I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Romanian ancient city, Sighisoara.

After 1,500 years, the legend reappeared and the Battle of the Sword Fence was repeated.

No one expected that such a situation would develop, not Mordred, not Arturia, not even Shinji who caused all this.

King Arthur, Arturia pressed her child Mordred against the wall and refused to let go no matter how much Mordred struggled.

Mordred even thought about using the horns on his helmet to push it, but the height of the two people determined that the horns could only push up to the shoulders, but not the neck or head.

It was only then that Mordred, who was overwhelmed by all kinds of intense emotions, realized something was wrong - when did the father in his memory become so tall? Shouldn't he be as tall as himself? (Both are 154cm)

The hatred and anger surging in her chest gradually faded away, and her IQ affected by the "monkey subtraction" once again took over the high ground, and she finally realized the current situation.

"Did I... lose? I lost to my father, again."

Finding that the strength coming from her body was gradually weakening, Arturia couldn't help but reduce her strength, although her suppressing posture did not change.

Mordred removed his helmet and the Noble Phantasm that concealed his true name that he received from his mother Morgan, revealing a face that was exactly the same as King Arthur's except for his hairstyle.

This is the second time she has done this.

For the first time, she took the initiative to confess her life experience to her father.

Morgan, who was disappointed with Mordred, revealed the secret of his life experience to Mordred - that is, the fact that he was an unfaithful son created by King Arthur and Morgan. And the words that are both a prophecy and a curse, "King Arthur does not know that you are her child, and even if he knew, he would not recognize such a filthy fact."

Modred was deeply shocked, but he was also immersed in unparalleled joy.

He is not a real human being, he is a child with the same bloodline as that king. No, since as the legitimate son of the king who transcends all human beings, it is an honor to be not a human being. As the heir of the king, he is worthy of his name and shares his body and mind. Mordred asked the king ecstatically. For him, who had never known his father's love since childhood, the "father" figure of King Arthur was already equivalent to God.

However, when she came to the king, took off her helmet, and told everything, she was fully expecting to be recognized. The king ruthlessly refused.

"I see. Although it is my sister's trick, you are indeed my child. However, I am not prepared to admit this, nor will I entrust the throne to you."

"Really...why I can only be at the bottom of the round table - I finally understand."

King Arthur loathed her sister Morgan. So how could Mordred, as her child, gain the approval of the king.

No matter how hard she worked, even if she was better than anyone else, Mordred was despised by King Arthur as the evil son who had stained her life the moment she was born.

The higher you stand on the top of the clouds, the more painful it will be when you fall. For Mordred this was the transition from hope to despair, which ignited a fire of hatred for King Arthur in his heart.

But this time, there was no hatred in Mordred's eyes, only peace, a lifeless calm, like the remains of a burnt out object.

"Hahahaha, I thought I had surpassed my father. How ridiculous - my life is a joke."

Arturia sighed, not knowing what to say. Whether she was the king or now, she has never understood her child. I don’t know what she is asking for, I don’t know why she is rebellious, I don’t know why she hates herself so much, I don’t know what she was going crazy about just now.

Seeing that his father didn't speak, Mordred showed a hint of pleading on his face: "Now, please say something, king, father."

"I... don't know what to say." Arturia's expression was distressed, but it was hidden by the mask, so Mordred didn't see it.

"You - you don't know what to say? Don't you hate me? Don't you hate me for destroying your kingdom! Destroying the Britain you love so much and have devoted everything to! You know, Britain now Except for the name, everything is different from your Britain, completely different!!!" Mordred started to get excited again.

"British?"

Arturia lowered her head, her eyes dazed.

Do you hate Mordred? In fact, this issue is very complicated.

As a king, as a correct incarnation (slave), I did not hate, or did not think about hating. At that time, all she wanted was to redeem her country and people, so she made a contract with the Inhibitory Force and traveled through time and space to seek the Holy Grail. If she really wanted to hate her, it was she who hated her. The so-called king was the one who had to bear everything after all. Mordred's rebellion was also the king's sin.

After untying her heart, relinquishing the throne, and returning to an ordinary girl, she admitted that she had hated and blamed Mordred. But that was just a temporary feeling indulging in a past dream. After waking up from the dream, the feeling faded away.

After all, fifteen hundred years have passed. Even though Utopia is located in the Inland Sea of ​​Stars, the passage of time can hardly be felt. She has also changed a lot compared to her "life" - although she has not realized it yet.

Mordred felt a sense of sadness when he found that his father had become a dull gourd again.

Are you unwilling to say even one more word to me? So--

"Okay, I understand. You don't hate me, and you don't treat me as your child. You just treat me as an ordinary knight, and in the end probably a rebellious knight."

"Kill me, king. Since the rebellious knight failed, he should have a befitting ending."

Mordred's eyes lost their usual brightness, as if his soul had been taken away.

He challenged his father for the second time, but was defeated at an overwhelming disadvantage.

Even with the words he cared about most, Britain did not arouse his father's feelings, even hostility.

After all the words were said, his father did not even see him in his eyes.

More importantly, her father had another child - she was really envious, envied that child being held in his arms by his father, and envied her father's gentle attitude towards her.

Ah, even though I know it's impossible, I really want to be treated like this by my father.

In that case, even death would be worth it.

"Mordred..." Arturia involuntarily took two steps back and released her hold on Mordred.

She didn't understand the deep and strong emotions in Mordred's words before, and she doesn't understand much now, but at least she can feel a deep sadness.

She hesitated.

"This is not like you, King Arthur. Just like the sword fence, pierce my chest again. This is my last prayer - you are the Black Lancer, you should carry that holy spear. ." Mordred closed his eyes, his peaceful and calm expression finally taking on a bit of his father's temperament.

Arturia raised her hand, and the glorious gun that once illuminated the darkest era was now in her hand. However, the trembling of the gun tip showed the unrest in her heart.

"Goodbye, father." Mordred murmured softly.

Then, the gun roared.

PS: Let’s do some popular science. The modern British people are descendants of the Anglo-Saxons. The Britain led by King Arthur was Celtic. At that time, King Arthur was leading the army to resist the invasion of the Anglo-Saxons. That’s why Mordred behaved like this. sigh.

PS2: This family is all gifted with paranoia and speculation, but they still hide their faces. Alas, they are also very drunk.

PS3: The battle at the sword fence at the end of the previous chapter was obviously a joke. There was no such thing as a father-son attack during his lifetime.