This is My Heroic Path

Having said that, Xiaoyu is too passive, right?

Even Joan, a little girl who spent many years in the countryside, knew that when she heard her explanation, she usually held the girl's hand and said: How could I forget such an important thing?

Then talk some sweet words, and then just sit on the wall of Uruk leaning on each other's shoulders, looking up at the starry sky, talking about ideals and so on...

After all, this kind of thing can be done now, right?

Anyway, this fish is so passive, even if she takes the initiative to do something, I am afraid he will not resist, after all, he seems to be the kind of person with strong adaptability.

Miss Saintess is a bold person, so as soon as this idea popped up in her mind, she was ready to implement it immediately.

She coughed lightly at first, then took a peek at An Zhiyu, then moved her body silently to his side, and then peeked at his expression secretly, but because of the big black body The robe blocked most of his face, and he couldn't see his face at all.

Joan of Arc hesitated, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you wearing this kind of clothes?"

An Zhiyu was puzzled for a moment, and realized what she meant after noticing Joan's gaze, and immediately smiled and said: "Are you talking about clothes? This is the clothes of a certain god. This time I accept it as his identity." Summoned."

"That's it." Joan of Arc showed a faint smile, and the shoulders of the two had been stuck together at some point, and even though they were separated by a layer of fabric, they could still feel the touch of the girl's skin.

An Zhiyu was stunned, subconsciously glanced at Joan of Arc, and then silently looked away.

Is this... a default?

Since she couldn't see An Zhiyu's face clearly, Joan could only make judgments from his actions. She tried her best to slow down her heartbeat, and then stretched out her hand to put it on the back of An Zhiyu's hand.

"Ah, it's really annoying. That king is really good at commanding people, and he always scolds people as bastards. It really pissed me off. By the way, why is it so quiet here? The party is over already?"

Accompanied by this voice full of displeasure, Joan withdrew her hand almost like an electric shock, lightly clenched her hand into a fist and coughed lightly in front of her mouth to hide her shyness.

Then, she raised her head to look at the culprit who disturbed her and An Zhiyu's wonderful night time.

It was a very heroic looking girl, dressed in light attire. At this moment, the girl walked into the room carelessly with a coat in her hand like a "big guy", then shook her capable single ponytail, found a chair and sat down Down, the blonde hair stays bright even at night.

"Is this the last servant summoned by Gilgamesh?" Joan looked at the girl in front of her suspiciously, and whispered to An Zhiyu.

But the young man beside him did not say anything for a long time, which also made Joan turned to look at him in doubt, but saw that he was obviously shaken, under the hood of the black robe, in those golden eyes With a look of disbelief.

"Mordred?!" An Zhiyu blurted out almost subconsciously.

Being called out his real name, Mordred couldn't help turning his head to look at An Zhiyu in confusion.

She threw her coat on the table, then tilted her head and asked, "Who are you? Do you know me?"

Chapter 289 I am your father

An Zhiyu looked at the girl in front of him delicately.

He didn't expect that he would meet the girl in this way.

Mordred, she is one of the Knights of the Round Table, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur, and is also the artificial human created by Morgan Le Fay with Artoria...

This should be the story, but An Zhiyu was ordered to pull out the sword in the stone at the beginning, and everything went according to Morgan's wishes. Naturally, Morgan has no reason to create another artificial human to fight against Artoria.

But that doesn't mean Mordred won't be born.

Because, the current Mordred is very likely to be born in the form of an 'artificial human'.

"Did you hear me? Hello?!"

Probably because An Zhiyu didn't answer for a long time, the anxious girl patted the table.

The wine on the table rippled with the dim yellow light of the candles.

Looking at An Zhiyu who was completely lost in thought, Joan of Arc also looked over in puzzlement, and then opened her mouth slightly: "Little—"

An Zhiyu immediately reacted, covered Joan's mouth, then looked at Mordred again, and said in a low tone: "I have the ability to see through my real name."

"See through the real name?" Mordred raised his brows slightly, and then grinned, "It's really a remarkable ability, no matter what, the people here are almost drunk, you can have a drink with me, or else I will have a drink at night." You will definitely not be able to sleep."

After finishing speaking, she stepped and sat down next to An Zhiyu very familiarly, crossed her legs and turned her head to look at Joan next to her. After a few glances, she murmured to herself: "It looks like my mother." It's really like it."

It looks very similar to my mother...meaning I am the mother and An Zhiyu is the father? !

Joan's eyes widened slightly, and her pupils flickered for a while, but she quickly calmed down, and gently pushed An Zhiyu's hand away, without making a sound.

Seeing this, An Zhiyu secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Judging from this, Joan of Arc already understood what he meant.

"Here, here you are." At this moment, at some point in front of her eyes, there was an extra wine glass, which was poured for him by Mordred just now, and then she poured another glass for herself.

"Cheers." Involuntarily, she touched the wine glass with the one in An Zhiyu's hand, and then drank it down in one gulp. Then she threw the wine glass heavily on the table, and sighed contentedly.

"It's so cool."

"I remember you are still underage, right? Is it okay to drink?" An Zhiyu took a sip of his wine calmly.

"It's a minor, but so what?" Mordred smiled complacently, "As long as no one finds out, nothing will happen, don't look at me, I used to drink secretly without telling my father when I was very young. "

An Zhiyu frowned slightly.

this bear boy...

"The one next to me is Miss Joan of Arc. You said she looks very similar to your mother... I'm curious, who is your mother?" After introducing the girl next to him, An Zhiyu probed asked sexually.

Mordred glanced at An Zhiyu, poured himself another glass of wine, "It's okay to tell you."

"She used to be King Arthur's wife. Later, my father felt that being king was too tiring, so he gave up the throne to her." Mordred said softly, taking a sip of his wine.