Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

"Guinevere, let Mordred deal with the rebellion of the Cornwall nobles. If it were her, she would definitely be able to handle this kind of thing better than other knights. "

Moran read it with a parchment in his hand.

While saying to Guinevere, who was sorting out the letters not far away.

[Mordred was born by magic tricks~]

[Although it is only a few years, she has grown rapidly, and in just a few years, she has grown into a heroic and beautiful horseman]

[Under that mask, Mordred has the same beautiful dazzling face as Morgan and Artoria]

[It's like combining the best of both]

[She is as clean as a fairy and as magnificent as a Valkyrie]

[The only thing that gives you a headache is]

[Mordred is still a child's mentality, everything is based on your decisions, and you haven't considered what you want]

[She's too attached to you]

[Didn't think about anything else at all]

[As a father, it is very happy to be relied on by his daughter, but this is not conducive to Mordred's growth]

[Exclude the point of being too dependent on people]

[Mordred has good results in all aspects, she has both Morgan's magic talent and your understanding in combat]

[Last table at the round table, but second to none]

[If she chooses to take off her helmet in front of everyone, presumably even if she wants to be the next king, no one will question it]

[You are worried and proud of her growth]

[When people are old, they worry more]

"Mordred.....? Crusade against the nobility .... What are you talking about? "

"What's wrong? Guinevere? "

Moran looked surprised when she saw Guinevere.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

A very significant sense of discord emerged.

"Mordred..... She has already finished fighting the rebellious nobles, and you have already praised her.... That was seven days ago. "

"Seven days ago.... I said....? "

"Today, Mordred is going to go out hunting with you in the afternoon, and you told me about it yesterday night."

Guinevere put down the letter in her hand.

She came to Moran's side with a worried look.

What flows is silence.

[You also perceive what the sense of discord is]

[Even if Guinevere mentions this to you, you can't remember the memories related to this]

[Loss and hesitation emerge from the bottom of my heart]

[Subsequently, you also understand that this is the price you pay]

“...... Maybe I'm too tired to stay in the office all the time, so let's go hunting with Mordred in the afternoon as scheduled. "

"Well, please don't overdo it. Artoria and I, the main concern is your body. "

Guinevere put her hands on Moran's shoulders.

Kneading to relieve his fatigue.

Although she did her utmost as tender and virtuous as a lover, she could not solve the fundamental problem.

The depths of those beautiful eyes contain sadness.

"These government affairs....."

"I'll read it for you, and besides, Agwen can take care of that." You don't need to worry too much, and if you feel tired, take a break. "

"Ah, it's so familiar, it seems that someone once said this to me."

Moran couldn't help but sigh and said.

He himself knows the problem.

To have Guinevere by her side at this juncture is like finding manna in the desert.

"Mordred also has a good ability to govern.

She is not a king, and the level of handling political affairs is still there, although she looks unreliable, but she often surprises people..."

"Do you want her to take your place?"

"The future may be possible, but now she is still a little immature, and I still need to consider this."

[You let go of the government affairs that need to be dealt with]

[After that, you and Guinevere didn't talk about business anymore, but talked about more sparse and gratuitous daily life]

【This time is very enjoyable】

[Guinevere has different qualities from Artoria, her love is as delicate as flowing water]

[Is the ideal type of good wife and mother]

【In the afternoon, you go to the field with Camelot】

[It is said that it is going out to hunt, but in fact, this is a part of the retreat to the Warcraft, and the ordinary beasts in Britain today are extremely precious]

[In terms of quantity, ordinary beasts must be strictly controlled]

[Avoid the indiscriminate hunting and arrest of the people]

[The consequences of excessive ecological destruction are immeasurable, this is the decision you and Artoria made]

[Warcraft is more special in this regard]

[They are born with a hatred of humans, but due to their scarcity in number, they cannot pose a large-scale threat to humans]

[Most of the Warcraft are avoiding humans]

[However, there will always be individuals who will make trouble]

[When ordinary people can't make a move on Warcraft, the Knights of the Round Table will be responsible for the retreat of their Warcraft]

[The Warcraft you and Mordred are going to fight]

[It is a pest beast that ruined the crops of tenant farms and once swallowed human flesh and blood, and it is a hazard that must be dealt with——]

[Warcraft. Demon Pig】

The size of the demon pig is like a two-story bungalow.

The fire burning on it was an abomination of humanity, and its sharp fangs were enough to pierce through steel.

[The only knights present are you and Mordred]

[This demon pig is also a first-class level in Warcraft, I am afraid that there is only one reason to be exposed to humans]

[It has no food to find]

[Even though fear and loathing humans, it has to step out of the forest in search of food that can sustain it]

"Roar——!!"

[The demon pig emits a deafening roar]

[Aiming the canine teeth like a siege spear at Mordred, and the hooves flipped back and forth, ravaging the earth's soil]

[The next moment, it launched a charge]

[The white knight in the eyes of the demon pig is as inconspicuous as a grain of rice, as if it can fall down when the wind blows]

[It sees the other person as if it were the same as the humans who had stopped him before]

[It is an insignificant weak existence]

[However, this is a very wrong idea]

"You girl, don't be arrogant to me!"

Mordred clenched his swords and fangs collided.

She stands here like a wall.

Even if he took the impact of the demon pig, he did not waver, and the big sword in his hand surged with a crimson current.

When she pushed forward hard.

I only heard an incomparably crisp clicking sound.

One of the fangs of the demon pig was cut off abruptly, and blood was constantly splattered at its incision.

In an instant, it suddenly came to its senses.

This knight is not a mortal who can let herself be ravaged, and her petite body contains the brute strength of a dragon.