Konoha Knight King

"Mordred, stand up and don't rest!"

"If you keep slacking off like this, how will you ever have a chance to defeat your enemy Arthur!"

In the castle of Orkney, a woman with a veil on her face spoke gloomily to a girl lying on the ground gasping for breath.

This is the sentence that the girl named Mordred heard most while growing up.

Arthur was the name she heard the most, so she was naturally curious about him.

Why does the Queen Mother hate Arthur so much?

Why did my mother say he was my enemy?

If I see him, do I really have to listen to my mother and kill him?

With this in mind, Mordred accepted his mother's training seriously every day, but strangely, he did not feel any hatred towards the enemy his mother mentioned.

Later, when King Arthur returned victorious, the queen mother took her out of the castle in Orkney for the first time. Although she could only hide in the corner at the back of the crowd with her face covered, the brilliant figure still attracted her.

Under the sunlight and amid the cheers of the people, the figure on horseback shone brighter and brighter, and young Mordred's eyes were involuntarily drawn to it.

"That's Knight King Arthur..." She couldn't help but whispered as she looked at Arthur's back.

Suddenly, two hands were placed heavily on Mordred's shoulders. She turned her head quickly in shock. As expected, the owner of those hands was her mother.

The queen who called her a perfect work

Feeling the chill around her, even though she couldn't see her mother's eyes at this moment, she knew that there must be nothing but hatred in those eyes.

"Yes, that's the opponent you should target."

“It’s an enemy you have to defeat.”

Mordred looked into the distance in confusion, but the king was no longer there.

I thought it was impossible

Because the king is so perfect and beautiful

That's why I decided to serve that person.

I don't want to make perfect works, I want to be the king's knight

I decided to be the tip of his sword

Become the one who removes the filth from it

But a few years passed, and Mordred never saw the king again. She thought she would never have another chance, until her mother asked her to become the king's knight and find a chance to get rid of the king.

This made the knight named Mordred feel infinite joy in his heart, not because he was happy to kill the enemy for his mother, but because he was secretly happy to see the king again.

At this time, she not only did not have the hatred towards the king as her mother expected, but instead had unparalleled enthusiasm and longing for him.

So she didn't refuse

This obedient behavior made the mother extremely satisfied. Apart from anything else, at least this attitude was much better than those rebellious sons.

Because of his bloodline and his mother's training, Mordred was much stronger than other knights of the same period. With his repeated military exploits, he soon became a Knight of the Round Table. Although he was only the last seat, it was still enough to make Mordred very excited.

It was this close contact that gave Mordred a clearer understanding of the Knight King.

That's right, the Knight King has no selfish desires.

What is necessary is necessary, and what is not necessary does not exist.

I never daydream, and I have no dreams in my heart

Yes, Wang is too perfect, too perfect

"Mordred"

The slightly angry and cold voice pulled Mordred back to his senses. This familiar voice made Mordred sober up.

"What on earth do you want to..."

"How long are you going to keep playing this childish game of knights?"

"Mother..." Mordred shrank her neck. She had a natural fear of her mother.

"You are King Arthur's legitimate son! You are the king's clone who copied his life essence!" The Queen Mother couldn't wait any longer... She had waited too long, and she didn't want to wait any longer.

"I'm……"

"King Arthur's...child?"

After a brief moment of shock, Mordred felt a strong, indescribable sense of surprise.

All along, she just thought that being the king's knight was enough, but when her mother said that she was the king's child, this luxury that she never dared to dream of became a reality, she felt that her whole body became light, as if her soul had arrived in the clouds.

After her soul returned to her body, she felt so excited that she could not wait to come to the palace. She was eager to share this joy with her father.

Can……

The father whom she regarded as a god rejected her.

Her father refused to acknowledge her identity.

"why?"

"Are you unwilling to acknowledge me as your child, Knight King?"

Mordred wanted to step forward in disbelief, but all she got was a resolute back.

At that moment, the light that shone into her heart dimmed without warning. The statue of the Knight King in Mordred's heart collapsed, and was replaced by hatred for the King.

…………

"How is it! How is it, King Arthur!"

"This is the end of your country!"

"This is what you get for not passing the throne to me!"

Mordred roared unwillingly. Even at this time she was still unwilling to give in. It would be enough if he just acknowledged her and acknowledged that she was his child!

The throne? Who cares!

All I want is the king's recognition! Even if it's just a lie to myself, even if it's just a lie, it's enough!

Why don’t you want to, why!

But in response to Mordred's angry roar, the king simply clenched his sword, and it was this action that completely angered the fragile Mordred.

She angrily pointed her sword at the king and asked

"Why! Do you hate me so much?!"

"Do you hate me so much for being the son of a witch?!"

"Answer me, Arthur!"

Mordred angrily swung her sword at the king she admired, and the king did not give her an explanation until she cut off King Arthur's sword.

This made Mordred even more furious, but King Arthur, who had replaced the Holy Lance, spoke at this time.

"I never hated you"

"The reason why I didn't pass the throne to you"

Mordred trembled all over, and his eyes under the helmet stared at King Arthur.

"Pfft..."

The Holy Lance pierced Mordred's abdomen without warning, and his helmet shattered into pieces. The King's voice once again reached Mordred's ears, whose consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

“The reason I didn’t pass the throne to you is because you don’t have the talent to be a king.”

His vision gradually blurred, and Mordred's hand fell weakly.

"Father...King"

…………

"This...this is"

what sound?

Mordred lay helplessly on the small bed, but he could clearly hear a familiar voice in his tender ears.

Is this another magic workshop? So the legendary Heroic Seat is the magic workshop?

Is there any mistake?

"It is a man-made human made from the two portions of blood you provided, Captain."

Another voice came, a hoarse and somewhat strange voice... Maybe there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, Mordred guessed maliciously.

And why is she an android? Can't she be set up as a normal human being?

"Give this child a name, Captain."

"Eh? Eh! You're right, we should give this child a name."

Mordred! My name is Mordred!

If you're wrong I won't admit it!

"Mordred"

Eh? The voice was so soft that Mordred almost didn't hear it clearly. This inexplicable coincidence, coupled with the familiar voice, forced Mordred to open his eyes with all his strength.

Almost the moment he saw that person, Mordred was stunned.

Father father father father father father…Father?!

There is no mistake, she would never mistake this face!

This is... her father!

Why is my father here?

Could it be that my father was also sent here after his death?

"Eh?"

"What do you think of calling this child Mordred?"

Father... Father, are you acknowledging that I am her child?

Before Mordred could react, she was held in her father's arms.

This...this this!

Is this heaven!

"Mordred from the Immortal Mordred?"

What? What is the Immortal Mordred? Mordred rolled his eyes in his heart.

“Of course, it’s a good name.”

"That's natural"

The man who looked like my father said it as a matter of course, even with a hint of pride.

But...will my father do this?

No, but this...

"It seems that the captain has unexpectedly high expectations for this child... Mordred."

"Eh?"

The father seemed to be stumped by the question, and Mordred in the father's arms also became nervous.

What would my father say at this time?

'No, you misunderstood, she doesn't have the talent I should have high hopes for' or something like that?

"Of course! This child is my miracle!"

Miracle?

me?

Mordred was stunned by this sudden surprise. Is this still the father who refused to acknowledge her?

Before she had finished digesting it, she felt a breeze blowing across her face, followed by a voice that was not disguising its excitement.

"Let's go! Xiao Mo, let's go home!"

Mordred looked at his 'father' with a complicated expression.

Is this... really my father?

This face is undoubtedly the face of my father.

But...will her father be so gentle to her?

Will her father smile with joy at her birth?

.........

The breeze is blowing and the sun is shining

Mordred was held in the arms of his 'father', and the familiar sword of oath of victory was stuck in the ground

The gentle warm sun shines on the face of the "father", and the confident smile in Mordred's eyes is dyed with a holy light.

"I swear on this sword!"

"I will lead the village to new heights and new glory, and make the village the strongest! Even the only one!"

It was at this time that Mordred finally believed

This father is not the father he knows.