king and queen

As time went by, Mordred became more and more unable to suppress his inner longing. Whenever the knight saw the picture of the king and queen getting along, and witnessed such a warm and harmonious family atmosphere, the feelings surging in his heart became more intense. .

Then, one day, the knight finally mustered up all the courage hidden in his body, and with hopes and worries, he took off the helmet that had been covering his true face, and revealed his identity to King Arthur.

Arturia was hit in the head by such a straightforward fact, her face inevitably showed shock, and her pupils trembled violently.

Wang's voice sank:

"Knight, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know." Mordred suppressed his excitement, his eyes sparkled with longing, and he confided the truth to "Father": "I was created by the witch Morgan after imitating you."

"……how old are you?"

Staring fixedly at the face that was exactly the same as her own, Artoria seemed to ask a question that was off track.

Mordred hesitated for a while very abnormally, "he" knew that he was different from other people since he was a child, "he" had a different growth rate than ordinary people, and his life cycle would be extremely short, so he was not a "human being" at all .

Under the calm gaze of his father, the knight finally suppressed the shame in his heart and whispered his true age.

confirmed.

"—So that's it." King Arthur let out a long sigh: "Although it's my sister's trick, you are indeed my child."

The British red dragon cannot keep offspring. The laws of the universe will never allow this. The Mordred in front of him has only one identity-he is neither completely human nor completely non-human.

So distorted, so contradictory, so chaotic, yet so cruel.

But to a certain extent, after the transformation and addition of magic power, Mordred can indeed be regarded as the king's blood.In this way, his body must be carrying a corresponding curse.

It was a threat to humanity, a warning to law.

King Arthur's death is the final blow to the mystery, for she is the king who stands at the end of the age of gods and fantasy.

When she dies, the rules of the world will be rewritten, Britain will perish, and the era of gods will come to an end.Human beings have finally been able to separate themselves from the gods, to rule themselves, and to write their own civilization.

In other words, as long as the king does not die for a day, the Age of Gods cannot perish.

But Artoria wants to let Britain sleep peacefully instead of ending up in the flames of war, for which she has been working hard.

"Tell Morgan - if she wants the throne, let her come to me herself."

Artoria's voice has never been so cold.

She never thought that Sister Wang would be so crazy that she would not hesitate to burden innocent lives with the curse of fate in order to fulfill her ambition.

It is an existence that longs for father's love, longs for mother, and is born unnaturally.

Forcibly bringing a life that shouldn't exist into this world, but failed to fulfill the responsibility of leading him to understand all things, until he was killed by his own hands, causing father and son to kill each other—this must be Morgan's plan.

What a wild ambition, what a rampant sin.

This thing is just ridiculous and stupid.

"What Guinivia did to you, you should be very clear—don't let her know about it."

It's not that she wants to hide her infidelity that betrays her marriage, but she doesn't want that conspiracy to stain her smile. Even a perfect knight will have selfishness, and she doesn't want his wife to cry or show a sad face.

If she really wanted to let her know, Arturia had to speak in person.

Because we have already made an agreement, we can't hide and deceive each other under the banner of "for her good".

Even if you really can't understand each other, as long as you communicate well, you will be able to touch the feelings that the other party is trying to convey.

This is a promise we made to each other, so keep it.

"Then, are you admitting that I am your child?" Mordred couldn't decide whether the words poured into his ears were true, the knight stepped forward, and a fierce light burst out from his green pupils, "Am I still Can I stay with you?"

It was Morgan's creation, driven by fate.

"Mordred, you are indeed a very good knight and worthy of the king's trust. I will personally inform the queen about this."

Arturia once again realized that she could not afford such a heavy responsibility.

Sister Wang hated King Arthur, and that hatred ruined a life.

"But for the sake of my family, leave Camelot for a while, knight. I will give you a long-term travel mission."

If the queen knew the truth, she would lose her smile, and the father would not give him a good look.

Mordred hesitated, but finally nodded and left the court.

Being able to be recognized was enough to completely shock her heart with joy.

There is no happier thing in this world than this, right?

"What, isn't that still denied?"

Morgan spoke casually, letting out a high-pitched, cold sneer.

The evil witch is not afraid to use the greatest malice to speculate on the object she hates.

"You are useless, Mordred."

Mordred spoke almost bluntly, his voice full of suppressed anger: "It's not like that, he himself admitted that I am his child."

"How naive are you?"

"That cunning king expelled you from the court and away from Camelot. He has failed your expectations."

"He won't accept you."

Seeing the face of "son" gradually distorted, Morgan showed a calm and crazy smile.

Ah yes, no one can stop her revenge.

Not even King Arthur.

That arrogant king, he will one day be overthrown and fall into despair of incompetence.

Arturia stayed alone for a long time, with many thoughts in her mind, until she calmed down the anger surging in her chest, she finally made up her mind to find her wife.

"My king, where did you go? Why don't you come over for dinner soon?"

Seeing her husband's figure, the queen smiled from the bottom of her heart, as gentle as the morning mist, hazy but beautiful.

But this beauty is about to be shattered by her own hands.

Artoria thought so.

She suddenly recalled all the past, and then realized that she had hurt her wife countless times.

Wang concealed her gender, Wang tried to go away, and now...she was going to confide the cruel truth to her again.

"Guinevia, I have something to tell you."

If you don't tell her personally, then there is no point.

Arturia reminded herself that the gentle and sweet appearance must be torn apart, and the bloody abyss must be exposed to the sun.

The queen heard the seriousness in her husband's voice, and looked at her serious face in surprise: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"You have the right to know, but I hope that I will say it myself." Artoria forced herself to look directly at his wife's face. She had to remember all the harm she had caused her. She summoned up the courage to speak: "I just learned... Mordred is my son, Morgan's conspiracy."

Guinevia's relaxed smile suddenly froze on her face, her mind was blank, and she could only stare blankly at her husband.

"You mean... child? Mordred?"

Guinevia doubted her ears for a moment. She suppressed her panic and smiled very reluctantly, "Al, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

What absurd thing is this?

"...I'm very sorry, I seem to have misheard something just now, can you repeat it again?"

"I don't know exactly how Morgan achieved it, but it is indeed the blood of the red dragon—I'm sorry, Guinivia, Mordred's body flows... Although he can't be regarded as my own The child, but it can indeed be counted as my child..." King Arthur closed his eyes in pain, and opened them again, forcing himself to face the reality, staring stubbornly at his wife's stiff and cold face: "I betrayed us marriage."

Ahhh, can there be anything more ridiculous than this in the world!

The dish in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang", Guinevia seemed to hear whispers from the devil.

There was a look of extreme horror in her eyes, her thinking began to froze, and she froze in place, watching those fragments seem to sputter sparks, burning her soul in an instant, but Guinevia didn't know how to react.

After being silent for a long time, consciousness slowly recovered, and the five senses returned to her body. Guinevia stared at her husband, watching her husband's lips opening and closing, with a bewildered expression, as if she had no idea what she was talking about.

The things her husband told were too sensational, and her voice sounded extraordinarily cold, like ice and snow floating from a high mountain, and the withered spectacle on the cliffs made people shiver with cold.

The noble and awe-inspiring knight king personally made the world where the queen lives turned upside down in an instant.

She became the executioner who hurt his wife.

Suffering a heavy blow, Guinevia seemed flustered and at a loss, but her long-standing trust in her husband told her that this unbelievable thing was true.

Waves of despair sank into her heart, and anger rolled in her chest. The queen could only ask helplessly, "But, how is this possible?"

Yeah, how is this possible?

Artoria also felt that this matter was too absurd, but the facts were clearly in front of her eyes.