Chapter 221

"Although the figure has not changed much, the aura is much different from what I remembered."

Of course it is much different, because the one in front of you is not Lan Dai but Hei Dai.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"No! I like it as long as it's my father."

"..."

Looking at Mordred who was smiling happily, Artoria wondered in her heart.

When did this kid become so good at talking?

"To put it simply...an accident occurred in a Holy Grail War that Artoria participated in. The originally colorless Holy Grail was contaminated, and I was the original noble Knight King after being eroded by the curse of the Holy Grail. I belong to the cold and ruthless side of the Knight King."

"If it were me now, in order to achieve my goal, no matter how cruel the means are, I can use them without hesitation."

From beginning to end, Artoria's expression did not fluctuate significantly, as if she was talking about someone who was not herself.

"The Holy Grail...can it be contaminated?"

Mordred was very surprised to hear this.

"I have always been the one answering your questions. Now let me ask you a question."

Altria asked, "You have changed a lot. What have you been through? I can't see any hatred towards me in your eyes."

The second after Altria asked this question, Mordred's emerald green eyes immediately burst into excitement.

That expression seemed to say "I have waited for a long time and finally you asked me this question"!

"Hehehe! Actually, father, I also participated in the Holy Grail War... It was really a big scene! A total of 14... No, it was 16, wrong, wrong, it was a big melee of 17 servants!"

Sure enough, this Mordred has the memory of that Holy Grail War.

This should be an abnormal situation, because servants do not have other memories of the present world.

Kurodai remembers it because that Holy Grail War was the reason for the birth of "Altria Alter", just like Jeanne d'Arc will remember the Hundred Years War of the Evil Dragon whenever she is summoned.

Seeing that Mordred was so happy and interested, Altria acted as a cooperative listener, even though she herself had participated in that Holy Grail War.

However, Mordred described herself in that war so well that it gave people the feeling that "the word invincible has a face", whether it is Karna, Siegfried, Vlad III or Achilles, they are not her opponents.

Fortunately, Heida always has a face of no three, otherwise she might laugh because she knows the whole process well.

Mordred, with his hands on his waist and his head held high, bragging about how powerful and invincible he is, is too cute?

"Finally! My brave and invincible Lord Mordred easily killed that evil woman, and became the final winner with my Master, and made a wish to the Holy Grail, so that all summoned Mordreds can have the memory of the Holy Grail War."

After saying that, Mordred drank Coke in big gulps... When he was halfway through the story, Mordred said that he was thirsty, so he bought a bottle of Coke and drank it while telling the story.

If I remember correctly, Altria remembered that when Mordred stood in front of her as a winner, he was not only seriously injured but also poisoned. The poison was about to hurt his spirit core. At that time, she was probably at her limit just standing there.

As a result, in Mordred's mouth, it became that he killed Semiramis in a few seconds, which was easier than killing a pig.

Although she had a strong desire to expose the truth, Altria did not do such a cruel thing as hurting the child's self-esteem in the end.

"So, the reason why you have changed so much is because of me... or the other me who was sublimated into a god by the Holy Spear."

"That's right... To be honest, I was shocked when I heard the news! It turns out that if my father continues to grow, his figure can be so good... Father, you didn't see it, it was exaggerated, it was like holding two watermelons in front of his chest..."

"Shut up, this topic ends here."

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399

Chapter 399 Mordred who has nothing to do.

The sea breeze is blowing, the sun is warm, and the tiny sand on the snow-white beach is shining in the sun. The waves gently hit the shore, making a quiet and rhythmic sound. In this quiet and peaceful seaside, time seems to slow down, and everything seems so leisurely and comfortable.

A girl is sitting on a flat rock at this moment. Her face is delicate and her long white-gold hair is combed into a refreshing single ponytail.

The girl holds a slender fishing rod and lazily supports her chin as if she is in a daze.

There was no one else around, only the girl and the peaceful sea. Occasionally, seagulls would fly over the sea, making crisp chirps.

At this time, the water around the hanging fishing line suddenly rippled.

With her brows slightly furrowed, Artoria raised her head and looked in one direction.

"Has the god of war who holds victory begun to take back his scattered incarnation?"

Her golden eyes shone brightly, and Artoria seemed to be thinking about something.

"But, Mordred seems to be there, right?"

"... So that's it, are these two competing with each other? Then I won't disturb their interest for the time being."

As if she had lost interest, Artoria withdrew her gaze and continued to pay attention to the fishing line hanging straight down.

…

This is Sardinia, located in western Italy and in the middle of the Mediterranean. It is one of the oldest regions in Europe. It has mild winters and dry and hot summers, making it a year-round tourist destination.

The island retains many archaeological remains, as well as traditional folk customs, festivals and other cultural features.

"Ah... so boring."

The lamentation came from the shadows under an ancient building.

Mordred, who was dressed fashionably, sat on the ground, lowered her head and sighed. Miraculously, there were people coming and going on the road beside her, but no one laid eyes on her, as if they didn't see anyone here. .

"You're talking about a tourist attraction, attracting countless tourists to visit...but you can't even find a video game city. It's such a bad place...You also think it's boring here, right?"

A cat was caught in Mordred's hand, and what Mordred just said was obviously meant for it.

Then the cat began to grin at Mordred.

"Oh! How dare you bare your teeth at Lord Mordred? Very good! I admire you for being a man!"

Mordred smiled and put the cat on the ground, then pinched the other's two little paws with both hands and lifted them up so that the cat could stand up on only two feet.

"Meow~!"

"Haha! How about it? You know how powerful I am, Lord Mordred, right? You dare to fight with me, do you really want to tickle me? Haha! I just like the way you want to kill me but can't. "

"Meow meow meow~!"

"What are you doing? Let me tell you. I am a god now. Do you understand gods? Although I don't understand them very well... Anyway, they are super powerful... Once you know it, you should be respectful to me. a little."

Mordred, who was extremely bored because there was no game to play, used the cat in front of him to relieve his boredom.

If the kitten could speak human language, it would definitely say: My family, who knows? I was basking in the sun on the roadside. Suddenly a girl ran out and caught me. She kept talking and said that she was I should respect her as a god, she is too humble.

"Father, it's true. How could she persist in fishing for such a boring thing? I only fished for 30 seconds and I felt sleepy... Can't you come to the city with me to play?"

Complaining, Mordred puffed up his face like a pufferfish.

"Kitty cat, you also think your father is too much, don't you?"

"Meow~!"

"Huh? Are you asking whether my father doesn't like me? How is that possible! Although I killed my father once and destroyed the country that she had worked so hard for so many years, I was also stabbed to death by her, which was barely enough. Is it even? The person I am now is not the person I was back then. I am obedient now that I know my father’s sincerity!”

It was impossible for Mordred to understand what the kitten said, so it was not the kitten who asked "Does Father dislike her?" but Mordred herself.

The reason why she pretended to be nice in front of Artoria was because of that apology...

Even though he died and became a Heroic Spirit, even though Arturia said personally that he never blamed her... Mordred still held on to this feeling of guilt.

Things in the past are in the past... Such words are just self-deception. Many things from the past remain in the present, like scars attached to the skin. Whenever you see them, you will recall the original pain.

The person who found it most difficult to forgive the rebellious knight was herself.

"I don't know if there is any world where Mordred did not become a rebellious knight, but carried out his loyalty to the last step."

"Really, in this world, the stories belonging to King Arthur are all made up by people, but Mordred in the story still betrayed King Arthur. It's like mud can't hold up the wall... The key is that my father and I in the story Wang is actually a man! Did the guy who came up with this story get kicked in the head?"

Facts have proved that Mordred, a naughty kid, even scolded himself when he got anxious.

"Thank you for listening to me, kitten."

After muttering to himself for a while, Mordred stood up and patted his butt.

After escaping from Mordred's "claws", the kitten ran into the narrow gap quickly and disappeared quickly. It ran so decisively that it seemed to be quite familiar with the nearby terrain. of.

"Ah...really, I heard from my father that this is a world where gods are everywhere and mythical beasts are worse than dogs, but I have been in this world for so long, why haven't I seen a single god? I've only seen the one named Guinevere A stinky woman with a stupid name and Lancelot, a traitor even in this world.”

"Obviously, my father has encountered him several times... It's great. I really want to see what the God of Disobedience looks like in this world."

After stretching, showing off her voluptuous waist and white skin, Mordred stepped into the crowd.

A strange scene occurred. People around him didn't seem to notice Mordred, but they would actively go around him when they were about to bump into him.

She didn't know where to go. She probably wanted to go back to Artoria... but fishing was an activity that was extremely different to her. If she stayed there, she might be bored to the point of self-destruction.

Until she passed a tennis court, her progress suddenly stopped.

As if she felt something, she turned her head and focused on the tennis court.

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400

Chapter 400 The God of War Who Holds Victory.

"Who is that boy?"

"Isn't he amazing?"

"And he's so handsome... like a prince from somewhere."

"Is he the Prince of Tennis?"

Such discussions and exclamations came one after another.

Some people gathered around the tennis court, all their eyes focused on a boy in the court.

The boy with rare purple hair, wearing a long hat, and a golden divine pattern in the shape of a crown on his forehead.

The boy constantly exudes a very special charm, attracting the attention of people around him, just like the sun that constantly emits light and covers all the surrounding stars.

Listening to the praises of the people around him, the boy raised his head and laughed.

"Hahaha! I am the winner, the strongest, the king of victory, the one who defeats all enemies! Those who are hostile to me will surely fail. Even in scenes outside of battle, victory is still in my hands."

Although he looks like a boy, he speaks like an old man, with a certain ancient charm in his tone.

The boy held a tennis racket in his hand, and across the net, a man was panting and sitting on the ground, his tennis racket thrown aside casually.

It seemed that the boy had played tennis with this man before, and won with an absolute advantage.

After laughing, the boy began to regret again.

"What a pity... Even in the mortal game, I still haven't experienced the taste of defeat."

"When will the brave warrior who can give me failure appear?"

Said such arrogant words, but it made people feel that it should be so.

It was as if this boy had no fate with the word "failure".

And at this moment, a sneer full of sarcasm sounded.

"Humph! It's just a victory over ordinary people. Look at you, a great god, can you only get a sense of superiority from ordinary people? You dare to call yourself the king of victory? Don't make me laugh!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then looked towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw a girl with golden hair who looked like a lion, walking towards him step by step with her hands in her pockets.

"There is more!"

Mordred bared his teeth and pointed at the boy with a very bad attitude.

"There is only one true king of victory! That is my father!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call yourself the king of victory!"

After the words fell, there was a long silence.

The boy stared at Mordred, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The God of Disobedience? What a superb method, I didn't notice it until he stood in front of me..."