red fate night

"In the name of the knight Mordred, I challenge you!"

Mordred pointed the knight sword at Tristan and said sharply.

"Okay! I accept your challenge!"

Although Tristan is at the end of the Knights of the Round Table, he is still very confident in his own strength.

The two sides stood at each other on a special field, and moved almost at the same time.

"BING~~~!"

The blade made a crisp sound, and Mordred raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with just a simple collision, Mordred discovered one thing, she and him were between the uncle.

Do not!

It should be said that she is a little bit stronger than him.

"Drink!" Mordred yelled out in a very good mood, holding the knight's sword hilt with both hands, and slashed down sharply.

Tristan frowned all the time, and the frown became even tighter. He leaned his right leg slightly, turned his head, and slashed diagonally.

This is a battle for dignity and glory.

Mordred felt like a goshawk soaring in the sky, the wind was blowing on her body, a strange feeling spread throughout her body with the impact of the blade, and the attack became more and more violent.

'Fight! '

Tristan's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, he was betting!The bet is to see who hits whom first.

But he forgot one thing, Mordred was wearing a mask, because of the existence of the mask, Tristan's attack was buffered, so, this battle, Mordred won!

The moment Mordred hit the helmet with the knight's sword, her sword sliced ​​through Tristan's armor, ripped through the soft fur, and brought out a burst of blood.

"?" Mordred didn't know that her helmet was shattered. He only felt that his field of vision had widened. He avoided Tristan's blow, stepped back quickly, pointed at Tristan with the tip of his sword and said: "You lose, I will accept your title of Twelve Knights of the Round Table!"

"・・・"

The surroundings were silent, and Mordred was puzzled, but when she saw a pile of familiar fragments, her eyes became disbelieving.

Slowly, Mordred took a breath, raised the knight sword, and with the reflection of the sword, she saw her current appearance, immature, 11 years old, exactly the same as the girl she dreamed of day and night .

Mordred panicked, she didn't know what to do now.

She was born less than four years ago, and Mordred, who didn't care about the surroundings, suddenly found that the sight around her was so dazzling and so daunting.

Mordred clenched his teeth, with waves of fear appearing in his eyes, grabbed the knight sword, turned and ran.

She didn't know what to do but ran away.

"So, you just escaped back like this?!" Morgan looked at Mordred with a sneer, snorted disdainfully, turned around and left, but when she walked more than 20 meters, she suddenly turned her head and said, "By the way, don't Forget about going to the palace tomorrow."

Mordred's eyes lit up immediately, and she felt that she was one step closer to the girl.

"Sir Mordred is here!" I don't know who shouted, when Mordred strode into the palace, the first thing he saw was the girl.

but!

Mordred saw the dazed kneeling on one foot, the coldness and disdain in the girl's eyes, the suspicious eyes of the knights, and the sarcasm of the ministers, and his heart immediately turned cold.