Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Thinking of this, Mordred shook his head, banishing the absurd idea from his mind.

There aren't many people who can defeat Mordred. A strange person like this, hiding his head and tail, standing motionless by the stall because of hunger, probably can't even block one of her swords.

—Besides, why worry so much? Just live in the present!

So, with a lighthearted and carefree attitude, Mordred, along with the masked King Arthur, began their operation in Sighshwara.

Artoria initially considered running away, but considering tonight's goal and the temptation of delicious food, she ultimately chose to 'endure the humiliation' and obediently follow behind Mo.

Would you like some grilled meat skewers?

"Huh? Oh."

"And this, smoked meat?"

"Well, it's not impossible."

"Pickled cabbage with roasted pork shoulder?"

"Mmm-mmm (swallows)... Wasting food is wrong, so let me help you."

"Haha, the way you talk is hilarious! Completely different from someone I know. Alright, hey, Master!"

"Hey what? I'm talking to you," Lion's eyebrows twitched, "At least leave me some money!"

And so, the retro-style street was turned into a food street by Xiao Mo and Da Mao, and only the world where Lion Rob's wallet was injured was achieved (just kidding).

But as he wandered around, Shi Zijie noticed something was wrong.

—His servant Mordred: an arrogant, rebellious, and lawless knight, unknowingly served this masked monster!

He was certain that even Mordred herself hadn't realized this; all along the way, she had consulted that strange man's opinion before taking any action!

What surprised Lion Robber even more was that the masked man showed no discomfort at all in the face of the 'stranger's' flattery. Instead, he accepted this way of getting along with him in a nonchalant manner and took it for granted that he would eat and drink for free.

...They really have a thick skin.

The Lion's Lament, who knew nothing of the truth, sighed. Meanwhile, as the girl with the ahoge finally finished eating half her fill, Mordred, as if he had known all along, pulled her along and led her into a clothing store.

"Come on, just looking at the mask you're wearing makes me uncomfortable, and you're also wearing a black robe, don't you find it strange that you're hiding like this!"

And so, Altria was dragged into the clothing store by Mordred, completely bewildered, with an unfinished kebab in her hand.

For some unknown reason, Mordred was in high spirits as she wandered around the store and quickly picked out an outfit, which she handed to the girl with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"How about giving it a try?"

“Uh…” With her ahoge swaying slightly, Artoria looked at the hot pants that were as short as men’s swim trunks and the super short shirt that looked no different from a tube top, and felt a chill.

That's way too revealing! And isn't this exactly what you're wearing, Lord Mordred?

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but at that moment, her intuition kicked in, and Artoria suddenly remembered what Shuoyue had said earlier.

"If you have any dealings with Mordred, remember not to refuse outright, my king."

"why?"

"Why? That's because you guys at the round table are all people with communication difficulties. One or two of you can't even speak properly, not to mention that idiot Cui Beisai who doesn't understand people's hearts. If it weren't for me pushing things along, would you have understood what that idiot Lancelot was thinking?"

The young man sighed, wearily patting his superior on the shoulder: "In short, follow your heart and speak your true thoughts frankly, my king!"

To speak frankly about what's on your mind...

Artoria fell into deep thought, while on the other side, Lion's Robbery couldn't resist secretly contacting Mordred using the causal thread:

"Do you recognize this masked person? Is she an enemy or an ally? A follower or a commoner?"

"do not know!"

ha? "

"I already told you, I don't know anything!"

"And you still act all self-righteous? All the bounty money I've earned over the years, risking my life for, has been spent by you guys!"

"Oh, it's alright, Master, you're here for me. Besides, if it's an enemy, we can just cut them down!"

"That's what they say, sigh..."

While Lion's Robbery was still lamenting his empty wallet, Artoria, after careful consideration, finally spoke:

"I have a question. Why is your outfit different from everyone else's? Isn't it a bit too revealing?"

Perhaps sensing that the question wasn't meant to be derogatory, Mordred, who was being criticized, wasn't angry. She just muttered "What the hell?" and then replied dejectedly:

"I'm comfortable enough, it's not for anyone else to see, as long as I can move freely, that's all that matters! Besides, nobody cares what I wear (whispering)... Ugh, this is so troublesome, anyway, if you don't want it, then forget it!"

While throwing a tantrum for no apparent reason, Mordred tried to pull her clothes back, but her arm was held down.

“I understand. Although I’m not used to these clothes, I agree with you. I’ll accept this outfit as a gift.” After thinking for a moment, Artoria looked at the rebellious knight and finally added a sentence.

"Thank you."

This is the first time Artoria has thanked Mordred tonight... no, from the past to the present.

Perhaps because she was wearing a mask, Artoria didn't need to be proud of her royal status, and Mordred only saw her as a kindred spirit travel companion.

So, as Shuoyue said, it's enough to just speak your mind frankly.

"Th-thank you?" Mordred stood there, stunned, watching the 'stranger' take away her clothes. For some reason, she suddenly felt happier than if she had eaten honey.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, hahaha..." After giggling, she nudged Shishi-kai with her elbow and said excitedly, "Look, Master, she praised me, she praised me!"

"Okay, okay, no need to repeat yourself." Lion's hand trembled as he handed over a few more Enescu (Romanian currency). "Seriously, aren't we the ones who've been spending money on her all along?"

"Oh, don't be so petty, Master. I also had a lot of money that I didn't spend back then, and then I died in the war... Ah, of course, I didn't mean to curse you."

"Thank you so much!"

Artoria quietly instructed the waiter to pack the bag, and as she watched Mordred getting along harmoniously with her Master, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

I'm so glad you have such a compatible Master, Lord Mordred.

After leaving the clothing store, the three of them went out for a walk again. After being thanked by the guy with the ahoge (a type of hair sticking up), Xiao Mo became incredibly excited, as if he had drunk too much alcohol, and his words became increasingly incoherent:

"Hey, Master, the medium you used to summon me was a fragment of the Round Table, wasn't it?"

Fragments of the Round Table?!

Artoria was alert and forced herself not to turn her head. Lion's Bane also withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, looking at the deep night sky and sighing helplessly.

There are other people around. Isn't this guy being a bit too reckless?

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Well, that means any of the Knights of the Round Table could appear. It wouldn't be surprising if Lancelot, who insulted his father, or the annoying Gawain appeared."

Mordred muttered to himself, his tone revealing his doubt.

"Father?" Artoria trembled, somewhat taken aback.

"Lancelot and Gawain?" Lion's Robbery asked in surprise. "I remember they were two of the top knights at the Round Table, weren't they?"

"Huh? What are you talking about, Master? The strongest knight is clearly me, right? I am the son of King Arthur, and I am destined to surpass him in the future!"

Mordred first raised his voice to refute Lion's claim, then his voice quickly lowered, unable to hide his inferiority: "But it is I who have been summoned, the rebellious knight who destroyed Britain... What a strange situation."

"Ahem, excuse me for interrupting." Artoria coughed lightly, breaking Mordred's thoughts. "I think I heard you discussing legends about Britain. What is your opinion of the Round Table?"

Although she had let go of her desire to restore her kingdom, as the Queen of Knights who commanded the Round Table, she still wanted to hear other people's opinions of them, not to mention the knights who had personally participated in the process.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be interested in the legends of that era!" Mordred said happily, unsuspecting. "Let me think where to begin... Ah, right, let's start with that loyal dog Gawain! Always acting like he's the big brother, get out of my way!"

"That loyal dog..." Xiao Mo's first sentence shocked Dai Mao to the core. She never expected that Gao Wenqing, who was clearly like a prince on a white horse, would be so unbearable in Mordred's eyes.

She wanted to stop him, but Mordred's words seemed to have a strange magic, drawing Artoria to continue eavesdropping on the gossip about the knights.

After all, this was a side of the knights that they would never show to the holy king.

"As for the other knight you mentioned, Master, Lancelot... sigh, Lancelot... although I have no right to say this, if he shows his face, I will definitely blow his head off!"

Lord Lancelot has already been forgiven by me, and your crimes are far worse than his, my Britain... tsk.

"Why do I suddenly feel a chill... Oh well, never mind, there's Bedivere too. He's a real top student! He's not good at fighting, but he's a good general, much gentler than that always-stern-faced Agravan! And he was the one who stayed with his father... stayed with King Arthur until the very end, right...? No, never mind."

Bedivere... well, he is a fine knight, but Lord Mordred, why did you remain silent at the end?

"Oh, right, and Agravan, that guy, he's the head steward of the Round Table! Ah, of course, without him, my rebellion wouldn't have gone so smoothly. I really have to thank him for that!"

No, Agerguiwenqing did nothing wrong, I am the one who is wrong...

"As for Tristan... Ugh, useless Tristan! If he becomes your Servant or Master, I suggest you fire him! After all, he has the amazing ability to fall asleep standing up! And he shares some of the same ideas as Lancelot, hmph."

What? Minister Tristan actually knows this kind of skill? No wonder he always volunteers to stand guard, missing many banquets hosted by Minister Gao Wenqing because of it... He's really cunning.

As if reciting a familiar story, Mordred spoke eloquently about the Knights of the Round Table.

Lancelot, a French knight who came from across the sea and was blessed by the Lady of the Lake;

Gawain, the son of the enchantress Morgan, heir to the Orkney Kingdom of the North, and blessed by the sun.

Tristan, son of the Duke of Cornwall, a tragic prince, symbolizes the Romantic era.

The brave and skilled warrior Lanmarok.

The stubborn Parzival; the skillful Kay; the loyal Bedivere.

Passionate Gahoris; Gentle Gareth; Executive Agravivan.

Palamedes, fighting alone.

Galahad, the gentlest knight and the only one chosen by the Holy Grail.

And, the silent Mordred...

There were fifteen people in total; that was the Round Table at its peak, the legendary figure that once shone with unparalleled glory.

Lion's Roar and Artoria listened silently to Mordred's story. Although her comments were full of childish mockery and pointing out her shortcomings, they did not ignore Mordred's detailed knowledge, nor did they miss the pure joy shining in her eyes.

Mordred...

The knight's appearance was so innocent and joyful that just looking at him made Artoria want to cry.

It turns out that even you, who instigated the rebellion, loved the Round Table and those people just as much as I did...

Overwhelmed with emotion, Artoria almost felt an urge to remove her mask and reveal herself to Mordred. But just then, Lion's Claw, looking at the satisfied Mordred, spoke softly:

"Then... what about King Arthur? As the king of the Knights of the Round Table, why haven't you described him?"