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

In front of the palace in Camelot,

Altria frowned as she looked at the masked woman standing next to Mordred.

"Sister Wang?"

Without any thought, Altria revealed Vivian's identity in one sentence.

In fact, for her, the veil covering Vivian had no meaning at all.

Because on Vivian, the magic power that belonged to the Red Dragon Clan was too obvious.

That kind of pure magic power that was almost integrated with the island was simply the symbol of the [King of the Island].

Even if Altria racked her brains, she could not think of a second possibility other than Morgan.

And Vivian was also happy.

Just as Altria could reveal her identity in one sentence - the moment Altria appeared, Vivian had confirmed that the woman in front of her was indeed her lovely sister.

After all, the connection between bloodlines could not be concealed in any way.

"Well, it's really cute."

"What’s up with this figure?"

"Could it be that she didn't have enough to eat when she was young, and she was stunted because of hunger?"

Vivian looked at Altria in front of her seriously, with a very distressed expression on her face.

Her sister... must have suffered a lot, right?

Vivian guessed silently in her heart.

However, in the next moment.

Just when Vivian was about to open her mouth and greet Altria in a friendly and enthusiastic tone——

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"What kind of conspiracy is this?"

"I don't have time to fool around with you guys."

Artoria said expressionlessly while standing in front of Vivian.

At the same time, she raised her alert level to the highest level in her heart.

This was almost a subconscious reaction.

There was no other way. Who made Artoria fall into Morgan's trap before, so that she made this big mistake that she would regret for the rest of her life?

(Mordred: Meow meow meow?)

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

In Altria's heart, Morgan is probably the most terrible woman in the world.

In a sense, this is probably Morgan's success.

After all, there are definitely not many people or things that can successfully leave a shadow in the heart of the Knight King.

Apart from the broken sword in the stone, probably only Morgan can do this.

Vivian felt quite aggrieved.

She didn't know why the sister in front of her treated her in such an excessive tone, as if she didn't intend to recognize her at all.

On the other hand, because she herself represented Morgan's kind personality, she couldn't hate Altria at all.

She could only turn her head and put her eager eyes on Mordred, hoping that her filial son could help her explain the cause and effect of all this to Altria.

And Mordred didn't hesitate at all.

He took out the red memory crystal directly, and played the words Vivian had said to him to Altria again.

"I have a younger sister. That's great.……"

"She must be cute, right?"

"Hate her? Why should I hate her? She is my only relative."

"From now on, you should call her"Auntie", okay?"

"Oh...I really want to meet her."

"……"

The screen played, roughly showing Mordred's experience in the past few days.

As the screen played, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more stagnant.

How to say it.

This is just like a large-scale social death scene.

Except for Mordred who believes in the creed of"As long as I don't feel embarrassed, others are embarrassed", both Vivian and Altria are in a state of calm on the outside, but panic on the inside.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Is the person playing on it me? Why do I look so stupid...

My sister Wang said I'm cute? Am I still asleep? Or am I deaf and have auditory hallucinations?

In short.

As the content of the screen gradually becomes richer, the expressions of the two parties are becoming more and more exciting.

So much so that Mordred couldn't help but exchange a memory ruby in the system store to record this wonderful scene as a souvenir.

And at the very end.

When this stagnant atmosphere reached a peak, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore. However, this person was not Vivian standing next to Mordred, nor was it Altria standing opposite Mordred.

——

""Hua La La."

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, the crow that had been hiding in a big tree from a while ago finally couldn't hold back its desire to kill, and rushed out from the tree canopy, flew to the distant horizon, and disappeared.

"The defense is broken, the clown is actually me!"

Looking at the crow that was gradually going away, Mordred clapped his hands and laughed, looking like he was gloating.

This really can't be blamed on Mordred's ignorance.

If there is anyone to blame, it can only be blamed on Morgan for being too nosy.

Who asked her to follow Mordred from the beginning of Utopia and monitor their actions from beginning to end?

"Even if I am your son, you have to give me some space, right?"

Mordred thought so, and felt relieved.

According to his understanding of Morgan, it would take a long time for his mother to calm down.

""It should be easy for a while."

Mordred's face showed a trace of a successful smile.

At the same time, on the other hand, it was probably thanks to Morgen that Artoria and Vivian were finally able to break free from the extremely suffocating atmosphere just now.

"Then... let's go inside first."

As the host, Altria took the initiative to invite Vivian.

Then, without waiting for Vivian to express her opinion, she turned around and walked towards the palace. She looked like a cold and domineering president who would not tolerate rejection.

However, Mordred, who knew Altria very well, knew that at this moment, Altria's heart was definitely not as calm as she looked on the surface.

"Exposed, father!"

Looking at the hair on Altria's head that was constantly trembling, as if dancing disco, Mordred smiled and shook his head.

Then——

"Please, mother."