Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

When Heber walked into the restaurant, the seats on the first floor were already full.

The lobby manager was asking the waiters to clean up to make room for new customers.

"welcome......"

The lobby manager, dressed in a neatly ironed suit, turned around and lowered his voice subconsciously when he saw Heber.

The manager's face suddenly turned stiff, but fortunately the noisy noise in the restaurant served as a cover and no one else noticed her gaffe.

She quickly turned around, picked up the towel on the counter behind her, and wiped the sweat off her face.

"I'm not feeling well and need to rest for a while...Please take that customer to the second floor first." The manager said to the waiter beside him.

ps: Chapter 2 will be in ten minutes

Volume 9: Memories of Mordred (Please add this to your collection and please support me)

The clean water wet her cheeks, and the cold stimulation made her sober up in an instant.

The mirror on the sink reflected the face of a heroic young woman. Her golden hair, wet by the water, lay softly against her cheeks, giving her a somewhat delicate temperament.

Image: "Xiao Mo", Location: "Images/1735534187-100425178-112502420.jpg"

She put her hand on her forehead, feeling her slightly high body temperature, and smiled nervously.

"Are you kidding me... am I this nervous?"

Merlin was already dead, having died in the Fourth History, his body mutilated under the king's gaze. His mother had told him this herself.

Mordred raised his eyes and looked into his own pupils in the mirror.

My body, which had begun to adapt to modern life, began to ache again, and my fingertips seemed to be soaked in blood again, with an unpleasant sticky touch.

"Oh no, it's starting over again—"

The calming spell cast by his mother was still effective, but memories began to flow out from the depths of his memory involuntarily.

......

who am I?

Is it the artificial man, the poison used by the mother to destroy Albion, or the sword wielded by the father?

"Your blood comes from Arthur. It will bring you the blood of a red dragon and the heart of a lion. You are born to embark on the path of authority."

"Your body was shaped by me, so your desires are similar to mine."

"Merlin brought your spirit back from the wasteland. Under her guarantee, you will have a bright future."

Mordred's father was King Arthur, who ruled all of Albion, and his biological mother was Morgan le Fay, who was crowned by the Isle.

Mordred knew long ago that he was just an artificial human and a tool for Morgan to realize a certain plan.

——No family, no love, no care, no self... no problem.

It would be great if my mother's plan could be realized.

When I have completed my mission, will my mother praise me for being a good child?

It would be great if I could become the sword in my father's hand.

Tools don't need to be ideal; after they've been chopped until they're worn out, you can just throw them away.

What's more, Mordred had long admired King Arthur. If she could fight under the king's command, she would be happy even if they were eventually torn apart.

If everything continued like this, rushing towards the abyss with no edge... she would not have any complaints.

Because ultimately, Mordred never saw the light.

Since you have not seen the beauty of the world, you naturally will not be obsessed with so-called suffering.

It was not until she saw the girl outside London who was wearing a court wizard's robe, had long flaxen hair and beautiful green eyes.

"Who are you?" Mordred asked.

The other party did not answer his question immediately, but instead looked him over carefully and asked, "Are you a knight who has surrendered to the new king, or a new soldier enlisting?"

"Can't I be a knight who actively follows the king?" Mordred was very unhappy.

When Mordred said her name, the girl's beautiful green eyes widened.

It was like a shock, but also like a relief.

"Since you say your name is Mordred," the court mage replied, "then it is my duty to teach you how to be an adult."

"Hey! Don't make decisions for me without my permission! And who are you anyway? Don't act so self-righteous!"

"You'll know who I am later." She smiled and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Xiao Mo, you don't want everyone to know that you're Arthur's child, do you?"

With just one sentence, Mordred, who was about to go berserk, calmed down and followed the girl away obediently.

It wasn't a good start, but when Mordred recalled it, he still felt happy.

Because she was the only person who cared about her besides her mother... No, in the eyes of her "mother", she was just a handy tool, and her fate was already determined.

More importantly, the girl admitted her identity as "King Arthur's son." Although Mordred was shocked and angry at first, he soon felt joy at being "recognized," just like a stray cat being petted.

In the secret garden, the girl made a semi-forced agreement with herself.

——Whenever a battle ended, Mordred would always come to the garden first, and in the secret garden, the girl with flaxen hair would always be there quietly waiting for him.

Mordred's mood also gradually changed from being restless at the beginning to being expectant.

This was a secret that he had never told his "mother". For Mordred, the days he spent with the green-eyed girl were as sweet as a candy that had been treasured for a long time.

No one had ever taught her how to live like a human being.

No one ever smiled at her and told her that it didn't matter if she didn't achieve success.

"No matter what time, there is always a place for Xiao Mo here, and I will always be by your side." said the girl with beautiful green eyes.

On that day, Mordred, who had never been understood, respected, or loved by anyone, realized that he was not a wild dog and did not need to run wildly in the wilderness under the cover of night until he died and rotted.

After that day, Modred continued to work towards her goal of becoming a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur, but the difference was that she no longer wielded her weapons mechanically.

Everything went smoothly afterwards. Modred, no longer feeling empty inside, was personally received by King Arthur and awarded medals for his outstanding military achievements, and was ranked among the Knights of the Round Table.

Faced with the orders of her "mother", Mordred no longer blindly followed them; faced with the king's will, she also had her own thoughts.

"I am my mother's child and the king's knight, but without the trust and support of the green-eyed girl, I would never have achieved what I have today." Every night, Mordred reminded himself, "The green-eyed girl is the woman who can become my mother."

If time could end here, how nice it would be.

However, the cruelty of time is that it never stops for anyone, nor can it be reversed.

Mordred has always known that the "mother" created him for ulterior motives. She has been instilling hatred in him all along, but she has been holding back, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

This opportunity finally arrived one day. The enchantress Morgan found her and gave Modred a series of horrifying plans, asking her to implement them. If Morgan's plan succeeds, Albion will collapse like a tower, and Arthur's life will end along with his rule.

Mordred left in despair.

Morgan didn't doubt her reaction. She had expected Mordred to behave this way.

But she didn't expect that Mordred's reaction was fake. She no longer wanted to be a pawn of her "mother", and she was even more unwilling to continue her life as a tool.

Mordred wanted to find the green-eyed girl and ask her to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible; then he would rush to see his father, confess his identity to her, and reveal his "mother's" conspiracy.

"But it doesn't matter. Perhaps even I, born with such an insignificant fate, will one day be a hero." Mordred thought as he ran. "Even if I am in a desperate situation, dying alongside my father is better than rotting on the bed of conspiracy."

She had never felt so close to being a "hero" before, and her blood was boiling with passion.

Mordred arrived at the promised garden, where the green-eyed girl was waiting as usual.

She told the green-eyed girl all of her mother's schemes.

"I see. It's definitely about time."

The green-eyed girl said calmly, looking at Mordred and smiling.

"In that case, can you die for me and Albion?"

“…right here, right now.”

P.S. Memories are often beautified, and reality is often more cruel and real. However, reality means being sober. This world is never warm and affectionate, and there is no mercy in its glory.

Volume 10: The Second Half of Memories

"In that case, can you die for Arthur and Albion?"

At that time, Heber said to the young knight in front of him, "Right here, right now."

As expected, Modred in front of him was stunned. Her face, which was slightly rosy from running for a long distance, gradually lost its color.

Is it really impossible? That's right, after all, he is a famous Knight of the Round Table. It is impossible to shake his mind with just two words. Heber thought.

Looking at the completely stunned Mordred, Heber frowned slightly.

"Haven't you realized it yet, Xiao Mo? Why did you run into me outside the city that day?"

"Why, after you met me, you can come here every day without anyone checking you out? You know, this is the inner city."

"Why did you stand out in the tournament? Why were you noticed by Arthur? Why were you able to win battle after battle, accumulating merit until you were seated at the Round Table?"

"Why, Arthur clearly spends a lot of time at the Round Table handling government affairs, but he doesn't want to be alone with you. He needs at least two Knights of the Round Table to be with you?"

Heber's expression remained calm, and his tone remained steady.

"Look at this Court Mage robe I'm wearing... If you ask your colleagues, you'll know there's only one person qualified to be granted the position of Court Mage."

"I'm Merlin, Merlin Ambrosius." Hebe bowed. "It was I who arranged for you to enter the Round Table. It was also I who revealed your identity to Arthur, allowing her to arrange for you suitable opponents, just the right enemies, and a battlefield where you can accumulate merit."

"I once sincerely hoped that we could maintain this relationship, but you are Morgan's child after all, so I can never trust you and cannot take greater risks."

What was Mordred thinking at that time? Hebe didn't know.

But when she said those words, the light in the eyes of the child who had been clinging to her went out.

Hebe saw that Mordred's hands were shaking. Yes, no one could muster up the courage to do such a thing.

So Heber slowly stood up: "Sorry, Xiao Mo, I'm a bit too demanding of you... Just think of it as for Arthur and Albion, please don't move, okay?"

She was already prepared. No matter what, she would not let Mordred leave this place alive today.

Hebe couldn't gamble on Morgan's backup plan on Mordred. If she was soft-hearted at this moment, who would be held responsible when the news of Arthur's death came?

However, after she finished speaking, Mordred drew his sword with trembling hands.

The knight's sword pierced his own chest quickly and accurately, and the red lightning broke free from the blade happily and rushed into the internal organs of its master, destroying the knight's own life as it had killed countless enemies in the past.

Her face twitched in pain, and the "Daytime" level red dragon blood and lion heart were still trying their best to maintain her life.

After a while, Mordred finally lost the strength to hold the sword, and her blood finally dried up under the burning pain of the red thunder.

Mordred fell to the ground.

Heber watched all this, and after confirming that she was dead, he pursed his lips.

The sage still did not make any sound, and quickly and nimbly took Mordred's spirit out of this prematurely matured body. After doing all this, Mordred's body quickly aged, decayed, and turned into dust.

"One day... one day——" The sage's voice finally became tired and trembling.

After that, Mordred's spirit was properly preserved until the end of the Lostbelt, until the blessing of Avalon came, the entire Lostbelt was confirmed, and then included in the official history.

When Avalon came, Mordred, who was originally confused and ignorant, suddenly saw an inappropriate scene in her vision. It was not the perspective of her "mother" or the "king" she had always longed for.

......

When his body turned to dust, when his father defeated his "mother" and imprisoned her in the Tower of London, when everything changed, the glorious kingdom became as dead as a corpse.

The wise and powerful king no longer has any loyal followers. The Knights of the Round Table fight each other, and the witch queen wants to overthrow the kingdom once again. This time, the king, who is bound to the Iron Throne and barely surviving, no longer has any chance of resistance.

Then, without witnessing anyone, the green-eyed girl turned the tide, defeating "Mother" and pulling the kingdom back from the brink of destruction. Yet, the king on the throne offered her no thanks, but instead a cold rebuke. If it had been me, what would I have felt? I'd probably have felt despair, pain, and hatred.

But Merlin's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he remained heartbreakingly calm and optimistic... At that moment, Mordred understood that both his father and mother's wills had changed over time, and only the green-eyed girl loved this country consistently.

Then, she calmly welcomed the end. It was not a sad and lonely feeling, but a peaceful and tranquil relief after experiencing everything.

It doesn’t matter if no one understands me, it doesn’t matter if no one walks with me.

At that moment, Mordred finally understood everything.

It turns out that you are walking on the road just like me, or even more lonely than me.

......