Chapter 443 King Arthur and Mordred Passing by Each Other

Chapter 444 King Arthur and Mordred passing by

King Arthur appeared in front of Mordred, who was resting with his sword instead of his staff.

His quiet expression remained the same, showing no pity or hatred. Looking at that emotionless face, Mordred became obviously anxious.

On the battlefield where no one had been lost, Mordred opened his arms and let his passion drive him to roar loudly:

"How! How, King Arthur! Your country is destroyed! It will be destroyed soon! I finally defeated you - and now, everything has been destroyed!"

Wang, who had a face very similar to Mordred's and looked like a boy, silently endured her words. Faced with Mordred's angry shouts, he remained unmoved and did not even respond to her words. , mechanically assuming a sword-raising stance.

For Mordred, this was probably the most unbearable response. With a roar, the rebellious knight slashed with his sword.

King Arthur responded with his sword, and sparks scattered from the two holy swords. They are fighting for victory, but the result will not change. As Mordred said, no matter who wins, the nation will quickly perish.

"You should have known it would be like this from the beginning! You knew it from the beginning! As long as you give up the throne to me, this result will not happen...!"

The momentum of Mordred's sword did not slow down at all, and she roared without emotion, containing anger, joy, and indescribable emotions.

Mordred, who was born as a child of incest, longed for his father, but was rejected and denied his existence. In the end, the two fought like this on the battlefield.

——I hate you so much, I hate you so much! It’s so hateful, you perfect king! It's so hateful that you refuse to acknowledge my existence! Obviously as long as I can be your shadow, I will be very satisfied, but you have never looked back at me!

—So this is a fitting punishment, King Arthur. I'm going to destroy everything about you, this guy, and everything about you!

"Hate?! Hate me?! Hate me, the child of the curse?! Answer me...answer me, King Arthur!"

Finally, King Arthur responded to the cry, and in a voice that could not reveal any emotion, the king made a declaration.

"Because you are not qualified to be a king."

The extremely indifferent answer simply understood Mordred's actions and mercilessly characterized her as an item not worthy of a king.

With those decisive words, the holy spear Lungominiad penetrated Mordred's chest.

No matter how hard the steel is, it is meaningless in front of this gun. Mordred's helmet cracked, revealing the familiar girl's face.

Although blood was still dripping from his lips, Mordred still stretched out his hand to King Arthur in front of him.

"...Father, King."

Turning a blind eye to the girl's dying movements, King Arthur turned and left wordlessly after realizing that he had won the battle.

After this, King Arthur, led by the knight Bedivere, threw the sword back into the lake. There are legends that King Arthur died there, and there are also legends that King Arthur went to Avalon to heal his wounds.

The legend of King Arthur ends here.

Lion Jie didn't even look at King Arthur who was leaving, but looked at the slumped Mordred. Then, he sighed deeply.

"...Damn, what an uncomfortable dream."

This dream is so real, so vivid that you can even smell the smell of blood. Mordred's eyes completely lost their luster, like an empty shell without a soul, sitting on the ground with a blank look on his face.

That's right, both then and now, the real Mordred is already a corpse, a corpse that will eventually rot and be eaten by insects and ants.

King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred became the knight who sullied his legend.

Her passion and her deep desire could not remain anywhere, they just dissipated in the wind. Until the end, even her own relatives did not show any favor to her.

"——Hey, the Servant I summoned is really a troublesome one."

Shishi Jie thought that there must be a limit to the similarity between the two. After all, Servants are just heroic spirits from another world. Although the spiritual connection between two people is very important, if the entanglement is too deep, it is another matter, because as long as the Holy Grail is obtained, the relationship between the two will end.

In other words, even if Lion Tribulation wants to change something, he is powerless.

Therefore, this was simply a dream that was intentionally unpleasant. For Shizi Jie, nothing is more unpleasant to him than the theme of "children seeking their father's love."

Lion Zed sat down next to Mordred's body while waiting to wake up. Then, he just looked at the dying country and the collapsing people indifferently.

No matter which era or country we are in, there is no difference in the final situation——

After dawn, the first words Shishi Jie said to Red Saber with an unhappy look on his face were:

"Really, don't let me have such strange dreams."

"...I don't quite understand what you are talking about, but is that my fault?"

Hearing this unreasonable complaint, Xiao Mo, who was playing with the cat, opened his eyes in surprise.

The two did not stay in the underground cemetery in Tolifas, but spent the night in a small hotel in Sighisoara. Just in case, I still gave him a hint and stayed in a room opened by someone else.

It is said that in a Holy Grail War, someone blew up the entire hotel building in order to kill the opponent, causing incalculable destruction and losses. So, it is always better to be cautious.

"So, why did we come here?"

"Because of the priest's order, according to the young man I met in the church, a red servant appeared here."

The autumn weather was clear and the two people who were somewhat out of place in the open-air cafe were drinking afternoon tea. Xiao Mo looked at the ancient building that was exactly the same as in his previous life, and turned his face away with an unhappy face. Shi Shijie was silently reading the map in the local newspaper to learn about the information here.

"Damn... This boring place is really uncomfortable. It's no different from my time!" Mordred was bored and could only find fun from the wild cats on the roadside. He chased them with agility that was not inferior to cats, and made a threatening expression with a bad heart, just like a big cat.

"In that case, I won't stop until I have a good fight with the enemy servants!"

"Cheer up, Saber. If the priest's information is correct, the black servants have arrived here. Once night falls, they will fight and kill each other, right?"

"Oh!" Mordred got excited and bumped his fists together. "I'm really looking forward to my first servant battle. Who will the enemy be?"

Mordred, who was shouting so excitedly, didn't notice that a group of four people were crossing the street. Among them, a slender figure in a black robe raised his head and glanced at her quietly.

"What's wrong, my king?" After the disguise, the young man, who looked ordinary but had a different temperament and demeanor, smiled, "How do you feel when you see your own child?"

"Please correct your words, Lord Shuoyue." Artoria retracted her gaze and hid her expression under the black robe, "Lord Mordred is a Knight of the Round Table, but that's all."

It's exactly the same as the one in Chaldea... Shuoyue sighed inwardly, and beside them, the sixth guide Lingxia, who was holding the silver-haired little girl, smiled and said, "Is that Miss Artoria's child? They look really similar."

"Lingxia!" Artoria was a little dissatisfied. She was about to say something, but suddenly bumped into Shuoyue's back.

The replica projected by Shuoyue: Hades' cloak, although it concealed her appearance, it also limited her vision. In pain, Daimao covered his nose and looked at the young man who stopped and didn't leave with grievance.

"... Lord Shuoyue, why did you stop suddenly?"

"Here." Shuoyue pointed to the shop on the roadside, and followed his sight. It was a small mask stall.

"Although we have the task of conquering Mordred today, we still have plenty of rest time before nightfall."

Speaking of this, Shuoyue looked at Daimao hiding under the black robe and smiled a little.

"I can't let you keep hiding all the time, and you can't rest to your heart's content."

Without giving Altria time to refute, Shuoyue walked up, talked with the merchant for a while, bought a little lion mask, and gave it to Daimao.

Whether it is "Fantasy Carnival" or "Fate / Hollow Ataraxia" and other series, it has been mentioned more than once that Altria has raised a little lion before, and has been very concerned about lions since then, thinking it is a symbol of power.

"That..." However, facing Shuoyue's overly frank actions, Artoria became shy, "That, Lord Shuoyue, are you mistaken? I am the king, how can I wear such a cute, no, such a childish mask... right?"

It's a pity that the person in front of her is not Shuoyue himself, but Shuoyue who appeared in assassin mode.

"Is that so." Shuoyue responded without comment, and stretched out his hand to take off Artoria's cloak directly.

The ahoge that had been suppressed for too long stood up high, and the golden hair was scattered, and the surprise on Artoria's beautiful face could not be concealed.

"Lord Shuoyue?!"

"King, it's better not to talk now." Shuoyue spoke while approaching Altria leisurely, putting the little lion mask on her face and tying the rope for her, "You don't want Mordred to hear it, do you?"

"You obviously want me to subdue her..." Altria said sullenly, and Shuoyue smiled without saying a word. After putting on the mask, he took a step back, looked at Altria's current appearance, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, so you don't have to worry about being exposed."

Sixth Director Lingxia looked at the man and woman who were obviously addressing each other as king and knight, but still unconsciously showing intimacy, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"What's wrong, mother?" Little Jack didn't understand love, she blinked her innocent big eyes and watched the interaction between the two "mothers".

"Nothing, I just think it's fun."

The woman who was used as a living sacrifice and hovered on the edge of death actually walked with many heroes one day, appreciated their interactions that were no different from ordinary people, and even gained such a lovely daughter...

It's really wonderful to be alive.

Liu Dao Lingxia continued to move forward with gratitude, and after a brief moment of embarrassment, Altria gradually enjoyed the joy of shopping.

After staying in the monotonous sea of ​​flowers in Avalon for an unknown period of time, she finally returned to the bustling streets. Moreover, shopping is one of the sources of happiness for women. For Altria, such an experience is quite rare and precious.

"Lord Shuoyue, I found that the mask is really useful!"

"Oh?"

"As long as you wear it, no one will know where you are looking at!"

As if she knew some incredible truth, Altria excitedly shared her experience.

"Really?" Sakutsuki smiled without saying anything.

At this moment, the four of them just passed by the snack stand, and Daimao, who was wearing a little lion mask, suddenly stopped...

My king, do you really think I don't know where you are looking?

The character in this picture comes from Saber, the servant of "Fate/Samurai Remnant".