I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Altria is currently chatting with Lion Jiejieli about something, and it is about Mordred.

"What's the matter with her?"

"I don't know... since she saw you shoot down that thing in the sky with one shot, she has been like that."

As they said that, the two secretly glanced at Mordred's extremely complicated and tangled expression.

"So... it's related to me?" Altria asked uncertainly, pointing an index finger at herself.

"Otherwise? Can you have a little understanding of your position in her mind? Who else can make Saber show that expression besides you?"

After saying that, Lion Jiejieli also added in his heart, "You are a king who doesn't understand people's hearts."

The reason why he didn't say it directly... is because he didn't want to have a father-son mixed doubles.

Chapter 228 Mordred: So this is the thing that stabbed me to death?

Mordred folded his hands in front of his chest, thinking about something.

Because he was thinking too seriously, he didn't notice Altria standing in front of her.

As a result, Mordred felt his head suddenly hit something very soft... and then bounced back.

"...Father?"

"..."

A few red clouds appeared on her cheeks, and Altria's voice, as clear as a summer lake, came into Mordred's ears.

"What's wrong? Thinking about something, so seriously, I can't even look at the road."

"Hmm..."

Mordred touched his face, his expression a little weird.

"Let me guess... Are you still not familiar with my appearance?"

"No, it's just... Well, it's a little bit."

The person in front of him is not his father... or, in other words, not the father in his memory.

Altria said this from the beginning, and Mordred knew it.

But... in the process of getting along, Altria showed more and more familiar things to Mordred.

So, gradually, Altria's figure overlapped with the figure that Mordred admired most in his memory.

During their time together, Mordred gradually ignored Altria's differences, and truly regarded her as his father, and then... gradually indulged in her gentleness.

Going shopping with the respected father, occasionally making some insignificant jokes with the father he admired, competing with the beloved father in eating, and even... receiving gifts from the father.

These beautiful memories cannot be dreams, Mordred is extremely sure of this... because even in dreams, she cannot be so happy.

Moreover, dreams are the territory of the white-haired nightmare... That guy would not be idle to do such a thing.

Then, until just now... Altria drew out the Holy Spear.

Altria, who possessed that strength, was indeed not the father she knew.

If King Arthur had this great power that could shake the world, how could she dare to start a rebellion?

Rebels? How many divisions can there be? Can they be hit by a Holy Spear?

She hit with her head?

Moreover, Mordred gathered the rebels when Artoria was out fighting. If Artoria had such power at that time, she would have won the battle before the rebels were formed.

Of course, she was not dissatisfied with such a father.

Not only was he powerful, but he was also very gentle to her... It was simply too perfect!

Mordred even felt a little sorry in his heart, if his father had become like this earlier, it would have been great.

"But, but... I don't care about this the most."

Mordred scratched his hair, his eyes looked around, and then he glanced at Artoria with his eyes slanted.

"I was just thinking... 'Ah, was it that kind of thing that stabbed me to death? There should be a limit to joking. Suddenly I feel that my death is not unjust'... something like that."

Mordred said this, scratching his slightly messy blond hair, and blushing and constantly looking at the expression on Artoria's face.

Altria blinked and was stunned for a long time, then her mouth corners slightly raised, her eyes smiled like crescent moons, the back of her hand blocked her mouth, and her shoulders trembled slightly while she laughed as sweet as a silver bell.

"Hahaha!"

"What...what are you doing! What's so funny!"

Mordred felt his cheeks getting hot, and said with a little resentment: "My thoughts are also normal, right? Isn't your most powerful weapon, the holy sword? How come I have never heard of that gun? I thought it was at most a weapon of the same level as my Clarent..."

At this time, Joan of Arc came over, and it seemed that she had something to do with Altria, so the two people's pleasant conversation stopped temporarily.

"Um...did I disturb you?" Joan of Arc's face showed a bit of apology.

"No, it's nothing, just some small talk..." Artoria waved her hand and asked, "Is there something going on?"

"It's... not a big deal."

Jeanne seemed to be hesitating, and then said, "I was just thinking... maybe Artoria, you are more suitable to be a Ruler than me."

"Huh? That's all?" Mordred frowned slightly, "Isn't this obvious? You didn't realize it just now, did you?"

"No... it's not like that." Jeanne waved her hands in a panic, "I just... that... because you, Altria, are more suitable to be the Ruler than me, so, I suddenly feel that... you may be more qualified than me to decide the use of these Command Spells, and I should give them to you to use."

"So that's how it is..."

Altria showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

As the Ruler of the Holy Grail War, Jeanne has a total of 28 Command Spells, which is the main reason why all participants in the Holy Grail War are afraid of the Ruler.

It is a one-time absolute constraint on the Servant, and it can also be used as a high-concentration magic crystal. Although the constraint effect will be weakened by the Servant's own [Anti-Magic], and it will be offset by the same number of Command Spells, its effect is still powerful.

However, Altria looked down on it.

"No, you should carry it yourself, I don't need it."

"Huh?"

Altria's answer was somewhat unexpected by Jeanne.

"As I said just now, although I don't have the Command Seals, I have more powerful and effective sanctions and deterrence methods than the Command Seals."

Altria raised her hand and pointed to the castle of the black side, and then pointed to the place where Semiramis's sky garden fell.

"So, I don't need the Command Seals. These things can only be said to be the icing on the cake for me."

"Hmm..."

What Altria said made a lot of sense, and Jeanne had no way to refute it.

"And..."

Altria looked at the scenery in the distance. The early morning sun sprinkled on her long hair that was as bright as golden sand, and cast a layer of hazy light and shadow on her body, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"The decisive battle is coming... Our mission as Ruler ends here, and these Command Seals will probably have no chance to be used."

Altria had a hunch that the winner should be decided tonight.

She suddenly became a little curious.

With her intervention, will the ending of this Holy Grail War...be different?

When the Holy Grail War is over, no matter who wins, she should leave this world and start the next adventure.

And before leaving... it's good to look at this place a little more.

Chapter 229 Don't hold me back

After Jeanne left, only Altria and Mordred were left here.

Mordred stood beside Altria, looking into the distance, and then seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"Father... I want to fight for the Holy Grail."

Altria turned her head and stared at the determined expression on Mordred's face that looked 90% like hers.

"... Have you made a decision?"

After hearing Altria's question, Mordred nodded.

When he was summoned as a Servant, Mordred's wish for the Holy Grail was to go back to before Altria drew the Sword of the Chosen King, draw the sword for her, and then be crowned king.

But in fact, Mordred was not interested in the throne at all. What she wanted and desired most was just the recognition of her father.

Therefore, Mordred later abandoned that dream without hesitation and lost the reason to fight for the Holy Grail.

And now... it seems that she has found her wish again.

After a moment of silence, Altria said softly: "I have heard that only the heroic spirits who still have regrets in their lives will respond to the call of the Holy Grail."

When the wish changes, is she still the original "hero"?

It's like asking me how to prove that I am myself. Delving into this philosophical question is just self-consumption.

"Father... aren't you going to ask me what my new wish is?"

Looking at Altria's profile, Mordred's heartbeat accelerated a little... a little nervous.

If Altria really asked... would she say it?

Her wish...

"No, no need."

Altria's voice sounded, like a breeze playing wind chimes.

"I've said before that I'm not interested in your wishes for the Holy Grail."

"So... as long as you think your wish is right, correct, and comes from the heart... then go and make it happen."

Altria turned around, and under her golden hair blown by the breeze, her crystal-clear emerald eyes clearly reflected Mordred's face.

"This time, I will believe in the decision you make."

"My trusted knight, go and fight, not for me, but for yourself and your current master, go and win."

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Smoke was everywhere.

The smoking Lion Jiejieli said... the reason he chose to survive might be for this.

Turning around as if he had a feeling, Lion Jiejieli saw Mordred walking towards him alone.

"Hey, are you done talking?"

Mordred ignored Lion Jiejieli's greeting, but he didn't care much about it and smoked by himself.

"Hey!"

Mordred suddenly spoke.

"I plan to grab the Holy Grail and use it to fulfill my wish... Will you accompany me?"

"... This is really unlike you, Saber."

Take a deep breath, then blow out a puff of smoke, and Lion Jiejie Li said in a deep voice: "When did you start asking such nonsense?"

"I'm so annoying!" Mordred said angrily: "First of all, I must get the Holy Grail. Now I have a wish that I must realize even if I die! So I said it in advance Okay, you guy, don’t hold me back!”

"Oh! This is really high-spirited. No matter what I do, even I am starting to get excited..."

After hearing Mordred's words, the corners of Lion Jie Jieli's mouth also raised slightly.

A few rays of sunlight shot through the shade of the trees and fell straight to the ground.

Two people were leaning against the same big tree, one had his hands in his trouser pockets, and the other was smoking silently.

"Hey, Master."

"What is it? Saber."

Mordred took out his right hand from his trouser pocket and grabbed his hair hard.

"That is, um...what is your wish?"