red fate night

My name is Arthur, Arthur Pendragon, now King of Britain.

No one in this world knows my secret except Merlin, Morgan, Guinevere and Mordred.

I am actually a girl, no matter before or now, I hate my gender very much.

If I were a boy, I would not have to hide from my people, and Guinevere would not suffer when she married me, and even my country would not perish because of it.

Having said that, besides my gender, what I hate the most is my only heir.

Mordred!

Why was she born?If she hadn't been born, there would be no stain in my veins.Why did she become a Knight of the Round Table?If she hadn't become a knight of the round table, perhaps those knights would not have left.Why is she rebelling?If she does not rebel, my country will not perish.

Why why why why why why?

Because of my indifference to her, she started to get discouraged.

Because of my indifference to her, she began to learn to despair.

Because of my indifference to her, she began to hope for affection.

Because of my indifference to her, she started to step into the dark.

Because of my indifference to her, she started planning a rebellion.

Because of my indifference to her.She ended up betraying me.

All of this is my fault, if not for me, she should happily play with children of the same age, show off the achievements of her parents, and then discuss tomorrow's mischievous characters.

She is obviously only [-] years old... a child who is not even considered a girl, but because of my fault, she has to bear the price of all this.

Even if I have suffered countless wounds on the battlefield, I can't compare to the hollowness in her heart.

I watched indifferently as she was urged to grow into an adult form by magic, I trampled on her incomparably fragile sincerity indifferently, and watched her walk towards despair step by step indifferently.

I deliberately pushed him to the opposite of mine, let her bear all the infamy, and made her cast aside by the world.And myself, leaving a perfect, upright image.

I can even imagine the look of disgust on Mordred when people keep praising me.

That child...that child, doesn't even have time to enjoy a good childhood, no!Or, that child, does she have a wonderful childhood to enjoy?

No--!

She was in her own childhood, and the only impression she had of her childhood was probably training, training, training, and killing, killing, killing, and killing.

The only thing I can be thankful for is that Mordred didn't go crazy in that bloody slaughterhouse with numb scalp...

I was wrong... Perhaps, the moment I refused Mordred's sincerity, I was already mad!

In the final battle, the moment I saw Mordred, I couldn't explain the feeling that popped up in my heart. What was it?Is it Mordred's anger at betrayal?Annoyed with Mordred?To ruthlessly ignore her remorse?Is it her sadness at swinging her sword?Or are you worried about her strong support?

I don't know... maybe there are all of them!

Mordred has become stronger, and her sword skills have become so good that I almost couldn't stand it.At that moment, I really wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. I really wanted to tell her, come back!

But, in that brief moment of distraction, I did something that I will never forgive myself.

I inserted the sword of the oath of victory into the gap of the wallet, pulled out the knight spear on the corpse next to me, and pierced through Mordred fiercely.

The sword light struck, I knew I could let go of the knight gun to dodge the sword light, but I didn't.I was hit by Mordred, perhaps, this is the first time in my life that I have accommodated Mordred...