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

Under the moonlight, in the garden.

Holding weapons, the two people stood facing each other without any extra words.

The battle of destiny that was supposed to break out ten years later was played out ahead of time. At this moment, both Altria and Mordred had fully realized that the person in front of them was the obstacle in life that he/she had to overcome in this life!

But even so, Altria was still troubled by many doubts in her heart.

"who is he?"

"Why could he give up Guinevere so easily?"

"Could it be that, from the very beginning, his target was not Guinevere, but he wanted to use Guinevere to lure me out?"

"Also, according to what Merlin said, the person who destroyed the Kingdom of Camelot should have been born only a month ago... It shouldn't be him, right?"

Altria, who didn't know the truth, felt that she had fallen into a huge mystery.

And Mordred, who stood in front of her, didn't give her a chance to solve the mystery.

"The enemy is my father... Well, come on, Xiao Mo, you can do it!"

Facing this enemy that is theoretically"absolutely impossible to defeat", Mordred kept cheering himself up in his heart.

Then, the magical thing is.

Perhaps it is because this body itself has the characteristic of [ignoring all negative emotions during battle]; or perhaps it is because the previous cheering really worked.

In short, Mordred's mood has gradually calmed down from the initial panic.

Even further, he has burned with a surging will to fight!

"Anyway, she can't kill me - just do it!"

With this thought in mind, Mordred raised his hands without hesitation and swung his first sword at Artoria.

This was also the first sword of rebellion.

""Dang!"

The swords collided, and the force generated by the collision spread out in the form of sound waves, directly making the beautiful garden a mess.

Guinevere, who was sitting on the ground, was thrown over by the air wave without any preparation. She rolled several times before she could barely stabilize herself.

"king——"

Guinevere got up from the ground and quickly found a big tree to hide herself in.

However, her little head sticking out from behind the tree proved that she was not a peaceful person.

"The king is... fighting for me..."

Such a thought not only made Guinevere blush with excitement, but also directly swept away all the depression she had accumulated over the past month.

King, Queen.

Knight, Princess.

The scene in the fairy tale was staged in reality.

And as the"heroine" in the fairy tale, Guinevere certainly had reason to be proud.

She was worthy of being the most beautiful woman on this island.

However, she was a little regretful. This should have been a very romantic knight's story, but it was not perfect.

"Ah, the king is also a woman."

She raised her head and looked at Altria who was fighting seriously in the distance, and a trace of resentment could not help but appear on her face.

Although it was only a short month.

But in her body, the cruelty of the word"fate" has been fully demonstrated.

……

Let's put aside Guinevere who was worried.

At the same time, on the battlefield in the center of the garden, the battle between Altria and Mordred was definitely not as"romantic" as Guinevere imagined.

In fact, it was quite the opposite.

The battle between Altria and Mordred was a battle that even lions and tigers would avoid, full of wildness and danger.

Every collision would produce a strong magic shock wave. And in this way, it proved that the battle in front of them was not a field that humans could set foot on.

"It's like two dragons fighting."

Looking at the devastated land caused by the aftermath of the battle between the two, Merlin sighed.

Beside him, Morgan's behavior seemed more natural:

"They are dragons themselves."

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

Artoria, who was created by conception, has a pseudo-heart made from a magic furnace at its core - in other words, she is actually a dragon in human skin. Mordred

, who was forcibly [copied] by Morgan based on Artoria's genes, can be seen as a fake of Artoria.

"Although there are still some minor defects in her life form, her basic abilities are basically the same as those of Altria?"

"No, it should be said that the improvement in ability is forcibly gained at the cost of defects in life?"

"It's really amazing, Your Highness."

To this day, when facing Morgan, Merlin still retains the old habit of addressing her.

In the face of Merlin's praise, Morgan smiled disdainfully, without any complacency in her eyes.

"What's so great about that?"

"Compared to the teacher's masterpiece, this is just a work that is not up to par."

This is the truth.

Compared to Altria, Mordred is not a"good work" in any way.

However——

"No, when I say amazing, I don't mean this child."

"It's your desire for revenge, Princess."

Merlin shook his head silently, as if he was lamenting something.

At the same time, Morgan's face darkened instantly, and she looked extremely unhappy.

Of course, she heard the sarcasm in Merlin's words:

""A bad woman who abuses herself wantonly for revenge and is completely depraved."

This is probably what Merlin wanted to express to her.

However, Morgan no longer wants to argue with Merlin about this issue.

"The mistake has been made, and we can't turn back."

Morgan said as she looked up at the thin figure in the distance who was fighting with Altria.

She could see that Mordred was about to give up.

""Well, not bad."

Morgan gave Mordred a passing grade for his performance.

To be honest, the fact that Mordred could hold out for so long in Altria's hands was beyond Morgan's expectations.

In her opinion, Mordred, who was fighting Altria for the first time, was successful if he could swing his weapon.

However, in the next moment, just when Morgan, who had achieved her goal, was thinking about how to take Mordred away from the garden, an accident interrupted her thinking.

In fact, it was not just her.

Faced with this"accident", even the flower magician who claimed to have everything under control showed a rare panic.

"That is……"

Looking at the translucent figure gradually emerging from the sword in Mordred's hand, Morgan and Merlin exclaimed at the same time:

"Father?!"

"King Uther?!"

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