I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Lion Jie Jie Li had a nightmare.

When he woke up, he was lying in a wooden coffin. To prevent discomfort, straw was laid under him.

Of course, his nightmare was not caused by the bed. As an orthodox necromancer, he felt more comfortable sleeping in a coffin than on a bed in a five-star hotel.

The one who really caused him to have nightmares was probably the Servant with whom he had a contract.

With the help of the fragments of the Round Table sponsored by the Magic Association, he successfully summoned one of the Knights of the Round Table - the rebellious knight Mordred.

Because the content of the nightmare he just had was about Mordred's life experience, he guessed it easily.

This kind of thing was actually not uncommon during the Holy Grail War. Because of the connection of magical power between the Servant and the Master, some of the memories of each of them would be known to the other in the form of dreams.

Even though he had woken up for a while, the lingering emotions of the dream were still affecting him, making him feel a little confused.

After clearing his mind for a while and feeling that he had almost recovered, he was about to sit up when he almost bumped into a skull.

The white bony head trembled and the jaw moved.

"Master, I'm so bored..."

The skull head was removed, and then Lion Jie Li saw Modred with a listless look on his face.

The lion Jie Jie Li, who had long been accustomed to bones and corpses, was naturally not frightened by this scene. He climbed out of the coffin very calmly.

"Saber, don't play with other people's heads like that. It's so disrespectful to them."

"How dare you, a necromancer lying in someone else's coffin, say that about me?!"

After a loud retort, Mordred seemed to have lost interest in the skull in his hand and threw it aside casually.

"Master... Master... I'm so bored... There's nothing but corpses here, nothing to play with..." Mordred sat on the ground, hugging his legs and swaying from side to side. "At worst, there has to be something to eat, right? I think the burger you took me to last time was pretty good. It was miles better than Gawain's mashed potatoes."

"Please spare me. If you keep doing what you did last time, I'm afraid I won't even make it to the last day of the Holy Grail War and will starve to death."

As he spoke, Shizi Jiejie took out his wallet, which had shrunk by who knows how much, and his tone was full of heartache.

"I, I, I... I can't help it." Mordred also showed an embarrassed expression. It seemed that she had no idea about her appetite. "Well... I'll return the money to you when I get the Holy Grail for you."

"...That's a universal wishing machine, and you're using it to make money?"

How should I put it... I feel like the richest man in the country has gone bankrupt and has to buy a hand-pulled pancake on the street.

"That's not the case!" Mordred retorted. "The wish I want to fulfill with the Holy Grail is to go back to the time before my father drew the Kingchoir Sword and became king, and then... draw the Kingchoir Sword for her!"

As if imagining the scene at that time, a blush of excitement appeared on Mordred's smiling face.

"When that happens, I'll see how my father will deny that I'm the heir to her throne!"

Instead of wishing directly to the Holy Grail to become king, he wanted a chance to prove himself and then fight for it with his own ability.

As for the fact that he couldn't draw the Sword of the Kingchooser... Mordred had never even considered this possibility.

She is the only heir of King Arthur. Why can't she do what her father can do?

"How is it? Master, am I amazing?"

Mordred felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea, and even felt that he was amazing for coming up with this idea. He crossed his arms over his chest and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

However, she didn't get a response from her Master for a long time.

When Mordred lowered his head, he saw the lion with his mouth half open, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"What are you doing, Master? It's like you've seen a ghost."

Mordred didn't bother to hide his inner thoughts, so he just said it out loud.

Then... an extremely familiar voice came from behind Mordred, causing Mordred's body to instantly stiffen and become rigid.

"Mordred."

“—Damn it!!”

As if his butt was burned by the ground, Mordred jumped up instantly, took out his weapon and prepared for battle.

Anger, doubt, fear, confusion... the surging waves pushed her heart up and down, and every drop of water that gathered into the waves came from her complex and unclear emotions.

She was about to yell out the other person's name, but when she turned around, she was almost blinded by the light.

So big... so white...

Artoria watched as Mordred suddenly jumped away, baring his fangs at her like a lioness with its fur standing on end, and even countless red lightning burst out from his body.

However, when Mordred turned around and saw himself, he suddenly stopped moving, and even the ferocious red lightning on his body mysteriously dissipated.

The other party didn't move for a long time, and even Artoria couldn't feel the other party's breathing, so she spoke again.

"Mordred?"

Perhaps it was this call that woke up Mordred, and her eyes finally regained clarity, but the next moment, she took a step back, and the vigilance and anger in her eyes were even stronger than before.

"Who are you? How dare you impersonate my father!"

My father, the king, doesn't have the same kind of humanity as you do—!!

Chapter 192 Mordred doubts reality

Artoria didn't expect to meet Mordred here.

Originally, after leaving the Black side's base camp, she planned to go directly to the Red side's base camp.

However, she suddenly sensed the location of a red servant.

Because Artoria is the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, she can feel the aura of the Servants.

While every Servant can do something similar, Altria as Ruler has a wider range and greater distance.

Even though they hadn't met yet, Artoria had already guessed that the red servant was Mordred.

Because at this time, the servants of the red side were basically under the control of Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, only Shishi Jiejieli and Mordred, who were good at acting alone, rejected Amakusa Shirou Tokisada and wandered around.

To be honest, Artoria hasn't figured out how to meet Mordred, and hasn't even decided whether to meet him.

After all, she still has self-knowledge. She is not the real King Arthur, nor is she the King Arthur that Mordred knows.

Even the spirit base belonging to Artoria was conveying emotions such as "trouble" to her, and she didn't know how to face her only child.

Should I resent him? After all, he destroyed my country.

Should I apologize? After all, the other person became like this because of my neglect.

However, perhaps it was because of this emotion from her spiritual base that she decided to meet Mordred.

"You also hope to ease your relationship with her, right? You hope to tell her your true feelings, and hope that she will no longer be tormented by the fire of anger."

Altria seemed to be talking to herself, but she knew that Lingji's true self would hear her words.

Although I didn't feel "agreement" from my spiritual base, I didn't feel "rejection" either. I was probably confused.

Mordred's aura came from a cemetery, which was not difficult to find.

From a distance, Artoria saw Mordred, who was dressed very coolly, and a man who did not look like a good person at all. She thought that man must be Mordred's master.

At this time, Mordred had her back to him, but Lion Jie Jieli, who was facing her, saw the arrival of Artoria and was shocked.

There is no other reason, because Altria looks so similar to Mordred, they are almost carved from the same mold.

In fact, Altria was still a little surprised.

She clearly remembered that Mordred had the skill of [Intuition]. Unlike Lancelot, who had honed his martial arts to unparalleled perfection, Mordred relied more on his beast-like intuition, coupled with a bold and life-threatening fighting style. He was more like a bloodthirsty beast than an orthodox knight.

Although Artoria concealed her presence and showed no hostility in order to avoid complications, she shouldn't have been so close to the other party without being noticed.

Unless... Mordred trusted her very much, just like some very vigilant creatures would react to almost any approach, but would be fine when their parents approached, and would even feel safe, because they subconsciously trusted them.

Altria's expression became a little complicated, and she called out softly.

"Mordred."

…………

"Who are you? How dare you impersonate my father!"

Mordred's face flushed with anger, and he raised his sword to chop down the imposter in front of him.

“Saber! Wait…”

Lion Jie Jieli came to his senses and wanted to stop Mordred, but Mordred, who was so angry that he lost his mind, would not listen to him.

Lightning exploded, Mordred stomped the ground with one foot, instantly crossed the distance and came in front of Artoria, angrily swung the magic sword in his hand.

Even Artoria didn't expect that Mordred would chop so decisively, but she wasn't so desperate as to just stand there and get chopped.

Without dodging, a thin layer of golden light covered his clenched fist, and then he punched towards the slashing magic sword.

——Bajiquan!

The exploding red thunder collided with the slender fist, resulting in a powerful force that almost made Mordred lose his grip on the sword. Moreover, this force was extremely aggressive, flowing directly along the arm into the internal organs.

Then, the crimson lightning shattered like glass, and Mordred flew out directly.

After smashing several large holes in the ground, it slid dozens of meters before it barely stopped.

"You...you bastard!"

Mordred stood up in a panic, his hand holding the magic sword still shaking uncontrollably, his red coat became a little tattered, and his hideous face looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Saber! Don't be impulsive!"

Lion Jie Jieli still wanted to persuade Mordred, but at this moment Mordred could no longer see anything except Altria.

"Fake! I'm going to kill you..."

"Sir Mordred!"

Seeing Mordred's brain completely dominated by anger, Artoria couldn't help it. She frowned and shouted sternly.

It was this shout that made Mordred's whole body freeze, and his expression was replaced by astonishment.

This familiar feeling...

Her body's instinct made her want to kneel on one knee, lower her head, and offer her loyalty to the king in front of her.

But...how is this possible?

Just a fake...

"Sir Mordred, how much more shame do you want to bring to the Knights of the Round Table?"

It was that familiar call again, which made her lower her head in fear, not daring to look directly into those beautiful emerald eyes.

Artoria walked slowly towards him, and the sound of her silver boots stepping lightly on the floor gently struck Mordred's heart.

"Even if you are only the last Knight, you are still a Knight of the Round Table. Your words and actions represent the words and actions of all the Knights of the Round Table."

Standing in front of Mordred, Artoria gave him a stern reprimand.

As always.

Mordred widened her eyes, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of her, who was slightly taller than her, and shouted in disbelief.

"Father...King?"

Looking at Mordred's expression of doubt about reality, Artoria was a little confused for a moment.

“Yes… and no?”

Originally, even if he knew that the other party was King Arthur, Mordred should have raised his sword and struck out immediately.

After all, she is a rebellious knight, and being an enemy of King Arthur is what she does best.

However, the Artoria in front of her was very different from the impression she had of her father.

Mordred was so lost in his doubts about reality that he forgot about his enmity with King Arthur.

Chapter 193 Only I can kill my father! (18/31)

This naughty kid...could he be stupid?

Looking at Mordred in front of her, whose worldview had obviously collapsed and was being reshaped, Artoria frowned and fell into silence.

"Uh...are you really King Arthur?"

Artoria, who suddenly heard the sound, looked in the direction of the sound, and then saw the somewhat embarrassed lion Jie Jieli walking towards her cautiously.