In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The ominous double horns on his helmet are striking.

===Chapter 87 Mordred's last seat at the round table===

"Unfamiliar knight, please state your name." The gatekeeper knight asked the knight with the strange armor on his head.

"my name is,"

"Mordred."

The strange knight looked at the Camelot Royal Court with yearning across his helmet.

There, there is the best knight order in Britain, the Knights of the Round Table.

There are all the valiant and powerful knights of the round table, and the most important thing is the inhabitant - the king of knights, the great Arthur.

The knight guarding the city smiled and nodded: "Knight, please remember that you are not allowed to unsheath the people in the city."

"Understood." Mordred replied impatiently.

"Then—sir, I wish you good luck." The knight guarding the city showed a smile, indicating that Mordred could enter the city.

With longing and yearning, Mordred walked towards the Royal Court of Camelot.

But what is behind the longing and yearning?

……

With his excellent martial arts, Mordred successfully joined a knight order in Britain.

War is what all knights yearn for, and Mordred's performance on the battlefield was extremely good, and he entered the eyes of the Knights of the Round Table.

After the assessment, Mordred won the round table seat without any accident.

Arthur looked at the knight with a strange helmet with a complicated expression.

She recognized it, she was her own son.

Before her disappearance, her sister Morgan Filler was secretive in Camelot and stayed in her magic workshop all day.

During a trip, none of the accompanying knights died, but the queen survived unharmed.

After that, it disappeared.

Arthur has his own sources of intelligence in the royal court, and he knows basically everything.

Including the fact that Lancelot and Guinevere hold a few chef-king clubs every month.

Morgan Feller used the means to obtain his own body information and "made" this artificial person.

It is his own avatar and the child of Morgan's avatar - Mordred.

After Morgan Feller disappeared, Arthur didn't look for her.

She was in the same mood as Lancelot, who was drugged by Elaine—Morgan Feller had tainted her chivalry.

But she is his own sister, Arthur can't raise a butcher's knife at her, so he simply doesn't go to her, out of sight and out of mind.

But now, why is this child who should not be born here?

And does her appearance carry Morgan's will? Does she know the relationship between them?

Arthur looked at Mordred with a stern look.

Leaving aside the delighted and anxious Mordred, Anno's chair was empty.

Like Merlin, Anno rarely appears in the Camelot court.

He spends most of his time at the Knights' Graveyard and the Holy Lake.

Parcival was dissatisfied with Anno's long absence from the parliament, so he wanted to sit in Anno's seat.

But Merlin got out of nowhere.

He solemnly explained to everyone: "This seat is a seat that represents disasters. Only those who can bear disasters are qualified to sit on this seat."

"If an unqualified person sits in this seat, he will only bring disaster to himself."

Merlin's connection with the human world is also rapidly weakening, and of course this is also related to his own choice.

It won't be too long and he will "self-discipline".

That is, no longer leaving the Tower of Paradise, no longer leaving Avalon.

Only at the top of the tower, observe everything with a dream.

===Chapter 88 Respect the Legend===

"Mordred..." Anno listened to Lancelot talking about what happened during this time, chanting this familiar name and thinking carefully.

He has not many memories of previous years, but a few are firmly remembered.

One of them is that Britain was destroyed by Mordred.

The magnificent palace built by King Arthur was destroyed by his own son.

"Can you take me to see that Mordred knight, Lancelot." Anno's hair and beard were more gray, basically turning gray, and the black ones were gone.

Mordred was Morgan's son, and Morgan ordered the destruction of Britain.

There was a sad light in his eyes.

……

"Mr. Mordred." Lancelot greeted Mordred, who was training as a knight.

"Sir Lancelot." Mordred put down his sword and returned the salute panting.

"Someone wants to meet you." Lancelot smiled kindly at his junior.

"But... I'm training." Mordred's energetic voice had a hint of embarrassment.

"Well, it's my father who wants to see you." Lancelot spread his hands, "You said you've always wanted to see him."

"Is that Lord Anno who wants to see me?!" Mordred responded in surprise.

The person she longed for, her father Arthur was naturally the unshakable first, and the second was Anno, who dedicated his life to Britain.

As for her mother, Morgan Feller, who had always instilled in her the idea of ​​destroying Britain, Mordred loved but disrespected it.

"My father is over there, come with me." Lancelot took the initiative to lead the way.

Mordred hurriedly followed.

She saw Anno from a distance.

Anno sat on a bench, still wearing that treasured armor for decades.

He is calm and quiet, like a wall, an ancient tree. Although he is calm, just looking at him will give people a sense of security.

He lost his youthful vigor, with a light like the setting sun.

Mordred's eyes, which were hidden under his helmet, looked at the aged knight with the gleam of seeing an idol.

"You, are you An Nuoqing, sitting in the seat of disaster, performing the duties of the iron wall, having experienced countless wars, and cooperating with the king to kill the demon dragon Votigeng An Nuoqing!"

Mordred trotted in front of Anno as if he had seen an idol girl, jumping up and down.

Anno looked at the active Mordred in a daze.

This is not an action that a knight should make, but more like - a child?

He looked at the knight who had wrapped himself up in his armor, thinking in his mind.

He stood up and patted Mordred on the shoulder (Anno 187, Mordred 154): "Young knight, since you have chosen to be the king's arm, then fight hard for Britain."

Mordred responded excitedly to Anno: "Yeah! I understand, Lord Anno!"

After a few more conversations, the two separated.

Anno couldn't help sighing that the children born to the gloomy Morgan Feller and the well-behaved Arturia were so lively.

It’s weird.

He looked at Mordred's leaving back and thought silently.

Lancelot leaned over to Anno and sighed: "Mr. Mordred is sincerely respecting you, father, I feel a little bit like that little girl Gareth to us."

===Chapter 89 Morgan's Plan===

Mordred was truly in love with Britain, in love with Arthur.

Anno came to this conclusion after observing for a long time.

He chose to teach the knight himself, just like he taught the young Arturia.

Mordred was naturally overjoyed.

Arthur noticed this. When Mordred won the round table seat a while ago, she told the reliable elder about Mordred's identity and her doubts, but Anno did not answer directly at that time. Arthur, just smiled and nodded.

But now it seems that Arthur has almost figured out Anno's attitude, but she is still a little tangled in her heart.

Otherwise, talk to Uncle Anno again?

Arthur looked at the sunset, his eyes fluctuating.

Morgan disguised himself with magic and infiltrated Camelot.

She returned to Camelot this time for two purposes. One was to meet her five children and take a look from a distance. The other purpose was to arrange something for her plan.

She dug up her uncle's grave and collected all the flesh and bones of Votigen.

She created an almost impossible spell.

After Vortigern's death, he has lost his qualifications as the incarnation of Britain, but his strengthened body still exists in this world.

She used the blood of Vortigern's blood and the magic of a real dragon to create an extremely vicious magic.