Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

"I am guilty."

"The knights of the round table are gone and never returned. From then on, the power is concentrated in the king, and the tyranny oppresses the people, Mordred! You are guilty!"

Mordred suddenly raised his head, and the stubbornness and rebellion that made Arturia so angry appeared on his face again, and his tone was also unquestionable: "I am not guilty!"

She tugged at the rein in her hand, and looked at her mother indifferently: "The so-called king can kill as he pleases, and his words are constitutional. One word can decide the life and death of all people, and it is the king's way to make up for himself. What is the crime?" !"

"I know, I know!"

King Arthur glared at her: "You just want to use the resources of this country to find your father! You know, that's impossible to find! He's gone!"

Artoria looks more like a woman now, with a rare hint of sadness in her expression: "I can't find it, do you know..."

The black king was silent, how could she give up?

Although she is the crown prince of Britain, the next generation of the rightful king, the blood of the red dragon, honor, glory, and thousands of glory are all in one.

However, this is not what she wants, all she wants is that man in Tsing Yi who accompanied her through her childhood, touches her little head again, and calls her Moni dotingly again...

As for the others?What does that matter to her?

The petite woman met Mordred's eyes.He closed his eyes in pain and said hoarsely: "Britain shouldn't be like this..."

The girl remained expressionless: "That's my business, I will be the last king of Britain."

She looked down at her mother, looked at her face that had not aged for decades, looked at her face reflected in her clear green pupils, and whispered: "Surrender, I will protect you from death."

Arthur shook his head: "Monnie, I hope you're right, I'd rather you be right, and I hope you find it, but ah—"

She turned her head, and there were dozens of tired knights covered in fire and blood, but ready to fight at any time: "I want to be worthy of the people who died in this meaningless battle, I must be worthy of the last king's will, I, I must be worthy of that The broken sword in the stone."

She raised her hand, the pure light flickered on the edge of the sword, she suddenly smiled, as if spring had returned to the land, and a hundred flowers bloomed: "Speaking of which, Mo Ni, since your father left, it has been a long time since I have competed with you in sword skills..."

Mordred jumped off his horse and looked at her coldly, with unknown emotions in his eyes: "Before the final battle, I have a question to ask you."

She took a step forward, her eyes fixed on her: "Am I the biological daughter of you and your father?"

King Arthur frowned, not knowing why she would ask such a question.

"From childhood to adulthood! From childhood to adulthood! You haven't even looked at me directly!"

The girl in black armor pointed her finger at her mother's nose, the anger on her face seemed like a volcano that was about to erupt: "You are very busy every day, so busy...you have nothing but this country in your eyes! Except your people! Is there a daughter like me!"

"Did you pick me up from the trash? Or did you order from Taobao? Answer me, my mother!"

Artoria didn't know how to answer, and retreated silently.

"The knights of the round table that you are proud of? Huh? Look, how many people are loyal to you now? Except for those few hard bones, don't everyone else beg me for their lives like a dog..."

The girl laughed wildly, then restrained herself, and looked at her coldly: "In that royal city, you can remember every family, and you can remember exactly which family has less firewood, and you can also remember every household. Cavaliers, you have to personally ask how they are doing every month."

"But, my mother! Do you know when my birthday is? Do you know how old your daughter is?"

King Arthur closed his eyes in pain and guilt, listening to his daughter's one after another, as cold as a knife, and his heart was pierced like a knife.

She can only feel a little bit better if she holds the hilt of the sword tightly, and a little bit of coolness soaks into her heart from the palm of her hand.

The girl let out a huff, and looked at the sword in her hand with disdain: "Your ideals have long been ruined by your innocence, and you are worthy of this sword?"

King Arthur opened his eyes again, and he was not angry, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if this was a very happy past: "Your father forged this for me, and there is my blood on it, so naturally only I can use it."

Mordred frowned: "It's not the fairy of the lake..."

"You said it's a legend, it's just a legend, you actually believe it? You're still a child who must listen to stories before going to bed..."

The girl was at a loss for words, and then she became angry with embarrassment: "Bah! What a bullshit knight king, a shameless person who deceives the world and steals his name!"

She was about to say something more when suddenly a feathered arrow shot at her from the opposite side.

With a flick of his fingers, the hidden arrow was broken, and the arrow pierced the sneak attacking knight through the chest like a crossbow.

King Arthur didn't stop her, but coughed a few times in pain, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of green blood.

"This is……"

Mordred looked at the burning blood on the ground, his expression changed suddenly: "Poison?"

"Yes, the mortal medicine can have inexhaustible strength within three days, and with my red dragon blood, it is even more energetic, but—"

"However, you can only live for three days."

Mordred looked at her indifferently, but his hand holding a large black sword had already started to tremble: "Do you want to die that much?"

King Arthur bowed his head and coughed a few times, then straightened his back, his petite body exuded the majesty of a king.

She is a king, she will not bow her head, let alone bow her head in front of her own daughter.

The pitiful smile she hated so much appeared on Artoria's face again.

Mordred stared blankly.

"If you want to die so much, then you go to die."

........................

I originally wanted to write a family comedy, but in the end I went farther and farther on the road of pleasure.

I am Qingliu, and I speak for myself!

Thank you Jiugong sama for the reward, Xiaojiu, you are a elusive guy, aren't you picking up soap in the army?

Sure enough, many bastards will forget those recommendation tickets every day-my heart aches...

Chapter 108 Chapter [-] This is really a very pleasant thing

"Death, which was done 500 years ago, has to be done while kneeling. It's really interesting."

The lord of good fortune above the root is still sitting silently in the infinite void, observing the three realms and six realms with his eyes—that is, this universe, can't it be improved a bit?

Sitting quietly in his arms was a little loli in blue.

The long blue hair is tied into a playful double ponytail, matching with that natural face, the cuteness has skyrocketed.

The planetary consciousness of Earth has just experienced something that she finds very pleasant.

Although she has seen the reproduction and mating of animals on the earth before, she just thought it was a normal thing, and the principle was just like that...

Of course, her thoughts have largely remained the same now, she just feels that doing this kind of thing will make her very comfortable.

and……

She raised her little neck secretly, took a look at this guy who made her very comfortable, felt the little warmth on his body, and shrank back a little relieved.

For more than 40 billion years, she has never experienced this feeling.

Over the years, the only ones who have been able to communicate with her on an equal footing are Alaya and Zhu Yue. Needless to say, Zhu Yue, although Alaya is also a lolita, the two will eventually turn against each other on the issue of primate handling.

Gaia-chan, who had been alone for many years, suddenly felt this feeling of being held in someone's arms...

Not bad.

…………

"Not a bad ghost either!"

Earth, Europe Germany, Einzbern.

Emiya Kiritsugu took his precious daughter outside, playing a game of finding fat times in the snow...

It's about eight o'clock in the afternoon, after dinner.

Logically speaking, at this time in the past, he would watch TV with his wife Irisviel, and the naughty Illya-chan would run to her parents to act like a baby, and then play with her Barbie dolls. Chesi hugged her back to the small room to sleep.

Of course, sometimes the clingy Illya-chan needs to listen to a story for a while before falling asleep.

But today is a little bit special.

There are more people in the family...

"I knew you bastard was going to plot against me..."

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was holding his daughter, was in a broken mood at this moment, and said in his heart and above the roots of the superego who was also holding Lolita: "Liar! Knowing our relationship with King Arthur, she still puts her holy Give me the relic, are we the same person? I was cloned by you, right? Do clones have human rights?"

"calm down."

The lord of creation seemed to be in a good mood: "Don't talk about human rights, where do you get human rights in a place like Europe where capitalism gathers together? Aha? Freedom and democracy... I'm just listening to a joke and talking about business. The trouble left by Daozu is Our troubles, our cause and effect are connected together, we can't escape at all, it doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later."

"Then why do you want me to come? You can throw her to Liangyi, or you can go to battle by yourself. What do you mean by throwing me here? I have a wife, and this kind of bizarre development of a wife from a previous life I really appreciate Bumin..."

"Liangyi wants more fun than you. He is playing hide-and-seek with Mordred. If you feel that you are at a disadvantage, I don't suggest changing it for you..."

"No loss, no loss!"

Kiritsugu quickly waved his hand to veto it, he would rather face that rigid and serious King Arthur than play hide-and-seek with the extremely cruel and rebellious Mordred in history...

"As for me..."

The Creator looked down at Gaia, who seemed to be in a daze again, and the emptiness in his eyes was a little more emotional: "I am...accompanying my girlfriend."

"Nani!"

"Fuck!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there were two exclamations that did not interfere with each other.

Liangyi, who was at Matou's house, had a strange expression on his face, as if he saw Alquite cooking a table of good dishes: "My brother, you are not with Gaia..."

The Creator squinted his eyes and didn't speak. Emiya Kiritsugu was even more surprised than the Taoist. He almost jumped up: "Where the hell did you get a girlfriend? You have a ghost girlfriend? Mikoto isn't here at all, okay?"

Gaia, who was above the root, felt that the person holding her had a strange emotional fluctuation, turned her head and asked curiously: "What are you thinking?"

The white-haired young man in Tsing Yi was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I have a few people I like."

When I said this, I glanced at the look of the blue-haired loli indifferently, and found that there was nothing but curiosity in her eyes, but she was subtly angry: "The girls I like look a little older than you... "

"……Oh!"

Gaia was puzzled. Although he didn't know why he said this, he still listened patiently. Otherwise, he would make this guy unhappy and make fun of himself...

He looked away a little bored.

The general consciousness of the earth does not have human emotions, and it does not know such things as jealousy.