Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

Under the effect of [Eye of Destruction], the heavy armor was easily destroyed.

Altria, who was wearing casual clothes, was exposed to Mordred without any defense.

However, how to say

"The quilt outside is fine, but you have to wear so many clothes inside... Father, are you really that cold?"

Looking at Altria in front of him, who was wearing a dark blue dress and almost nothing except her wrists and ankles, Mordred complained in his heart.

He really didn't know what Altria had experienced to develop her horrible habit of wearing three layers inside and outside, and three layers in the middle.

Altria's expression was quite calm.

She was not angry because the armor fell off.

On the contrary, because she felt Mordred's ability from these armors, she was inexplicably happy:

"Is it the ability to destroy?"

"It seems that by focusing your attention on an object, you can destroy it."

"The destruction process takes a certain amount of time... and the timer starts with the red light in the eyes."

Altria, who has a lot of combat experience, has understood Mordred's new ability with just two or three seconds of contact.

By the way, she also came up with a good countermeasure for this destructive ability.——

"If this destructive power can only be activated by the eyes,"

"Then... just make sure he can't see it, that'll be all!"

Thinking this way, Altria suddenly increased her speed, turning her body into a shadow.

When her skills were no longer enough to suppress Mordred, she wanted to rely on her speed to decide the outcome of the battle.

Even Mordred, the enemy, had to nod his head at such a decision, marveling at Altria's battle wisdom:

"You are worthy of being my father."

It has been proven that despite not understanding people's hearts and not having any ability to govern a country, Artoria was still able to hold on to the position of King of Britain. She was indeed quite capable.

At least, she had figured out how to use force to carry out precise strikes against the enemy.

But——

"Father."

Looking at Altria who attacked quickly and then retreated without giving him any chance to counterattack, Mordred showed a trace of regret on his face.

He could feel Altria's determination to"solve the problem here".

But now, the real problem is...

"The king on horseback can certainly conquer the world by force"

"But after conquering the world, if you still want to continue ruling the world from horseback... then you are totally wrong."

"When faced with problems that cannot be solved with violence...compromise is actually a good way to solve the problem."

Mordred raised his head and looked at Altria, who had a calm face, as if she had completely extinguished her emotions. He asked a question that had troubled him for a long time:

"Also, Father"

"Can you tell me, as a king, why do you deliberately hide your female identity?"

"Is it because he doesn't want to show his cowardice to his subjects?"

"Or do you actually feel from the bottom of your heart that as a woman, you are not qualified to lead those British people, so you have to pretend for this?"

Mordred asked seriously.

His speech was as irritating as always.

But unlike before, this time, it was no longer a naughty child's speech.

Instead, it was like a sharp knife, pointing directly to the depths of Artoria's heart, making her spirit hurt instantly.

"What did you say?"

Stimulated by the words, Artoria stopped and stared at Mordred with a rather unfriendly look.

The ferocious lion was on the verge of getting angry.

But this did not scare Mordred.

He was like a boy born brave. Even when facing the most ferocious beast in the world, he could speak out his true thoughts deep in his heart without any hesitation.——

"Don't you understand, father?"

"I'm asking you, do you feel that as an illegitimate daughter you have no qualifications to be the King of Camelot?"

"So, he was so secretive in front of his subjects that he didn't even dare to admit his own gender?"

"Oh, and the broken sword of the king."

"No way, no way, no one really thinks that. The throne of Britain was given by that broken sword, right?"

Mordred said loudly.

His voice was really loud - so loud that it scared Guinevere in the attic.

But, of course.

What really scared Guinevere was definitely not Mordred's voice.

It was——

"king……"

Guinevere looked down worriedly and saw Mordred confronting Altria:

"You can do anything"

"But you absolutely shouldn't question her qualifications as a king!"

Looking at the increasingly silent Altria, Guinevere thought anxiously.

As a former princess, she thought she understood Altria's character.

This Knight King, who seemed to care little about anything and had completely thrown aside his personal honor and disgrace, actually had a"reverse scale" in his heart that could never be violated.

Dragons have reverse scales, and touching them means death.

And for Altria, the reverse scale in her heart was the identity of"King".

Indeed, the king was a curse.

But even so, Altria still resolutely took on this curse and embarked on the road that was destined to be lonely.

This was her pride.

But now, Mordred actually told her that all her pride was ridiculous.

They were just false ideas that the magician named Merlin forcibly instilled into her?

"In the final analysis, your ideal of being a king is nothing more than an ideal borrowed from someone else."

Of course.

This is not to say that there is anything wrong with borrowed ideals.

After all, being able to borrow is also a skill.

But——

"Father."

Mordred raised his head, stared at Altria with a very serious expression, and said slowly:

"Although what I said may sound a bit harsh"

"But I still want to tell you"

"You who refuse to admit that you are a human being cannot be called a king."

"No matter what time it is, we humans... don't need a monster to be our king!"

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