Lords of Camelot

In the courtyard, Jiu Mo has also shared his story with others. He feels honored, proud and proud of his past. That was a life he lived, trying his best and leaving no regrets.

"This life is quite heavy for you. You will be branded as a traitor and passed down through the ages."

Vlad III could only sigh a few words, but Mordred just laughed and teased him, saying that Vlad III was the same, wasn't he? Both sides were carrying a bad reputation.

Vlad III was not angry, after all, Old Mo was just teasing, not insulting. He could only say that his situation was different from Old Mo's. Old Mo took the responsibility on his own initiative, while he was completely fabricated by later generations to have such a bad reputation.

Mordred nodded to show his understanding. Everyone has their own ideas. If it were him, he would probably be angry too. A noble hero was slandered as a horrible monster, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

"But having said that, I'm afraid you are a little different from Mordred here. This makes me curious about your abilities. I think you must have abilities that we can't even think of."

"That's hard to say~ Well, I'm definitely not a servant that can be dealt with easily, although I'm still a little worse than the king and the previous lord. Compared to the king, I lack a dragon's heart, and compared to the previous lord, I lack his noble soul."

Jiu Mo nonchalantly pointed out his shortcomings, and the three people beside him chuckled in agreement.

However, this also aroused Fiore's curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask what Old Mo's wish for the Holy Grail was.

"You have already summoned it with the chalk fragments. It must be me, the previous lord, or the king. In the end, I came, so it should be that my compatibility with you is the best. Of course, it may also be because the king is busy with his own affairs."

What these words meant was that he had no wish for the Holy Grail, and that was normal. His biggest stigma was being a traitor, but now he was saying directly that it was a position he chose to take on, so there was nothing to regret about his life, he was just being pulled in to do the job.

"Hahahahaha! If we win the Holy Grail War, I will definitely compete with you. This is so interesting, son of the lion, red knight, your existence makes me very happy."

Old Mo answered calmly that they would fight with all their strength when the time came, and he was also looking forward to fighting with Vlad III with all his strength.

Then Vlad III and Danik left, and Old Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fiore finally smiled, and it was obvious from the relief that Old Mo was under a lot of pressure just now.

"I don't like the feeling of chatting with so-called big shots. It's not friendly or relaxing. Both my adoptive father and my biological father are relaxed people in this regard. Even at a round table meeting, the atmosphere between us is relatively relaxed and there is no pressure."

After hearing what he said, Fiore was also very interested in his two fathers. However, if these things were to be discussed in detail, it would probably take a long time to talk about them. She could probably guess that Old Mo would talk a lot.

"Oh, by the way, Master. If we win in the end, that means we start a civil war on the black side, and you have to fight your brother. In that case, is it okay?"

"Eh? Have you noticed this already? Notice that Colles is my brother."

Mordred shrugged his shoulders to say that of course, he was also a younger brother. He could tell at a glance that a sister cared about her brother, and Gareth was the same.

However, after a moment of silence, Fiore said that she would definitely win because she was better than her brother and she could do it.

Her words made Jiu Mo sigh in his heart, and then he suddenly laughed heartily and said, "Okay~ Master, you should go to rest and sleep~ If a young girl like you doesn't rest well, your skin will get wrinkles~ Maybe even scars~ Okay, okay~ I'll take you back to rest~"

"Mordred~"

Fiore also made a coquettish noise like a young girl, but Old Mo didn't care at all. His life was already fully mature, and Fiore was just like a child in front of him.

Now this is pure brother taking care of his sister, and that's what Mordred is like.

The first day passed uneventfully, and on the second day, Mordred went to see the other servants. Well, the archer's real name was easy to guess, but Mordred didn't care.

Let's survive the Holy Grail War first. If he dies before the civil war comes, he won't have the chance to make a wish to the Holy Grail. Although he doesn't care at all, after all, he doesn't have any wish to make to the Holy Grail.

At night, under the magical monitoring of the Black Magician Avisbronn, they obtained the information of the first Red Servant.

"How do I look when I fight?!"

"Perfect, I really drew a good Servant."

"That's only natural, because I'm the only knight who surpasses my father!"

"But, can you still play like this, throwing the sword away at the end?"

"How stupid! It's fine as long as I win, but I have to win!"

"I totally agree with you~"

The scene in the picture shows Shishi Jiejieli and his servants who have just come out of the church after meeting Father Kotomine Shirou. They just defeated a group of puppets created by Avisbron and the androids of the Yugdomirenia clan under surveillance, and are now about to leave.

However, except for the Black Cavalryman Siegfried, everyone else's mouth corners were twitching. They all simultaneously turned their gazes to Old Mo...

That red and silver armor, that devil-horned helmet... No way? It can't be such a coincidence, can it? This can really fight itself?

The corners of Jiu Mo's mouth and eyebrows were twitching. What was the difference between this and broadcasting his past dark history directly to other heroes? But he couldn't refute it because he was really like this in the past.

Now that he saw this again, he didn't know how to complain. All he could say was that it was outrageous...

"That person is very strong, worthy of being the best swordsman servant."

Vlad III said these two sentences with a smile. At this time, Old Mo also said dissatisfiedly, "Don't provoke him. He still has some ideas in his mind."

"She is very strong, I admit. But, there is no way she can beat me. Lord Long, just watch carefully. To be honest, when I saw the red magic power being released, I could guess what was going on, hmm..."

That was all that Jiu Mo could say now, he didn't want to say anything else. This was something he had never thought of before the battle, and now he was really blushing and his fists were stiff.

Fortunately, thanks to his years of education, he quickly calmed himself down.

When the time comes, he will really give her a lot of strength. What about the only knight who surpasses his father? Isn't it shameful to say such a thing...