red fate night

Lancelot's betrayal, Guinevere's burning at the stake, none of this disturbed Mordred's mood.

She can't seem to hear anyone's words, as long as she wants, she can only hear the voice and orders of the king she cherishes and serves.

Mordred's face was pale, his holy green pupils had long lost their luster, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes. He lay on the cold stone floor devastated, and even exhaled the white mist that only appeared in winter.

"Mordred, you are dying." Morgan opened the door alone and said to Mordred quietly.

Mordred rolled his bloodshot eyeballs, and it took a long time before he muttered to himself: "I know, I'm going to die, but it's a pity... Father still didn't look at me once."

"I do not care·······"

Mordred said that she didn't care, but the gurgling tears flowing from her green eyes showed her unwillingness.

"Hey! Mordred, go and overthrow King Arthur's dynasty! In this way, even if she regards you as an enemy, she will face you squarely."

Morgan bit his lower lip, and finally said the last straw for Mordred.

"To overthrow...the dynasty?" Mordred's eyes once again shone brightly.

"You're right! My lord." Mordred stood up with great effort, blushing with excitement.

"Earl Gawain's ambition, tsk tsk! It seems how many people are hanging on the throne of the British king! The secret of King Arthur's immortality lies in her scabbard. I'll get it, and you can overthrow this era of King Arthur!"

Morgan calmly spoke passionate words and then passed the message to Earl Gawain's father in front of Mordred.

Mordred couldn't help clenching her teeth, she didn't want to betray her king.

However, this is the only way to attract the king's attention. If you win, you can get what you want. If you lose?

Anyway, she has nothing for a long time. If she loses, she just has to pay her own life. Anyway, she doesn't have a few days to live.

In less than three days, the final battle will soon arrive.

"Hey!" Mordred walked into Morgan's barracks step by step wearing thick armor. "Do you have the magic to restore my strength?" Mordred tilted his head and asked blankly, "Even if it is temporary."

"My lord princess."

"Yes!" Morgan yelled inexplicably when he heard Mordred calling himself 'My Lady Princess', and his body couldn't think of anything.

"Blood-boiling magic." Morgan was finally defeated by Mordred's eyes, and gave her a 'magic' that enhanced her strength so that she would never survive. "?ańζ?αμΣξν?φ!γΩΛ?Dà,μψμ,τρξáβ...ΛωΨσ.?Yà???ě?ΠΞ!!!"

A string of Latin characters spit out from Morgan's mouth, and Mordred could clearly sense the effect of the magic.

He could easily hear his own heartbeat, beating weakly and fast in the armor, as if it had been amplified several times.

I can easily feel that my own strength, as if I was born with divine power, can't be used up no matter how hard I use it.

The curse seemed to have met its nemesis, and quickly and easily returned to Mordred's body.

"It's really convenient, but this is the last battle!" Mordred sighed, clutching the silver knight sword tightly in his hand, even the armor was trembling slightly.

"Do you still care about King Arthur?"

"I don't care at all..."

"I don't care at all..."

"Don't care at all..."

"I don't even care..."

"not give a damn about······"

"care······"

"Huh..."

"Actually, I care a lot!"