I'm really not an old sword

"Saber, Mordred has arrived."

"?"

"Are you my master?"

The female knight in red and white armor glanced at him and asked in confusion, "Strange, I don't even know you, why do I feel like stabbing you?"

Artoria, isn't your daughter a little too rebellious?

After a brief introduction to Mordred, he changed the subject, relying on the fact that Mordred was not very smart, and finally managed to maintain this fake relationship.

There was no way he could beat her now.

If it was based on the "Old Sword" template, he would have to train her well for Altria.

"it's your turn."

Next, Ophelia went to the center, while he, Modred and Father Kotomine stood at the edge of the basement and watched the ceremony quietly. Afterwards, Lin Qingsu fully understood what it meant to not leave the Flag.

"Brynhildr...her class is Lancer..."

Looking at the tall, blue-haired lady fighting in the formation, Lin Qingsu almost turned around and ran away.

This place is not suitable for human beings to stay!

Good news, he and Ophelia summoned two T1 level heroes without using any relics.

Bad news, both of these heroic spirits want to kill him.

Just like when Mordred appeared, Brunhilde was introducing herself when she suddenly sensed a familiar aura. Her voice paused, and she tilted her head slightly to see three people standing at the edge of the basement.

His gaze lingered on Mordred for half a second. He was a good opponent and looked a bit like him.

Is he his descendant?

Brunhilde's gaze lingered on the priest for a few more seconds, and she frowned slightly.

Finally, her gaze fixed on Lin Qingsu.

For some reason, she had never met him, but just looking at him made her feel a surge of love welling up in her chest, and she could barely contain the desire to kill him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

There was no immediate reply, and instead the handsome young man gave her a look that made Brunhilde somewhat unhappy.

A frivolous man.

"Hello, my name is Lin Qingsu."

Brunhilde's cold expression immediately melted, her pretty face flushed, and her breathing became a little rapid for a moment.

Lin Qingsu coughed twice and pointed at Mordred: "This is my Servant, Saber, Mordred."

He then pointed at Ophelia, who was feeling a little lost after being ignored by her own Heroic Spirit and said, "She is your Master, Ophelia."

Lin Qingsu didn't introduce Kotomine Kirei alone. Brunhilde immediately understood what he meant. Thinking of the familiar aura she had just felt from him, she pursed her lips and nodded indifferently at Lin Qingsu.

"Hello."

......

After all, paper can't contain fire.

After briefly introducing themselves, Kotomine Kirei said, "Rest well first and then act tomorrow morning." Then, Lin Qingsu and Ophelia returned to their room. As soon as they returned, Brunhilde couldn't wait to reveal her body.

Although the magic power to summon heroic spirits is provided by what Father Kotomine calls the "Holy Grail".

However, the daily actions and battles of the Heroic Spirits still require them to provide magic power.

It doesn’t matter to Lin Qingsu. He has so much magic power now that he can’t use it all up. Even if another servant comes, it doesn’t matter.

But Ophelia is not so good.

Lin Qingsu really didn't want to see Modred, so she made an excuse with Ophelia and asked Modred to transform into a spirit and stay by her side until the battle.

"Lancer?"

Ophelia just called out, and the tone at the end became a little strange.

Although she had never been in love, she had some understanding of this. When she saw Brunhilde looking straight at Lin Qingsu with a very strange look as soon as she appeared, Ophelia seemed to understand something.

She looked at Lin Qingsu and then at Brunhilde, and suddenly had a bold idea.

No way?

At this time, Mordred appeared and stood between Lin Qingsu and Brunhilde.

"Although I am quite unhappy with him, he is my Master after all."

Mordred said, gripping his sword with fighting intent: "You want to fight, woman with a sullen face all day long?"

Why are you and your mother so stupid?

"She's not trying to kill me."

"what?"

"Don't ask. This is not something you can inquire about at your age."

Lin Qingsu rubbed her fluffy blonde hair like a silly child and pushed her aside.

"Children don't understand. Go play somewhere else."

Mordred was very unhappy.

How dare a mere human speak to me in such a tone and even rub my head?

But the strange thing is that Mordred dared to get angry. Looking at Lin Qingsu, he suddenly felt guilty, as if he was facing his "father". Although he had many complaints about Artoria in private, he behaved obediently when he saw her and didn't even dare to raise his head. It seemed that he was the same.

"Oh."

Mordred walked obediently towards the bed, muttering in dissatisfaction.

"But a mere Master..."

After temporarily dealing with Mordred, Lin Qingsu looked at Ophelia again.

"Do you want me to go out?"

Why do you suddenly feel wronged?

Originally, Lin Qingsu wanted to ask her to go out for a while, but seeing Ophelia's expression, she felt embarrassed to say anything more.

"No, I just suddenly wanted to look into your eyes."

After responding with a few words, Lin Qingsu looked at Brunhilde.

Brunhilde was looking at him intently.

Seeing him looking at her, Brunhilde's lips curled up slightly, and a flower-like smile bloomed on her slightly cold face. She took two steps forward and leaned lightly into Lin Qingsu's arms.

"I miss you."

Ophelia, who was blushing at what Lin Qingsu said, looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

He didn't even think about questions like 'How could an ordinary person like Lin Qingsu be related to a Nordic Valkyrie?' or 'Aren't Brunhilde and Sigurd lovers?' Instead, he looked at Lin Qingsu with a rather resentful look.

He was flirting with me one second and hugging another woman the next.

It would be fine if she couldn't do anything, but the woman he was hugging was summoned by himself.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Ophelia came to her senses and turned around. Mordred was putting his arm around her shoulder, looking very familiar.

"It's okay." Ophelia shook her head and looked at Lin Qingsu who was whispering with Brunhilde, and sighed in her heart.

After all, it was my own fault.

In such a dangerous situation, and with her life saved by the other party, and Lin Qingsu's appearance, strength and temperament were all good, which girl would not be in love? Ophelia thought that if they could go back alive, they might get married romantically like the male and female protagonists in adventure movies and spend the rest of their lives together.

"Oh." Mordred scratched his face and pointed at Lin Qingsu: "Do you know what's going on between the two of them? Isn't she the Servant you summoned?"

Ophelia shook her head and looked at Lin Qingsu, who had already started to whisper in the woman's ear with skill, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Come to think of it, I seem to have forgotten that he is a scumbag who is dating several women at the same time.

Why is she still called "Miss Killer"?

But she seems to be a young lady, so doesn't that mean...

......

Mordred looked at the pale woman in front of him strangely.

She has a cool and beautiful appearance and a good figure.

She is only slightly inferior to Merry and Guinevere, but still has an exotic look with black hair and red eyes.

But unfortunately, he has never been interested in women. Compared to useless things like women, he prefers the sword in his hand. He wants to become stronger and stronger until he can successfully usurp the throne of the dead father who abused his son. And the woman in front of him...

"Are you my stepmother?"

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but frown when she heard that, and her anger at seeing the 'enemy who murdered her father' also subsided a little.

Although he looks about 60% similar to Arthur, they are not the same person.

His demeanor, tone, and armor were all completely different, and based on what he said...

"Are you Mordred?"

"Yes, it's Ben...it's me."

Linglongguan Misaya gave him a puzzled look.

"What's this habit of yours?"

"No, you don't have to worry about it."

Mordred is feeling very uncomfortable now.

He was used to calling himself "the king" and subconsciously said "the king" when he spoke. However, when he called himself "the king" now, he recalled the painful memory of that night when he was killed by that old guy Arthur, resurrected, and killed again after being resurrected.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

For now, I will pretend to be nice and protect my stepmother, to win my father's love. When my magical power is fully developed, one day...

Arthur, just wait for me!

Linglongguan Misaya hummed and looked at him in deep thought.

He said that she was his stepmother, which means that he thought he was Arthur's woman?

Thinking that she was regarded as the murderer of her father, Linglongguan Misaya was a little annoyed, but she quickly suppressed the useless dissatisfaction, looked at the gradually fading mist around her, and finally looked back at the blond young man holding the sword in front of her.

I need his protection.

As for why she believed that she was Arthur's woman, maybe Arthur had planted something difficult to detect in her when they were in the amusement park. That matter was irrelevant.

"What's going on here?"

"I do not know."

Mordred spread his hands in a very lonely manner: "I just arrived not long ago. I came here for some unknown reason. I don't have a Master. I felt that there was movement here. As a result, the loser you kicked ran away after just two hits. Then I saw you."

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion frowned irritably.

I came here for no apparent reason, and was recognized as my mother by the son of my father's murderer...

"Where's your Master?"

Mordred felt that she was a bit stupid as a stepmother.

I wanted to complain, but after thinking it over I decided not to. I would be in trouble if she told her father who seemed to be going through menopause recently and had a bad temper, so I spread my hands helplessly.

"No."

"Then I am your Master now."

Mordred didn't pay any attention to her commanding tone.

This woman is nice and looks a lot like my mother.

On the contrary, he hated hypocritical women like Merry and that green tea girl Guinevere, who were as weak as women and only relied on their father to bully him all day long.