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

Camelot, the city of chalk.

When the young girl Morgan—oh, no, now she should be called Vivian.

In short, when the princess of Camelot set foot on this rebuilt royal city, she instantly felt a sense of time and space confusion, as if everything had changed.

"What a beautiful city."

"Unfortunately, it is no longer the Camelot I know."

Walking on the street, Vivian looked at the snow-white buildings around her, with a sigh on her face.

At this moment, in her memory, Camelot should be the city destroyed by war.

Broken walls and ruins, a sign of a fallen country.

This is Vivian's inherent impression of this city.

But - there is nothing wrong with this.

"It's a nice city."

"It seems that my sister will be a good king."

Vivian said with a smile, the sigh on her face disappeared, replaced by a stronger expectation.

At this moment, she hoped more and more���It was enough for Mordred to see this lovely and capable sister.

But Mordred was still struggling with the matter of the 300,000 gold coins.

""That - Mother, can I have a discussion with you?"

He knew that Vivian, as the Fairy of the Lake, was most likely unaware of the loans.

After all, her memory would be reset every day.

But at the same time, Mordred was more certain that Vivian, as the Fairy of the Lake, could have a say in Utopia.

She was also the leader of the fairies, and the most influential leader.

Compared to Morgan, the human witch, her life essence was closer to those fairies - so there was no problem in calling her the Fairy Queen.

Then, as long as the Fairy Queen spoke, the three hundred thousand gold coins should be written off, right?

Mordred thought expectantly.

However——

""No, little Mordred."

Vivian's answer was beyond Mordred's expectation.

He never expected that this seemingly considerate mother would be so unkind in this regard.

"Although we are mother and son, we still have to be clear about the money matters!"

"Money is the foundation of our livelihood!"

"We can't be careless!"

Vivian said decisively.

Seeing her at this moment, Mordred couldn't help but think of Altria when she faced food.

【Even if it is the meat of a monster, after proper processing, its nutrients will never be lost! 】

Vivian may not know, but in Mordred's view, at this moment, she is exactly the same as Altria when she is serious.

"Gluttony and Greed"

"It should be said... As expected of a red dragon."

"Two sisters, one inherited a 'merit’"

Mordred silently complained in his heart, and reluctantly accepted the result that he seemed unable to use the family card to settle the account.

However, this was no big deal.

If he couldn't play the family card, he still had other countermeasures - and they were more effective than the family card.

As for why he didn't use it before... it was simply because Morgan was the controlling shareholder, so it was difficult to do it.

But now, since Vivian is so ruthless, don't blame him as a son for being ruthless.

He swore - if he didn't squeeze out all the useful value of those goblins, he would resign from the position of crown prince and go home to C..C.Wife and children warm bed

"Yes, Queen Mother."

"Even if they are mother and son, we still have to settle accounts clearly."

……

Camelot.

Near the palace.

The palace guard saw a strange masked woman approaching the palace and subconsciously wanted to stop her.

But in the next moment, when the guard saw Mordred following behind the masked woman, he embarrassedly changed his blocking action to scratching his head.

"Um... Your Highness, when did you come back? Why didn't you say hello in advance?"

Mordred rolled his eyes at him.

"What's the point of saying hello? Can you still treat me to a meal?"

"……"

This made the guard even more embarrassed.

He wanted to say that it was his honor to treat Mordred to a meal.

But considering that his family was already struggling to make ends meet, he swallowed the words.

""Okay, go and inform my father. Tell him that I have brought a distinguished guest and she must come to greet him personally."

Mordred waved his hand casually, freeing the soldier from the awkward situation.

The soldier trotted away.

At the same time, Vivian, who was standing next to Mordred, turned her head quickly and looked at Mordred with a puzzled look.

""Father?" she asked suspiciously.

She also inherited the intuition of the Pandragon family - but compared to the intuition of Altria and Mordred in battle, her intuition is more reflected in the insight of a woman.

Compared with the unreasonable judgment, she is better at seeing the big picture from the small details.

"How could it be my father?"

"Didn't you say your father was dead?"

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Besides, they just called you His Highness... But according to you, I should not have inherited the throne of Camelot."

"No, you are not my child, but my sister's child!"

Looking at Mordred's face, Vivian said decisively.

It must be said that this is a very wonderful inference.

Unfortunately, this inference is still half wrong.

Facts have proved that no matter how much Vivian���No matter how smart she was, he could never have imagined how cruel she would be for revenge.

And now.

Accompanied by a hurried but powerful sound of footsteps. Altria's figure has appeared in Mordred's career.

There was a thin layer of frost on her face - it can be seen that she should have been immersed in dealing with the busy official duties just now.

Mordred believed that if he could not give her a reasonable explanation, she would hang herself on the city wall and spank her in front of everyone in Cretaceous City.

But - looking at Altria who was getting closer and closer, listening to the sound of the task reward being received, Mordred's mouth gradually curled up a little.

"I am a good and filial child who always tells the truth."

"As for what the truth is... you should ask her yourself, mother."