I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"Although her figure hasn't changed much, her aura is much different from what I remembered."

Of course it will be much different, because the one in front of you is not Blue Dai but Black Dai.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"No! I like anyone as long as it's my father."

"..."

Looking at Mordred who was smiling happily, Artoria wondered in her heart.

When did this kid become so good at talking?

"To put it simply... during a Holy Grail War that Altria participated in, an accident occurred, and the originally colorless Holy Grail became contaminated. I am the form of the Knight King who was originally noble and virtuous, corrupted by the curse of the Holy Grail. I represent the cold and ruthless side of the Knight King."

"If it were me now, I would use any means, no matter how cruel, without hesitation to achieve my goal."

From beginning to end, there was no obvious fluctuation in Altria's expression, as if she was saying that it was not herself.

"The Holy Grail... can it be contaminated?"

Mordred was very surprised when he heard this.

"I have always been the one answering your questions. Now let me ask you something too."

Altria asked, "You've changed a lot too. What have you been through? I can't see any resentment towards me in your eyes."

The second after Altria asked this question, Mordred's emerald eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

That expression seemed to be saying, "I've waited for a long time and finally you asked me this question!"

"Hehehe! Actually, Father, I also participated in the Holy Grail War... It was a truly grand spectacle! A total of 14... No, 16, wrong, wrong, it was a grand melee of 17 Servants!"

As expected, this Mordred has memories of the Holy Grail War.

This should be an abnormal situation, because Servants do not have memories of other worlds.

Hei Dai remembers it because that Holy Grail War was the reason for the birth of "Alter", just like Black Jeanne d'Arc will remember the Evil Dragon's Hundred Years' War no matter when she is summoned.

Seeing that Mordred was speaking so happily and with such interest, Artoria acted as a cooperative listener, even though she herself had participated in the Holy Grail War.

However, Mordred described herself in that battle as being so powerful that it gave people the feeling that she was "invincible with a face attached". Neither Karna, Siegfried, Vlad III nor Achilles were her match.

Fortunately, Heida always has a nonchalant face, otherwise she would have laughed out loud because she knew the whole process very well.

Isn't Mordred so cute with his hands on his hips, head held high, and bragging about how powerful and invincible he is?

"Finally! My brave and invincible Lord Mordred easily defeated that vicious woman and became the final victor with my Master. I made a wish to the Holy Grail, allowing all summoned Mordreds to have the memory of that Holy Grail War."

After saying that, Mordred drank the Coke in big gulps... When he was halfway through telling the story, Mordred said he was thirsty, so he bought a bottle of Coke and drank it while telling the story.

If she remembered correctly, Artoria remembered that when Mordred stood in front of her as a victor, he was not only seriously injured but also poisoned. The poison was almost damaging his soul core. At that time, just standing there was probably her limit.

But in Mordred's words, it turned out that he killed Semiramis in a few seconds, which was easier than killing a pig.

Although she felt a strong desire to expose the truth, Artoria finally did not do anything cruel that would hurt the child's self-esteem.

"So, the reason you've changed so much is because of me... or rather, the other me who was elevated to a god by the Holy Spear."

"It's like this... Honestly, I was shocked when I heard the news! I didn't know my father could have such a great figure if he continued to grow... Father, you didn't see it, it was so exaggerated, it was like he was holding two watermelons in front of his chest..."

"Shut up, this topic ends here."

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399

Chapter 399: Mordred who has nothing to do.

The sea breeze was gentle, the sun was warm, and the tiny grains of sand on the white beach shimmered in the sunlight. The waves gently lapped against the shore, making a peaceful and rhythmic sound. In this peaceful and tranquil seaside, time seemed to slow down, and everything seemed so leisurely and comfortable.

A young girl was sitting on a flat rock. She had a delicate face and her long platinum hair was combed into a neat ponytail.

The girl held a slender fishing rod in her hand, her chin lazily supported as if in a daze.

There was no one else around, only the girl and the tranquil sea. Occasionally, a seagull would fly over the sea, making crisp cries.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared on the water surface around the hanging fishing line.

With her brows slightly furrowed, Artoria raised her head and looked in one direction.

"Has the God of War, who holds the scepter of victory, begun to reclaim his scattered avatars?"

The golden eyes shone brightly, and Altria seemed to be thinking about something.

"But, Mordred seems to be there?"

"...I see. Are these two getting into a fight? Well, I won't bother them for now."

As if she had lost interest, Altria withdrew her gaze and continued to focus on the fishing line hanging straight down.

……

This is Sardinia, located west of Italy in the central Mediterranean. It is one of the oldest regions in Europe. It has mild winters and dry, hot summers, making it a year-round tourist destination.

There are many archaeological relics preserved on the island, as well as traditional customs, festivals and other cultural characteristics.

"Ah... so boring."

The wailing sound came from the shadows under an ancient building.

Modred, dressed fashionably, sat on the ground, lowering her head and sighing. The strange thing was that people were coming and going on the road beside her, but no one paid any attention to her, as if they didn't see that there was someone here.

"They say it's a tourist attraction, attracting countless tourists... but there's not even an arcade to be found. What a shabby place... You think it's boring here too, right?"

A cat was held in Mordred's hand, and Mordred's words just now were obviously directed at it.

Then the cat started to grin at Mordred.

"Oh huh? You dare to show your teeth to Lord Mordred? Very good! I admire you as a man!"

Mordred smiled and put the cat on the ground, then pinched its two little paws with both hands and lifted it up, making the cat stand on only two feet.

"Meow~!"

"Haha! What do you think? Do you know how powerful I, Lord Mordred, am I? You still dare to fight me? Do you really want to tickle me? Haha! I just like the way you want to kill me but can't."

"Meow meow meow~!"

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, I'm a god now. Do you understand what a god is? I don't really understand it either... Anyway, I'm super powerful... Now that you know, be more respectful to me."

Mordred, feeling extremely bored because he had no games to play, used the cat in front of him to relieve his boredom.

If the kitten could speak human language, it would definitely say: Who understands, my family? I was basking in the sun by the roadside and suddenly a mean girl came out and grabbed me. She kept chirping and saying that she was a god and I should respect her. She was so mean.

"Father, how could she persist in something as boring as fishing? I was sleepy after just thirty seconds... Can't she come to the city with me?"

Mordred complained, puffing up his face like a pufferfish.

"Kitten, you also think that Father is being too harsh, don't you?"

"Meow~!"

"Hmm? You're asking if my father doesn't like me? How is that possible! Even though I killed my father once and destroyed the country she painstakingly built for so many years, I was also stabbed to death by her. So, it's barely even, right? I'm not the same person I was back then. After knowing my father's true feelings, I've become very obedient!"

Mordred couldn't understand what the kitten said, so it was not the kitten who asked "Does father dislike her?", but Mordred herself.

The reason why she pretended to be well-behaved in front of Altria was because of that apology...

Even though he had died and become a heroic spirit, even though Artoria had said with her own mouth that she had never blamed her... Mordred still held on to this sense of guilt.

What’s past is past… Such words are nothing but self-deception. Many things from the past remain in the present, like scars on the skin. Whenever you see them, you will recall the pain you felt at the time.

The person who found it most difficult to forgive the rebellious knight was herself.

"I wonder if there's a world where Mordred didn't become a rebellious knight, but instead carried out his loyalty to the very end."

"Seriously? Clearly, in this world, the stories about King Arthur are all made up, yet Mordred in the story still betrays King Arthur. It's simply a hopeless case of failing to help... And the problem is, my father and I in the story are actually men?! Did the guy who came up with this story get kicked in the head by Aggiven?"

As it turns out, this naughty kid Mordred even scolds himself when he gets anxious.

"Thank you for listening to me, kitten."

After muttering to himself for a while, Mordred stood up and patted his butt.

After escaping from Mordred's "clutches", the kitten ran into the narrow gap and soon disappeared. It ran so decisively, which seemed to show that it was quite familiar with the terrain nearby.

"Ah... Seriously, I heard my father say this is a world where gods roam everywhere and beasts are worse than dogs. But I've been in this world for so long, why haven't I seen a single god? I've only seen that stinky woman with the silly name of Guinevere and Lancelot, who is a traitor even in this world."

"Father has encountered this several times before... How wonderful! I really want to see what this world's God of Disobedience looks like."

She stretched herself, showing off her slender waist and snow-white skin, then Mordred walked into the crowd.

A strange scene appeared. The people around seemed to be unaware of Mordred, but they would take the initiative to go around him when they were about to bump into him.

She didn't know where to go either. She wanted to go back to Altria... but fishing was not suitable for her at all. If she stayed there, she might be so bored that she would explode on the spot.

Until she passed a tennis court, her steps suddenly stopped.

As if she sensed something, she turned her head and set her gaze on the tennis court.

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400

Chapter 400 The God of War who holds the helm of victory.

"Who is that young man?"

"Isn't that awesome?"

"And he's so handsome... He looks like a prince from somewhere."

"The Prince of Tennis?"

Such discussions and exclamations arose one after another.

Some people gathered around the tennis court, all their eyes focused on a young man on the court.

A young man with rare purple hair, wearing a long robe, and a golden divine pattern in the shape of a crown on his forehead.

The young man constantly exuded a very special charm, attracting the attention of people around him, just like the sun that continuously emitted light and covered all the surrounding stars.

Listening to the praise from people around him, the boy laughed with his head back.

"Hahaha! I am the victor, the strongest, the ever-victorious king, the one who defeats all enemies! Those who are hostile to me will surely meet with defeat. Even outside of combat, victory is still within my grasp."

Although he looks like a teenager, he speaks like an old man, with a certain ancient charm in his tone.

The boy was holding a tennis racket in his hand, and on the other side of the net, a man was sitting on the ground, panting heavily, with his tennis racket thrown aside casually.

It seemed that the boy had played tennis with this man before, and had won with an absolute advantage.

After laughing, the boy began to feel regretful again.

"What a pity... Even in a mortal competition, I still haven't experienced the taste of defeat."

"When will the brave warrior who can bring defeat upon me appear?

He spoke such arrogant words, yet it made people feel that it was as it should be.

It seems as if this young man has nothing to do with the word "failure".

At this moment, a cold snort full of sarcasm sounded.

"Humph! You only defeated an ordinary person. Look at you! A great god can only gain a sense of superiority from ordinary people? How dare you call yourself the king of victory? Don't make me laugh!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw a girl with golden hair who looked like a lion, walking towards him step by step with her hands in her pockets.

"besides!"

Mordred bared his teeth and pointed at the boy with a very bad attitude.

"There is only one true king who is always victorious! That is my father!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call yourself the King of Victory!"

After the words were spoken, there was a long silence.

The boy stared at Mordred, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The God of Disobedience? What a masterful technique! I didn't even notice it until it was standing right in front of me..."