Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

Britain has become the peaceful country she dreamed of when she drew her sword, and now she is close to achieving her final steps.

It just needs to stabilize the country again.

When the environment in Britain improves, your beloved body will definitely get better.

"Report! Mordred Chancellor! Come and see you! "

"Mordred? Exactly. "

Artoria was slightly confused by the soldier's report.

She doesn't remember Mordred in charge of the port.

[A few years ago, this new knight selected by Moran shined in the round table]

【Government Affairs, Merit, Magic, Military Strategy】

[There is almost nothing she is not proficient in]

[Artoria was also surprised]

[However, there is a little confusion here]

[That is, this new knight has never taken off her helmet, and the knights of the Round Table have not seen her true face]

[Of course, this is not a big deal]

"Since Qing is a knight brought by Moran, then I will also trust Qing's truth, and I will regard you as the pride of a knight like Moran."

[This is what she said when she first met Mordred a few years ago]

[At that time, when the knights of the Round Table were still confused about Mordred's identity, she gave each other a guarantee]

[Now it seems that this guarantee is correct]

[Mordred's 047 execution is undoubted, her only flaw is that she does not have her own opinion]

[Everything is dominated by Moran]

[She is more suitable to be a knight than to become a ruler]

That's what Artoria thought.

She felt that Moran had no other reason to choose Mordred, almost just choosing a disciple.

[Artoria meets Mordred in the countryside]

[Only Bediwell accompanied her]

[When he met Mordred, although Artoria was not suspicious, the secretary Bediwell had an intuition of foreboding]

[He warns Mordred]

"Your Majesty, something is wrong....."

Bedeville reached out to stop Artoria.

The two of them were ten meters apart from Mordred.

Reason, none other.

Mordred now holds the blade of his sword and faces Artoria in a posture that looks like he is facing an enemy army.

"King Arthur, answer me - what does the Guardian Dragon of Britain mean to you!?"

"Modred Ching: (bhdd).. Why are you...? "

Artoria's beautiful eyes froze.

She didn't know why Mordred knew about it.

Although Mordred and Moran were very close, she didn't think Moran even told each other such things.

Could it be that between Moran and him:

Isn't it what you think of as a master-apprentice relationship?!

"Mordred! You're over! "

Bediwell stood up and scolded.

As the king's secretary, he could not watch the king be offended, let alone be pointed at by Mordred with a sword.

Raise the sword to the king who swore allegiance to himself.

What a disrespectful thing this is.

"Knight King! Answer me! Don't you think that this Britain will be more important than him!? "

"Stand down! Mordred! Do you know what it means to be disrespectful to Your Majesty! Have you forgotten the integrity of knights!? (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Fuck off! I'm looking for King Arthur! It's not you, the little white face who plays the top student all day! "

Mordred was furious along the way.

Now, seeing Bedwell blocking in front of her, she couldn't control the anger in her heart.

She raised her hand and emitted a crimson thunder.

The dragon factor in the body generated magic power at high speed, and dozens of thunders rushed towards Bedivel like a python.

"Hmm!"

Bediwell is just an ordinary person.

He is not mysterious like the other knights of the Round Table and is almost the most ordinary mortal in the Round Table.

Let him face Mordred, the angry tyrannosaurus.

The result, too, is obvious.

"Bedi Wilqing!"

Artoria came back to her senses.

She wielded her holy sword to fight the thunder with the breath of the stars.

The two energies collide with each other and burst into heat.

The blazing wave burned the surrounding grass and flew out with Bedivel.

He passed out from the explosion.

At this moment, there is no one on the field to stop both.

"Annoying guy down. King Arthur, do you still want to avoid my question? Today, you have to give me the answer! "

"Morandred, to me, Moran is more important than Britain. Everything I do now is to save him. Where does your anger come from at this moment? "

"Hah! Hahahaha! It's speechless! King Arthur, the King of Perfection, the world praises you like this! In my opinion, you can't even see the truth these days! But yes, foolish king! "

Mordred's hostility intensified.

Anger couldn't stop overflowing, she hadn't had a moment of anger like this since the beginning of her birth.

If it weren't for this woman in front of you.

If it weren't for her father's fall in love with her, he wouldn't have endured such pain in Britain.

"Mordred, what exactly do you want to say?"

"If my father were not so weak, if he had not suffered so much, I would have carried this helmet forever, and only become a shadow following him, and this would be my happiness."

However, it is impossible for him to age, he is old! How can I watch him dissipate! How can I continue to watch him suffer like that.....! "

Mordred shouted with suppressed emotions.

It seems to pour out long-simmering resentment, and there is also a tsunami-like sadness in it.

"Your father....?"

Artoria frowned.

She had never heard of Mordred having a father.

"Arthur, you know his pain like this! but still builds the country on his suffering! What the perfect king of shit!

This doomed bastard Britain! Damn people! All of this - I destroyed it all in one piece! "

Under the helmet, the emotions of the rebellious knight burst.

She let out a roar of abomination.

All this seemed to Artoria like a man, devouring the bright Voltigon of Britain.

"Mordred, I can't understand your madness, and I don't know who your father is. If you want to destroy what I've been after, then I can only see Qing as an enemy! "

Artoria looked at Mordred with an awe-inspiring expression.

She held the holy sword and put on a posture.