The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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"you?"

"I'm... so useless." Mordred's body was trembling. "The whole of Britain was destroyed in my hands. It was so good when my mother was alive."

"I... am not worthy of being called a king, am I?"

"..."

Nero's expression suddenly became serious.

"Mordred, how could you think that—"

"Eh?"

Mordred was stunned when Nero called him by his name, which was rare.

But the Roman Emperor seemed to have no intention of giving her time to hesitate, and quickly continued:

"Yu, I did some pretty outrageous things before I died—like sneaking out to date the teacher while the old guys were giving their reports, or filling my room with awful drugs just to make the teacher want to violate me day and night... Hmm, even though the teacher didn't scold me when he found out."

"They called me a whore in the bathhouse and the most asshole emperor in Rome."

"But what does it matter?"

Nero hugged Mordred and spoke softly.

"King, you were born to bear all kinds of infamy, and even after death it will not be at peace - but because of this, the king is unique."

"I never care about insults and reproaches."

"Yu's decision is always the best decision at that time."

"If you understand this, then no matter whether that era ends or not, or whether it's shocking enough, it will be enough for you to use."

“A king is one who makes the past shine, not the past that makes the king shine.”

"Mordred——"

"Do you understand it?"

"..."

Mordred felt his breathing quicken a little.

"Nero, then...then can you accompany me back?"

"This is... so embarrassing."

"Hmm~"

"Of course—" Nero said with a smile.

"But then you'll have to become a supporter of Teacher Yu He's marriage!"

"Eh……"

Mordred nodded, but then muttered.

"Is there really such a medicine..."

"what?"

"Nothing, let's go back quickly!"

826. Nero and BB's Joint Defense/The Knights of the Round Table's Mutual Understanding (4k)

"alright--!"

Nero patted Mordred's shoulder, looking like he had completely gotten the job done.

"I have solved all the problems!"

"Umm, Xiao Mo, tell me what you want to say!"

"..."

Looking at Nero and Mordred who had returned to him, although Ian was still a little worried, he didn't say much.

Because he knew that at this time, he could actually do nothing.

The only thing she could pray for was that Nero actually did what she promised.

"..."

Looking at his father and Galahad in front of him, Mordred took a breath again and again, seemingly building up his momentum to speak.

It was the first time Ian had seen her like this—but it didn't feel that bad at all.

"Galahad!"

Mordred finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"I!"

"It's not what you think!"

"Will you listen to my explanation?!"

"..."

Listening to Mordred's words, Ian's gaze involuntarily turned to Galahad.

In fact, strictly speaking, they are no longer the original Knights of the Round Table, but the Knights of the Round Table of the next generation.

Such grudges are actually not something that the "predecessors" should interfere with.

"Ah."

Galahad's reaction was surprisingly calm, as if everything Mordred said was just a simple greeting.

"Go ahead—"

"I... am indeed waiting for such a reason."

"..."

Galahad's tone was so indifferent that Mordred felt a little at a loss.

However, after taking a look at Nero and receiving a nod from him, the naughty kid's voice became noticeably more confident.

"Galahad."

"You said... you didn't really approve of the time when I was king, right?"

"Watch your words."

Galahad corrected.

“I totally disagree.”

"As a king, you are far worse than your mother, Queen Morgan, or King Arthur, who left Britain long ago."

“That’s something I’ve always endorsed.”

"That's why I hope your reasoning can make me understand that my thinking is wrong."

"..."

An answer that was unsurprising, yet so sharp that it was difficult to look directly at.

Ian couldn't help but sigh: It seemed that the Knights of the Round Table all had an obsession in their hearts that was difficult for them to deny.

This is true for Mordred, Morgan, and Altria.

This seems like a curse brought by the Round Table.

"So I'm sorry—"

Before the man could finish his lament, Mordred's voice was heard again.

This was something even Ian had never thought of.

She... apologized?

This was just the beginning—Mordred's apology was only just beginning to show.

"I did a lot of things that were wrong while I was here."

"I don't have the powerful magic of my mother, which is enough to change the environment of Britain, nor do I have the military talent of my second mother, which is enough to conquer Vortigern."

“It’s really a question of my ability.”

"but……"

"but!"

Mordred looked at Galalad in front of him.

"That is all I can offer to Britain!"

"That's also... the future I'm risking everything on!"

As he spoke these words, a shining silver sword appeared in Mordred's hand.

It was the brilliant and glorious sword (Clarent), which was extremely similar in appearance to the golden sword (Caliburn) that had chosen Altria, and was also the blade of the chosen king!

The girl took it out at this moment, which showed her determination.

"From the beginning to the end, I never thought I didn't give it my all."

"Galhalad, I—"

"I don't think I'm unworthy of this sword!"

"I have never failed to fulfill my mother's commission!"

"My only crime is my lack of ability, that's all!"

Mordred's words were powerful.

Just by listening to it, one could tell that she was really serious about what she said.

Ian also understood that the moment his daughter thought so, it would be the first step for her to get over the British knot.

only--

Although Mordred thought so, Galahad did not let it go.

He continued asking, looking at Mordred who had drawn the Clarent Sword.

"I understand."

"In that case—if you understand your own limitations, why don't you seek more help?"

"I don't understand that."

“Because you can’t do that.”

Galahad had barely finished speaking when Nero's reply came.

"I don't know the true nature of your relationship with Xiao Mo—but I understand the courage required to be a king, and I also understand that a king cannot ask for help from others at will."

"It's like..."

"If my Roma knew that I have been seeking help from others..."

Nero's eyes fell on Ian.

"Then the crime against me is more than just being a bathhouse slut, right?"

The words of the Roman emperor were not difficult to understand.

To put it simply, if even the ruler of a country has to seek help from others, then the people around him will naturally have the idea of "no".

If this continues, it will lead to further suspicion and speculation.

If it continues to develop, it will become a questioning of the king.

It is a truth that we must first stabilize the country before we can resist foreign aggression.

"..."

Galahad fell silent as he listened to Nero's words.

Obviously, this is how he behaves when he feels it makes sense.