I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

The man put down the kitchen utensils, walked to her, stretched out his palm and gently rubbed her little head, and said gently: "Go to the lake to frolic again? Get yourself wet again. Go and change clothes. Okay, don't catch a cold."

Mordred looked at the man's face and those warm, fire-like eyes, and he really didn't know what expression to show.

At this time, the woman ate a piece of meat secretly.

The man looked at the woman and reprimanded with helplessness: "Don't steal it, Al. Go and change Mordred."

"Oh." The woman stole another piece of meat, then took Mordred into the house and changed her into a new dress.

During this time, her mind was dizzy.

"Illusion...Illusion...!"

Mordred told himself in his heart.

She straightened her mind and began to sneer at this unrealistic illusion.

The woman took her out and sat at the dinner table.

The dinner table was filled with hearty delicacies.

"Do you know what day it is, Mordred?" the man asked gently.

"I don't know." Mordred shook his head simply. She has corrected her mentality, this is undoubtedly just an unrealistic illusion.

The man smiled and said, "Today is your sixth birthday, Mordred."

The man took out a made cake from behind, placed it in front of Mordred, and inserted six candles.

The candlelight illuminated Mordred's shocked face.

The man glanced at the woman, and the woman understood.

The man and the woman clapped their palms and hummed a song: "Happy birthday, happy birthday. Congratulations to the little princess, Mordred is six years old this year!"

Six years old...

Mordred remembered his past.

Yeah.

Remembered.

She...

He left this warm manor when he was six years old.

I thought I just left in a hurry, and there will be one day to come back.

Just...

Since then, he has never come back.

Even on the day of death, he never came back.

Two lines of tears flowed from Mordred's eyes.

"Why are you crying, little princess?" The man asked with a worried look. He wiped away her tears with his sleeves, rubbed her little head gently, and said gently: "I'm all crying. Whoever bullies you, tell your father that he will help you vent your anger."

"No... no one bullies me... no one..."

Mordred buried his head and desperately stuffed his mouth with food.

Tears flowed down his face.

Yeah.

This is an illusion.

But...

Even if it's an illusion, what's wrong?

Mordred smiled and said, "I'm back!"

Chapter One Hundred and Ten This may be the world of bliss

A dazzling white light flashed, Shi Lang felt dizzy for a while, and when he recovered, he found a pair of bright burgundy eyes looking at him.

This is the library, and standing in front of him is a woman.

This woman has short, golden hair, a simple white shirt, a black pleated skirt, and a pair of slender legs wrapped in black stockings. The short blond hair clings to his white face, upright, as if angry.

Obviously she looked like a 16 or 17-year-old girl, but she was bulging, and she looked like a kid who played a temperament.

However, Shirou looked at the blonde girl, but couldn't help but stunned.

"You are in a daze again, Shi Lang!" The blonde girl pursed her lips and said with a displeased face, looking a little playful.

Looking at El Quette, Shirou whispered: "Love...El Quette..."

Yes, the girl in front of her is not someone else, it is El Quette who went to the moon to completely solve Zhu Yue that day and never returned.

"Huh? What's the matter, Shilang?" Alquette was originally annoyed, but when he noticed Shi Lang's mood, it seemed a little strange. He couldn't help but stretched out his palm to stick Shi Lang's forehead, muttering "No problem", and then again. Approaching Shiro, he leaned his forehead against Shiro's forehead.

For a moment, she retracted her head and said with a serious face: "Yeah. Confirmation is complete, there is no problem."

After that, she put on an angry expression again, and asked: "Is the novel I wrote so ugly, Shiro?"

"Huh?"

Shi Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, only to realize that he had a novel in his hands.

It is rich in abundance, with the title of the book written on it: "The King of Eternity Cannot Be the Girl of the True Ancestor", and the publishing house: Matsuyama.

Shiro: "..."

Seeing Shi Lang stunned on the spot, Alquette pursed his mouth and said angrily: "Don't just look at the name, don't turn to the contents! This is my work! After I finished it, it was the first. I'll ask you to share my joy! Could it be that Shirou didn't consider me a friend?"

"Ah...no."

Shi Lang shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Alquette. It's just... It's just that the title of this book is too powerful, and I was shocked by it!"

Shi Lang said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, El Quett smiled like a cat, "Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Right."

Elquet looked at Shirou expectantly.