[Fate] queen

Chapter 44

"Mom is not happy."

Matou Sakura's mind is delicate and sensitive, almost the moment Saber appeared, she was paying attention to Guinevere.

Guinevere was indeed as she said, not only because the appearance of this person reminded her of the past, but also because she was angry that Lancelot signed a contract with the world.After death, you have to step into endless time, and you can't end this journey anymore, you can only fight on and on.What a sad and angry thing this is.

She was right, knights were dead-headed fools.

Seeing the mother and daughter talking, Matou Kariya quietly closed the door, gestured to Lancelot, motioned him to leave with him.

"I'm sorry, Sakura, did it make you uneasy? ... However, seeing such a familiar face brings back memories that are too far away, and I can't help but feel a little angry. At that time, he was also very troubled by me. Miserable. I know, oh, Sakura has quietly collected a lot of records about that era. No need to apologize, Sakura wants to know me better, I am very happy. Now that I think about it, that is also my inevitable fate. Yesterday I passed from Lan I learned a lot from Sloat, but after I gave up seeking the truth, I found out by accident. Since Sakura also wants to know, let me tell you from beginning to end."

"King Arthur—" mentioning this person again, the smile on Guinevere's face could not help but shrink slightly, and the black eyelashes like crow feathers drooped down, lowering her gaze.Her tone was light, and she could not hear any emotional fluctuations: "He is my guide. He once illuminated my whole world and led me to a whole new height."

The British Isles at that time were very barren, and the winters were exceptionally long.Or maybe it was because Guinevere experienced too many chilling things that winter, so she felt that winter was everywhere.

Morgan Le Fay stepped into the dark cell, as if he was satisfied with the environment, and smiled leisurely.

"Your Highness the Queen."

Even in a cage, Guinevere is still dignified and calm.Seeing the person coming, she still stood up gracefully from the cold stone bed she was sitting on, stared at the person and asked the first question: "Is this what you want? Morgan."

"That's right." Morgan stared at her with gentle and tolerant eyes, but what he spit out was the opposite cold words. "I've waited too long for this day to come."

Guinevere sighed briefly.

Why are people incompatible with each other at any time?

Morgan was unmoved, and smiled with great interest: "Do you actually know that it was me who spread the rumors?"

"Who else will have such a deep hatred with me?"

"Of course it's your elder brother Albert. He was very annoyed that he failed to attack you and wanted to catch you all."

Guinevere couldn't help but cast a sharp glance at the other party, but she only got a twisted and expectant smile.

"Father has been forced to abdicate, isn't that enough! Morgan Lefey Pendragon, Mordred is your son after all, don't you think about him?"

"What kind of son is he?" Morgan sneered, his tone full of sarcasm and pity. "Didn't you tame him already? You don't hate him at all, your heart is still broad."

"You really think highly of me. I don't have that ability."

Guinevere put away all her expressions, concealing the anxiety in her heart, and her eyes were full of sarcasm.

"I'm really curious why he would question me about spreading rumors for you. How did you do it?"

Guinevere was slightly taken aback, and looked at her in amazement. She smiled cruelly as if she suddenly understood something, and the black mist was reflected in her clear eyes.

"What are you kidding? Isn't he the one who kidnapped me here under the banner of "exposing the affair"?That man wanted to kill me because I was in his way.And my Gladys, what on earth are you going to do to her! "

Morgan smiled and said nothing, and glanced at the other party with no abnormal eyes, like a naive and cruel little girl, with an incredible gorgeous and soft color.

"Is it you again...you hate me like this."

At that moment, Guinevere seemed to see the young man through her—the aggressive but unwilling Mordred, who pointed the sword at her throat, pretending to be himself with tears. Mordred is still strong and cold.

Children need to be nourished by love and watered with patience, so that they can thrive and bloom.With such a distorted mother, it is predictable that Mordred will grow into that extreme character.

"Why? Why don't you hate me! I've brought you a deeper shame than the king! Answer me! Guinevere Pendragon!"

An imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Guinevere's mouth, and her beautiful azure blue eyes were bent into bright crescents, but there was no smile in the eyes.She narrowed her eyes tenderly, scanning Morgan with that sharp, razor-sharp gaze.

"Why do you hate him? That's my knight."

She gave the same answer as then.

"Before he was King Arthur's son, he was a knight. He was a shining man who defended his honor. He was a valiant man who galloped on the battlefield. The people, even me. He swears allegiance to what he believes, no matter what his blood is, or who he is."

"But also because of that—"

"I can't humiliate his glory, but even more so, I can't frankly regard him as my son."

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence. After a long silence, Morgan asked again:

"Just like that?"

"What other reason is needed? Indeed, that's all. How can the responsibility of the previous generation be shouldered by the next generation? As I said - he is a knight."

"You are really... cunning, Your Highness the Queen." Morgan sighed in disbelief, "After seeing through his weakness, you cleverly took advantage of it."

"It's not a lie, I really mean it."

"That's why I called you cunning, Guinevere."

When Mordred revealed his identity to the king, it was only because he admired his father, not for his throne.He is an artificial man created by Morgan to imitate King Arthur, and he became his "son" without the other party knowing.The king took him as a shame and refused to acknowledge him, driving him into despair.In the end, it was the woman who should have hated him who admitted his identity without malice.

Knowing such inside information, Morgan was really curious: "Are you really so broad-minded? Or are you just deceiving yourself?"

As if she had been poked into a sore spot, Guinevere's expression suddenly darkened. She looked exhausted as if she was on the verge of collapse, and she barely evoked a bleak smile.

The author has something to say:

Hey, the old sword also has the physique of a female disaster.To be reasonable, he is not lucky e simply unscientific (.

Gurney has a natural favorability bonus for knights, and her hair-smoothing skills are second to none. For details, see Auston, Smile.