In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

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Lancelot's face paled at the sight, but he still managed a genuine smile.

Of course he wouldn't blame him.

After all, even without this 'precept,' his defeat was only a matter of time.

He just said:

"You truly are the strongest person in the world, just as my father described!"

In the end.

A young man named Lancelot crossed the sea, driven by a desire to witness the 'King of Knights'—but more so by his father's teachings.

It originates from the name of the man who defeated his father and the fact that he appeared on British soil.

[Damn it, this guy's coming for me!]

You suddenly realized this.

...

After this sparring match ended

Lancelot seems to have become your 'fanboy'.

He frequently proclaims your virtue and your martial prowess, while also boasting about his one and only defeat.

[But in any case, with this victory as a foundation, there is absolutely no possibility of Lancelot rebelling—even the slightest possibility has been nipped in the bud by you.]

During this period, you have purged 1,272 knights—and the number of powerful and influential families involved is more than 2,000.

You've offended countless people, but you've also earned the respect of many more knights.

Noble yet cruel

This is how people describe you.

[Because of the bloodshed you've caused in the Kingdom of Camelot during this period]

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it was clear to everyone that since that day, the King had distanced himself from you—even though your status and position remained unchanged, Artoria had bypassed the process of discussing many matters with you.

You also feel it doesn't matter.

Changing history always comes at a price.

[A tiny, insignificant price]

Besides, what is your purpose?

[Nearly completed]

You are thirty-three years old this year.

A year later

Just as you expected.

Although the Kingdom of Camelot still had abundant food that year, after years of poor harvests, King Arthur finally decided that he could not simply live off the resources of the kingdom.

In this year, Artoria Pendragon, influenced by the knights you secretly instructed, decided to launch a campaign against Rome.

Before you set off, Lia came to you and asked you why you were doing that.

She wasn't actually disgusted by your actions; she simply didn't want you to bear the burden of undeserved killing and malice—that was her duty as queen.

And your answer was only one.

You are just—

I want to see her regret it for the rest of her life.

...

That disagreement truly caused the "King" to regret it for the rest of his life.

The Death of King Arthur

Chapter 223 Regent Lu Kang and Mordred, Let's Rebel!

[As the 'King of Knights' and 'King Arthur'—Artoria's army has set out on a campaign, you will naturally remain in Britain as always, guarding the rear.]

[Also with you is Mordred, the homunculus you raised yourself, who possesses both your and Pendragon's blood.]

At only three years old, but looking like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, Mordred gazed at the departing army with its fluttering banners. She stood atop the highest tower in the city of Camelot—silver-white armor clung to her body, the breastplate forming a distinct curve, her slender waist and hips creating a smooth arc.

Beneath the girl's battle skirt, her thigh muscles were taut, her calves were straight and strong, and the skin peeking through the gaps shone with a healthy glow in the sunlight.

Her blonde hair was disheveled and flowing, and her face, which was usually hidden under the horned mask and was extremely similar to Artoria's, was full of regret.

"Why can't you take me with you...?"

She felt regret, and even more so, a little resentful.

“Because you are the future ‘king,’ Mordred.” To this, Lu Kang, standing beside Mordred, merely glanced at her and spoke thus.

Although it has not been officially announced yet.

But in fact, Artoria already knew Mordred's identity.

Unlike the original trajectory that Lu Kang knew, the birth of Mordred this time was approved and implemented by Lu Kang, Morgan, and Artoria herself—an exceptionally outstanding heir created to continue the future of the Kingdom of Camelot.

She possesses both the rich blood of the Pendragon royal family and the blood of Lucan, though it is impossible for her to inherit their powers—

Morgan's dominion over the island is a gift from the will of Britain, not a power derived from his bloodline, and his trinity is a result of the resurgence of his origins.

The red dragon element in Artoria is also a manifestation of Celtic symbols.

These were not acquired through inheritance.

As for Lu Kang's triple cycle, it is even more unique and extremely difficult to replicate in others. It is a masterpiece in the field of mysticism that surpasses the level of ordinary divine realms.

Even so, Mordred's talent was still extremely strong. Although not as strong as her three 'parents', her magical power was immense. She inherited 272 high-quality magic circuits from Lucan's body, Morgana's extremely high talent and skills in manipulating magic, and Artoria's powerful physique.

Her abilities have also surpassed what they were 'original'.

Artoria, of course, approves of her.

When the emperor goes on a military campaign, it is only natural for the crown prince to oversee the country.

That being said.

"I still prefer to follow the 'King' and go out to fight!"

The blonde girl muttered to herself.

Lu Kang asked, "What?"

Don't you want to be with me?

"Ah...no, no, Father!" Mordred chuckled awkwardly.

Having grown up under Lu Kang's strict discipline, she knew very well just how "mischievous" this knight duke, who was described by outsiders as exceptionally noble, who founded the code of chivalry, who held great power as the prime minister of the kingdom, and the vice-commander of the Knights of the Round Table, really was!

“If not, that would be best,” Lu Kang said. “If so, I will write a letter and ask ‘Wang’ to bring you along as well.”

"They haven't gone far yet, there's still time—"

"Really?" Mordred's eyes lit up.

“It’s fake.” Lu Kang smiled, as if to say, “You’ve been fooled.”

Gulu.

Mordred paused for a moment, then swallowed hard.

It’s over.

she thought.

...

"Your Majesty, all the ships have gathered at the Port of London—a total of 3,362, enough for all of us to cross the sea."

At the forefront of the Camelot Kingdom's army, Artoria pulled on the reins, paused at a high point, and glanced back slightly, watching the chalk city of Camelot gradually disappear below the distant horizon, leaving only a faint white outline.

The silver-armed knight Bedivere rode forward, stopping a few meters away, and reported the situation to the 'King'.

Three thousand ships...

"It's the teacher again... Was it prepared by 'Su Qing'?"

She didn't look away, but simply spoke.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Bedivere replied respectfully. “The Grand Duke has long been prepared for our expedition.”

instinctive.

Lia felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Then let's go!"

Unexpectedly, she simply decided not to think about it anymore.

Artoria has always trusted Lu Kang.

...

That afternoon, Mordred was punished by you and made to copy one hundred copies of the Camelot Kingdom's official document within the Camelot Palace.

This was undoubtedly an extremely severe punishment for the naturally active Mordred.

That night, you sensed that Leah's army had completely left the port and headed south.

"It's about time."

Lu Kang, deep within the palace, opened his eyes.

"Father—what's almost done?"

Mordred, whose hands were trembling from finishing writing the document, shuddered the moment Lu Kang opened his eyes, and looked even more confused when he heard him speak.

"The king has already led his army on the expedition."

Lu Kang smiled and said:

"Now, the Kingdom of Camelot is vulnerable."

"This is the perfect time."

Mordred was even more confused by these words.

But this time, before she could even ask, she heard her father across from her say:

"Xiao Mo."

Let's 'rebel'!

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...

When the king is at the front fighting.

News of an internal conflict in the Kingdom of Camelot arrived from behind.