My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Faced with Lion Jie Jieli's question, what was your reply?

“…I’m sorry, but I don’t know either.

Yes, that's what she said. Facing Mordred's master, she chose to be frank, because her intuition told her that this rough-looking magician could understand her complicated mood at the moment. .

While trying to teach Mordred, Artoria would have flashbacks in her mind from time to time. It was the fog that enveloped her because of the interference from Joan of Arc and Atalanta, causing little Jack to lose control. London is a hell in the eyes of countless children.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, in fact, she was no less shocked in the illusion than Atalanta or even Sieg in the original work. Although Merlin had warned her over and over again that darkness always goes hand in hand with light, just like the two sides of a coin, this was the first time Artoria had personally experienced how vicious human beings can develop. Terror exists.

Compared with such deep despair, even Britain, which is raging with war and people's livelihood is in decline, seems much gentler. If the country she built becomes like this, then she will destroy it all even if she degenerates into evil.

——I inevitably recalled my innocent words back then.

[There are many people laughing, I think, that must be correct. 】

To live for people, to live with people, and to leave a future for people, the girl drew her sword and killed herself. To this day, Artoria has to admit that there is an element of self-movement here. The king is too arrogant. , even if her heart is beating eagerly, people can only see her cold back at the top.

And so Britain fell - overthrown by her titular child, Mordred.

During her days in Utopia, she had imagined the reason for the name of the Rebellious Knight countless times, but she could not figure it out. But now, she had a vague answer in her heart.

What if, in the eyes of the artificial beings who were modeled after her, who were born less than a few years ago, the Britain built by her father was like the foggy London, a prison filled with crimes and punishments?

What if the king reflected in her eyes is the source and carrier of all these sins and all sorrows?

In that case, it would be natural to draw the sword out of anger. What position could I have to express my indignation at her resistance and successful destruction of 'Hell'?

It was out of this kind of thinking that Arturia was able to calmly stand side by side with Mordred and ask her inner doubts:

"Now, Mordred, tell me...are humans good or evil?"

Didn't you call me Qing? Such a title...

Mordred's hands tightened slightly, his whole body tensed, and he tried to make his voice ferocious and impatient:

"Are you stupid? Human beings are human beings. They are a group of beasts who choose to do good or evil according to the situation at that time."

"……Why?"

"Because if you don't have enough food and clothing, all manners and benevolence will disappear without a trace. To put it bluntly, it's just a slightly smarter beast!" As if recalling the past, Mordred couldn't help but get excited, "In my case It seems that other people are not important at all, as long as I am an outstanding existence!"

King Mingming has sacrificed so much for the country, and his ingenuity is impeccable... But all it takes is a simple drought and war, and those stupid people will lose their sense of shame and morality, and turn their fear into anger and pour it on the supreme One. The king...

"Do you hate humans?"

In response to Artoria's straightforward question, Mordred affirmed without flinching:

"Of course I hate it. They never forget their grudges, but they will forget the favors they have received. As long as it is something that will cause losses to themselves, they must try their best to avoid it even if they sacrifice everything. If it is not troublesome, they will do something boring Good deeds, but if it is a very troublesome thing, they will turn a blind eye to the huge evil forces. They will always act driven by selfish desires. Once they fail, they will blame others other than themselves. There is no value worth protecting at all. !”

As if saying "the conclusion has been reached", the girl took one bite of the pancake, twisted her neck, and tore off the stuffing. Her movements were sharp and beautiful, like a handsome lion.

"What a sad conclusion." Arturia murmured in a low voice and continued to ask: "So, was this the reason why you rebelled during your lifetime?"

The air froze for a moment, the candlelight in the church stopped instantly, and the shadowy outlines outside the window were fixed, as if they were shackled by some invisible pressure, almost suffocating.

"...No, my understanding of human beings and my rebellion are two completely different issues. Do you want to use an excuse to attack me, King Arthur?"

Mordred's eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, and I was afraid that if she continued to speak, she would actually draw her sword and strike at him.

"Well, let's not talk about rebellion for now - but there are many people who follow you, right?"

Just when Mordred thought the topic would stop, Artoria continued to advance the topic unceremoniously. She probably didn't expect that she would continue to be questioned. Her eyes suddenly widened.

King Arthur, the rebelled holy king, asked her about the details of the rebellion in front of the rebel leader as if it was nothing?

Is there something wrong? They are all dead, so what's the point of talking about this!

"Aren't there still many people who respect you and are willing to support you as king? Do you also want to despise them?"

The holy sword was drawn out and the holy spear was raised high. In a trance, Mordred saw the fully armed king charging towards her. Her spirit tightened instantly. Almost subconsciously, the girl who was respected as the king by the rebels spoke, her words were like swords. General response:

"They had to bet on me only for their own reasons. They had the need to rebel against the king. I will neither despise those who resist me nor regard those who support me as For your own kind.”

"Do you want to despise everyone?"

"——I am the being who should be the king. How can the king treat human beings as the same kind? Can the king just cry and laugh with humans to save them? There is no such thing. The so-called king is absolutely You can’t be like that.”

Facing the legendary King Arthur, Mordred spoke quietly in an emotionless tone.

Facing the solemn Mordred, Artoria quietly held her breath. In her holy blue eyes, this familiar figure overlapped with several kings she had met and killed.

Moonlight, courtyard, king, banquet.

The memory of the past prompted Artoria to blurt out:

"What kind of kingly rule do you want to implement? Do you want to be an evil king or a good king?"

! ! !

While understanding the words, Mordred clearly heard the sound of blood vessels flowing and his heartbeat like a drum.

She knew very well that this was an absolutely unavoidable question, because Arturia, as the Holy King, was probing the heart of another king.

——Father, recognized her.

Mordred's expression was slightly distorted, even showing uncontrollable anger. However, this emotion was not towards Artoria, but towards herself, towards the stupid accurate person whose mind was still blank until now. king.

Now I am fighting to become the king. As long as there is an opportunity to challenge the chosen sword, I will have absolute confidence to pull out the sword.

So, what kind of king do I want to be?

Hope to become the ideal king. I hope to be a king who can protect everyone he wants to protect and be recognized by everyone.

In order to achieve this goal, should we become a king who is an ideal symbol for the people like his father? Or should we be a greedy king who is willing to involve everything in order to realize his dream?

If you want to be the king of ideals, you will definitely feel suffocated. If you want to be the king of greed, you will definitely be resented by the people.

Mordred stared blankly at the streets outside the window. According to the knowledge given by the Holy Grail, this country still bears the scars of being dominated by tyrants.

Carrying out tyranny with twisted delusions, people built meaningless luxurious palaces. As a result, the tyrant was defeated and died in the rebellion. I definitely don’t want to become that kind of king——

So, is it better to be a perfect king like his father who sacrifices his life for his ideals? Apparently even the father fell down on the way?

"……hateful."

The problem that he has never faced face to face is now placed in front of him by the object of his hatred.

Wanting to be a king——I just hold such a simple longing, but I don’t have any prospects for the future after becoming a king.

Have the other kings ever thought about this? Did the tyrants, wise kings or cowardly kings who left their names in history have any vision for the future of their rule?

My father, Artoria Pendragon, what exactly do you expect from the country you rule?

"...It was obviously destroyed by my own hands. How can I talk about the future?"

In front of Artoria, Mordred suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. Indeed, it was King Arthur who led Britain to peace, but it was himself who completely destroyed everything.

If I were to ask what was the worst thing about it—I still haven’t regretted it.

You won't get anyone's recognition, you won't get anyone's care, you won't get anyone's love, and you won't fall in love with anyone. A peaceful world is wonderful, and so are the people who risk their lives for it.

However, why can't we give even a little bit of affection to those who have dedicated everything to this beauty?

He didn't even expect to get her love. At the very least, if she could give herself a little attention and follow her figure with her eyes, that would be enough.

"Stop saying stupid things, you will definitely not be satisfied. You will ask for her love and affection endlessly, and in the end you will even ask for the throne. In the end, you will completely destroy her rule."

That was a whisper coming from the bottom of his heart. While feeling anxious, Mordred also accepted this statement.

Maybe that's true - after all, I don't know what love is at all. Is it something sweet, something bitter, something sour, or something tasteless and odorless?

How could a knight who didn't even know what love was able to declare in front of King Arthur what kind of king he wanted to be without any shame?

Bitterness arose in her heart, but before the girl dropped her head in despair, a pair of palms cupped her cheeks, forcing her to raise her head and look into those serious holy blue eyes.

"Don't be discouraged, Mordred. It doesn't matter if you can't answer it." Artoria said to the dumbfounded Mordred with a serious face, "Just like tonight's question, I believe that sooner or later you will be able to answer it." Get it done.”

As if she finally realized the contradiction, Artoria put down her hand, coughed lightly, and turned around to leave.

"I hope I can hear your heartfelt answer when we meet next time."

Mordred did not speak. Her brain had been burned out when Arturia touched her. She just watched her father leave in a daze, with one sentence playing on a loop in her mind:

She's encouraging me She's encouraging me She's encouraging me...

Father, she has me in her heart!

"Hey, hey, hey hey..."

Outside the church, Joan of Arc looked at the giggling Mordred, shook her head, and couldn't bear to look at her: "This child is stupid."

"Well, I really didn't expect it to unfold like this." "Oh, my inspiration has come!" "Has King Arthur finally recognized Mordred..." "Do you think Mordred will choose the good king or the evil king?" "Master, let's go have barbecue tonight!"

Behind her, a group of guys did not go back to rest at all, but started discussing with great interest. There was even a magic screen. It was obvious that a certain empress was abusing magic power and live-streamed eating melons in the distance. They were obviously from different camps, and they were going to fight brutally the next day. But at this moment, the heroes tacitly forgot about each other's conflicts, and they were communicating like friends.

People who can become heroes are the ones who stand out among the crowd. When they put aside their grudges and try to accept and communicate, their cheerful atmosphere and warmth can easily infect all those who are watching or even joining in.

"King Arthur left without noticing us. It seems that Shuo Yue's imitation breath blocking effect is very good... Shuo Yue? Shuo Yue!"

Joan of Arc called several times and turned around in surprise, only to find the assassin in black robe smiling silently. In his eyes, he reflected the noisy crowd and the silly and cheerful Mordred in the church. .

The warm light in the church blended into his handsome face, and the young man seemed to be looking at the most precious treasure that was about to pass away, with an expression of cherishment and reluctance.

"Shuoyue...?"