red fate night

No rewards, no compliments, not even a look.

Mordred felt that he was on the verge of collapse. As long as he didn't pay attention, the curse would spread like a worm.

"Mordred, let's go! Accompany me to taste the wonderful afternoon tea with my good brother." Morgan looked at Mordred who was exuding collapse, raised his chin proudly, and said pretending not to care.Mordred was taken aback, picked up the cold knight sword and held it on his waist to salute Morgan, hiding his own breath, and followed Morgan with full protection.

Morgan walked through the hall and corridor step by step, and walked into the huge garden.

"Sister Xian!" Artoria raised her eyes to see Morgan, and greeted plainly, but she saw an inexplicable emotion flashing in Mordred's eyes behind Morgan, and turned her head to drink her own black tea.

"Arthur, look! Does the wreath I made look good?" Guinevere, who emerged from behind the girl, held a wreath made of white flowers in her hand and asked anxiously. "It's so beautiful!"

The girl glanced at the garland of ordinary handicraft, and revealed a rare gentle smile.

Mordred watched this scene in shock, biting his lower lip tightly without making a sound, "Xian, brother!!! I heard that you are attacking other countries recently, how is the progress! "

Morgan seemed to have a heart-to-heart with Mordred, and asked with a gnashing of teeth.

Artoria didn't seem to notice Morgan's abnormal appearance, or she was already used to her appearance, and said: "The small countries around Britain have been conquered, and now they are fighting with Rome in full swing."

Morgan always felt that he was right with Artoria because he couldn't understand her expression. Mordred seemed to sense Morgan's restlessness, and looked up to see if she was staring down at her toes, as if It's like growing a flower.

"Queen Guinevere, it's time for your nap."

Lancelot Garonne, who had been ignored by everyone, looked at the cloudless sky, and suddenly spoke to the innocent big girl - Guinevere.

Guinevere tilted her head, put the wreath on the stone table, saluted Artoria, and said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I will go back to the dormitory, so don't disturb the afternoon tea between the two of you." Already." Arturia pretended not to see the ambiguity between the two, but nodded silently.

The scene suddenly fell silent...

Mordred's excellent eyesight naturally saw Guinevere and Lancelot chatting and laughing in the distance, with a slight blush on the faces of both sides.

In happiness also expect more women.

Mordred found out what his feelings for Guinevere were, it should be distorted envy and grief-stricken jealousy.

This woman... is so annoying!An annoying bitch who wants to kill, naive and stupid, downright boring, shameless and doesn't know what restraint is!

Morgan is worthy of being called the ultimate witch, he understood Mordred's thoughts almost instantly, and glanced at her.

Asking her to restrain herself, her breath leaked a little bit, and her mood kept changing.

"I should go back. See you next time, brother." Morgan took the last sip of black tea lightly, put down the cup gracefully, raised his chin, stepped on the rhythm, followed Mordred, and left the garden.

At night, Mordred stayed alone in his room. The weird horned helmet on his head had long been removed, his eyes were dazed, and he was looking at the mirror with a little obsession. whole body.

"It's a lie..." Does anyone know whether it is obsession or hatred lurking in the eyes of the holy green?Paranoid obsession has long been love, and distorted hatred has long been resentment.

"King...King Arthur isn't...has no feelings?"

Almost muttering to himself, he couldn't help hugging his body tightly, trembling.

Is it because of the pain of the curse that resounds through the soul?Or was it because of the heart-piercing pain caused by the girl's rejection?

"Why...don't you want to share my feelings? Even if you use false feelings to deceive me..."

"Am I that annoying? Father..." Outside the door was Morgan who started to cry after listening to the words.