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

Chapter 66

In the forest where Mordred hid in the Kingdom of Wales.

Guinevere's"betrayal" forced Artoria to give up her plan to use force to intervene.

This is probably the long-lasting love of human beings.

After all, compared to those strangers you have never met, the ones who hurt you the most are often those who have been with you day and night, talked and laughed with you, and even made vows to you.

And now, Artoria is facing this situation.

Facing Mordred, her"own son" whom she has never met, she can easily attribute all of Mordred's words and deeds to the crazy words taught to him by Morgan.

"Just a fool taught by a madman - don't take it seriously."

Just now, Altria used this reason to persuade herself not to be upset by Mordred's words.

But now, facing Guinevere's"betrayal", her heart that tried hard to pretend finally couldn't hold on.

"Why?"

She looked at Guinevere's back, her voice trembling slightly.

However, Guinevere did not answer her question.

Was it because she didn't want to answer, or because she couldn't answer?

Altria didn't know.

At this time, Mordred suddenly spoke.

"Father, this is not the place to talk."

"If you have any questions, please come in and discuss it in detail."

After that, Mordred, holding Guinevere, walked straight to the gate of the castle without waiting for Altria to respond.

After hesitating for a moment, Altria chose to follow Mordred's footsteps.

At this moment, the questions in her heart have turned into a blazing flame, which is constantly baking her soul that looks very strong but is extremely fragile inside.

She urgently needs an answer.

An answer from Guinevere herself.

Otherwise, Altria's spirit will definitely be tortured by the flames and go completely crazy.

……

A moment later.

In the castle, in the living room.

Mordred and Altria, who entered the castle one after another, sat down and looked at each other. But the tense atmosphere was no longer there.

Guinevere, who was very embarrassed, tried to sit next to Mordred - but was pressed down hard by a pair of big hands.

Faced with such a tyrannical and overbearing force, Guinevere had to sit obediently in Mordred's arms, looking at Altria in a rather embarrassed manner.

At this moment, her face was flushed.

On the other side, Altria, who had been prepared, took out a plate of fresh fruits and placed it on the middle table.

Altria came from C.C.From her movements and expressions, it can be seen that this green-haired woman is the real hostess of this castle.

In comparison, Guinevere is more like a guest, a timid little punching bag.

"What exactly happened to you?"

""Were you forced by something?"

Altria looked at Guinevere with a puzzled look and asked in confusion.

She really couldn't think of a reason why Guinevere would make such a choice.

Giving up being a princess and running to this deep mountain forest to be someone's mistress?

Such a choice... is not normal no matter how you think about it, right?

However——

""No, no."

In response to Altria's question, Guinevere answered softly.

She lowered her head, her beautiful face flushed red, as if blood could drip from it.

Mordred placed his hand on Guinevere's head, as if he was comforting a kitten that had just left a pet store and came to a new home, and gently comforted Guinevere:

"Guinevere, don't be afraid."

"Come, tell my father"

"Why don't you like her?"

"And... why do you like me?"

Mordred said so.

Guinevere's body trembled suddenly.

She raised her head and looked into Mordred's eyes, with a hint of pleading on her face.

She didn't want to say those hurtful words.

But……

"This is an order, Guinevere."

"You should know what to do, right?"

Mordred asked with a smile.

Guinevere nodded resignedly and slowly closed her eyes.

After a moment.

When she opened her eyes again, the pleading and fear on her face disappeared completely.

Instead, there was a kind of determination and firmness as if to abandon everything.

At this moment, she probably had it all figured out.

The former Guinevere named [Princess of Camelot] is gone.

In her place is a brand new woman who was appointed as [Messenger of the King] by Mordred Pendragon.

Mordred's will is her will.

Therefore, even if the enemy is Altria, she will never have the slightest hesitation.

Or rather, it is precisely because the enemy is Altria that she cannot have any hesitation.

Otherwise, it would not only be her face that would be lost.

""I'm sorry, King, I lost my composure."

Guinevere said with a smile, straightening her posture on Mordred's body.

It was a very forced smile - but in the end, she still smiled.

"The king is perfect, and it was all my fault that I betrayed him."

With the first sentence, she took all the blame on herself.

And Artoria frowned.

Obviously, such an answer could not satisfy her.

At this moment, she didn't want to listen to these"shirking of responsibility" remarks at all - she just wanted to know what exactly was the reason that prompted Guinevere to do such a"ridiculous act" that would go against the will of the world."

��Facing the aggressive Altria, Guinevere showed a bitter smile:

"If I must say... the king is just too perfect."

Altria was stunned.

She had never heard of this before. Being too perfect is actually a mistake?

"No, the king is certainly right."

Looking at Altria's expression of doubt about life, Guinevere shook her head slightly.

"We are wrong."

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Even if the world ends, this will never change.

However, the question now is - for Altria, as the king, is the distinction between right and wrong really that important?

"The king is always right"

"But we keep making mistakes"