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

Seriously.

When Mordred caught a glimpse of the Sword of Promised Victory from the corner of his eye, he really had the urge to quit.

He could understand Morgan's intentions - but he absolutely could not accept this approach of bringing him into such a dangerous situation at every turn.

At this moment, Mordred just wanted to immediately remove the disguise of this armor and put the face that looked exactly like Altria in front of her, so that she could know the cause and effect of everything.

But, unfortunately,

"It's too late."

It was not his brain that gave Mordred this judgment at the first moment, but his body.

This body made with Altria's genes as a blueprint also inherited all her advantages.

Although Mordred has not undergone any systematic combat training, his innate combat instinct can enable him to show extraordinary potential at critical moments.

And it is worth mentioning that in the forest, Mordred also fought with those ferocious beasts.

For Mordred, it was an unbearable experience - God knows how he defeated those giant bears that were more than ten times his size, and the wolf packs that fought more than ten people at a time.

Was it chopped with a sword, bitten with teeth, or hit with the head?

These things are not important.

What is really important is that in the process of fighting with those beasts, Mordred learned such a truth:

"As long as it is suitable, anything can become your weapon"

""Whether it's the sword in my hand, the teeth in my mouth, or... Guinevere beside me!"

Mordred thought so.

But the movements of his hands were faster than his thinking.

"Bleak——"

Facing Guinevere who suddenly appeared in front of her, Artoria, who was running towards her, became very slow.

She controlled her strength and stopped the golden holy sword ten centimeters away from Guinevere's head.

The golden wind lifted Guinevere's long hair, reflecting her face which was very pale just now but now had a little blush.

She looked quite beautiful.

At the same time, in sharp contrast to Guinevere's beautiful face was——

"Despicable!"

Looking at the assassin who dared to use her princess as a shield, Altria's face showed a very rare anger.

That was the anger that would only appear when facing an enemy who betrayed the chivalry.

It was also the anger of incompetence that would appear when faced with a dilemma!

"If it was the mother, she would be very happy to see the father showing such an expression, right?"

Looking at Altria's frosty face, Mordred complained silently in his heart.

He knew what Altria was worried about.

Undoubtedly, Altria, who has reached the evaluation of [Epic (Level 69)] in the system, has the power to defeat all enemies.

In comparison, he, a warrior who has just reached level 30 and can barely touch the threshold of [Legend], is actually a slightly stronger chicken.

As long as Altria exerts a little force, he will probably die miserably under the holy sword.

But the problem is that Guinevere in Mordred's hand has become the biggest obstacle for Altria to kill Mordred.

Obviously, as a king, Altria does not want any accidents to happen to her princess.

Therefore, she looked at the assassin in front of her who covered her whole body in armor with a hesitant look, and carefully thought about how to solve the problem.

"Maybe... we can compromise?"

"Pretend to compromise first... No matter what, at least save Guinevere's life first."

According to the situation on the field, Altria, who had completely calmed down, instantly made the most reasonable judgment.

She had every reason to believe that the assassin in front of her must have tried his best to abduct her queen in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.

However, Altria, who was full of calculations, would never have thought that the assassin standing in front of her was probably the most"irrational" person in the world, corresponding to her"reasonable king"!

If Altria took the initiative to abandon her sensibility in order to become a perfect king and turned herself into a machine called"King", then Mordred, who grew up in an isolated forest and mixed with ferocious beasts, was the kind of"beast" who gave up reason at the critical moment and relied on intuition and instinct to fight.

Therefore, after facing Altria's eyes full of anger, Mordred's brain instantly made such a judgment:

"You can't bring Guinevere with you to fight her."

"The mission only asked me to prove myself, not to defeat my father."

"I just need to show a fighting level that will satisfy my mother in the next battle."

"However, Guinevere's presence will greatly hinder my combat capability."

"In addition... with the innate skill of [Naughty children do not die from domestic violence], even the father is not without the ability to fight.……"

"At least, even if I can't win, I can still run away."

Almost at the same time when Mordred's brain made these analyses, his right hand directly pushed away Guinevere, who had been clinging to him like a koala, and opened up enough space for the next battle.

"Swish——"

The magic sword was unsheathed, and a cold and evil aura emanated from the sword, facing the sword of victory in Altria's hand.

The two were compared, one was as warm as heaven, and the other was as cold as hell, forming a sharp contrast.

This made Altria more convinced that the assassin in front of her was definitely not a good person.

"Being able to wield such an evil weapon... Isn't this person the offspring of Satan?"

PS: First of all, during the new book period, I hope everyone will support me.

As usual, if there are no drafts saved, I will update five times a day before the book is released.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

If I have more time and can write fast, it is not impossible to update six times a day.