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

Altria did not tell Gawain and Gareth the truth.

Or rather, the whole truth.

She only said that Mordred was indeed her child, and was going to announce this to the whole of Britain.

Gawain had no objection to this.

Although he had no idea when he had such a half-brother, Mordred's face could not be disguised.

"That's a good trick, mother.……"

He complained silently in his heart, and subconsciously turned around to look at his sister.

He agreed to the lie made up by Altria, and now it depends on Gareth's attitude.

But from the beginning, Gareth has been absent-minded, and his reaction has always been half a beat slower.

This gave Gawain a bad premonition.

But the strange thing is that when Gawain asked her the reason for her absent-mindedness, she said nothing. She just looked at Altria with a rather complicated look, and then nodded slightly.——

"I understand."

Then, she said nothing more, just sitting there like a wooden man, motionless.

""I've been played badly!"

Mordred sighed.

It turns out that fighting between women is indeed terrible.

They can often hurt the enemy's heart without direct physical contact.

But then again

"The Queen Mother's face must not be looking good either."

Mordred looked up and looked at the crow standing on the tree branch outside the window, looking at the castle from outside, and thought with a smile.

Based on Mordred's understanding of Morgan, if she was in a really good mood at this moment, she would probably come directly to Altria and show off her power.

……

Under Altria's auspices, the return to Camelot was finalized.

To Mordred's regret, Altria refused to stay in the castle overnight.

"We have been away for quite some time, and there are still many things to deal with in the kingdom - it is impossible for Lord Agguiwen to handle them all by himself."

Altria said as a matter of course.

Then, she showed Mordred what it meant to be truly resolute and swift.

"Well, these five baskets of potatoes are really too big to hold.……"

If you talk about weight, these potatoes are not a problem for Artoria.

But the volume of these five baskets of potatoes is too large - even if Artoria is a dragon in human skin, she can't really turn into a dragon and carry these five baskets of potatoes.

And Vortigern, the only one who can transform into a dragon, refused to provide such a service to Mordred.

In this regard, although Mordred can use the soul contract in Frostmourne to force Vortigern to provide him with this special service - but considering that he seems to have used the contract of Frostmourne to do something very excessive to Vortigern today, Mordred still gave up this idea.

After all, no matter how unscrupulous a capitalist is, he must not catch a sheep and pull it to death.

On the other hand——

"But... what should I do?"

Altria was still worried about how to transport the potatoes.

Now she might have regretted not bringing a carriage when she came here - even a fast horse would be fine!

And now, as far as Altria knew, the nearest town to the castle was a hundred miles away.

Moreover, they had to cross countless hills and streams during the journey, and the road conditions could be said to be quite dangerous.

"Could it be that we should leave these potatoes here and come back to move them next time when it’s best?"

Altria thought with some distress.

To be honest, this way of doing things is really not her style.

After all, it is inconsistent with her vigorous and resolute character.

However, it was at this time.

Altria, who was in distress, unexpectedly discovered that from just now, Mordred seemed to have been wandering around her, as if he was deliberately showing his presence.

This scene made Altria subconsciously feel that Mordred, this unlucky child, must be planning something bad again!

But Mordred felt that he was quite wronged.

God has mercy on him, he really just wanted to help his lovely father solve some trivial troubles, in order to show his"filial piety"!

Who knew that Altria's prejudice against her was so deep - this really made Mordred a little sad.

He was wronged and buried his head directly in Altria's chest, trying to find some comfort from his father.

However——

""If you have something to say, say it now, if you have something to say, say it now!"

Altria pushed Mordred away and said with a frown on her face.

After going around in circles for a long time, Mordred finally got to the point.

"It seems to me that my father is troubled by something."

"At this time, why not ask the magical Mordred!"

He said seriously.

And in the next moment.

When Artoria looked at Mordred with a very suspicious look and asked him in an almost questioning tone:

【Ding, your father (Altria) has issued you a special task: carry potatoes】

【Mission requirements: Please transport these potatoes to the capital of Camelot, [Cret City] within one week.】

【Mission Reward: Filial Piety Value x1000! 】

The system's voice sounded, indicating that Mordred's goal had been achieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then pretended to be mysterious and led Altria to a corner.

Altria then discovered that there seemed to be something in this corner.

However, because this thing was always covered by a piece of black cloth, it was not very conspicuous, so she subconsciously ignored it.

And now, when Mordred removed the cloth, revealing the strange object inside that looked like a bull's head...——

"What is this?"

Altria asked curiously.

In response to this question, Mordred lied with his eyes open:

"This is a toy I made when I was a kid, to kill time."

"It's called the Wooden Ox and the Flowing Horse!"