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"Hey! Mordred, your sword is dead!"

With inexplicable emotions flashing in Morgan's eyes, he slowly spit out syllables one by one. "Yes!" Mordred looked expressionlessly at the knight's greatsword that was full of gaps and broke in two, and said as if comforting himself:

"Swords have a lifespan."

Mordred is Morgan's favorite daughter, even though Mordred is not her own, but a clone of Artoria.

"Mordred, I'll get you a famous sword, at least it's much better than this one, how about it? I can ask the craftsman to make the sword look the same? Is that okay?" Morgan didn't realize that her tone had turned into pleading .

"But that sword is still not the sword my father gave me. And my sword is already dead."

Mordred curled up cowardly, his eyes blushing.

"I... all I want is the sword my father gave me... why... why did it break so easily?!"

"Obviously, this is the first gift my father gave me!!!"

"Can I ask Arthur to give you another sword?"

A trace of resentment towards Artoria flashed in Morgan's eyes, and he whispered softly. (Like a child! Mordred.) Thinking of this, Morgan froze suddenly, remembering that it took only seven years to create Mordred, that is to say, the current Mordred Only seven years old.

Morgan felt her guilt and guilt towards Mordred deepened.

"Little Moya is very tired, isn't she!?"

Morgan went to Mordred's side and knelt down, covering Mordred's golden hair with her slender palms, and her two pairs of eyes met, holy green and emerald green.

"Little Moya is the most obedient child in the world! Right!"

"It's not Little Moya's fault!"

"I'm here!"

"Little Moya...all the grievances...just cry out..."

"Because... Mom is here..."

Bright pearls rushed out from those holy green eyes.At first, it was the whimpering sound of a small animal, but as time passed, it became louder and louder.

"Ahhhhhhh~~~! Moya... Moya, I just want a compliment from my father!"

"Did Moya do something wrong?...Father, tell Moya!"

"Moya will definitely change!"

"...Little Moya is the most obedient, if the sword is broken, I will give you Arthur's golden sword of victory, how about it?"

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"Is that the end?" Mordred shrugged as he looked at the group of Assassins who were destroyed by the scatter.

"Jay, let's go! Let's go back!" Mordred stood up and said to the middle-aged man beside him. "Wait! Avenger, the king's feast is not over yet!" Rider raised his hand and called Mordred to speak righteously.

Mordred frowned impatiently: "Are you kidding, the king's banquet? This kind of thing shouldn't exist, because a world can only recognize one king, and the king can't tolerate others King's! I'm right, Acher! King of Heroes!"

"Hmph!" Archer shook the king's wine in the gold wine glass, and said with a sneer, "You bastard still has some ability!"

Mordred twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly a conceptual weapon full of cracks appeared in his hand, and roared at him: "King of Heroes! I warn you, you must never call me a bastard again, or I will send you back to the Heroic Spirit with my own hands." temple!"

"Bastard, are you threatening me?"

The hero Wang Wen crushed Jin Chengcheng's cup angrily, and the king's wine fell from the gap in the golden armor.

"Let me kill you! King of Heroes!!!"