your Majesty the Knight King"

"If you dare to resist... the little beauty upstairs may lose her life in an instant."