My Mom Sandy Love Song

Whether it is the name Mordred or her appearance, I have no impression at all.

Morgan was sure his memory was intact.

She knew everyone in Camelot by name.

She and her husband had four children, all of whom became hideous Knights of the Round Table.

But only for this Mordred, she has no impression.

To be more specific, it is——

The Morgan who is standing here from the 5th century to the 21st century has no memory of giving birth to Mordred.

"...You are not my child."

Goddess Morrigan said coldly, "Who are you?"

"Aha?"

Mordred stopped breathing briefly.

She stared at the black swordsman in front of her.

The heavy black armor wrapped the slender body, and the face was covered with a mask so that the features could not be seen clearly.

Even if he couldn't see the face, Mordred could still conclude——

That was undoubtedly his father. Although he had the same smell as his mother after being blackened, he couldn't be wrong.

For a moment, despair, burnout, hatred, countless dark feelings paralyzed her brain.

"Ah... is that so? Is that the case! Do you hate me so much? Are you so unwilling to admit me!"

Mordred's petite body exuded an overwhelming murderous aura, and the Silver King Sword in her hand began to emit jet-black lightning.

"Mordred looks a little strange! Miss Alter, please stop irritating her!"

"Well... but."

Goddess Molly Gan frowned unhappily: This guy is indeed not my child, why are you so angry?

Fujimaru Tachika said: "Mordred, why did you do such a thing!"

"Well, do you know me? Your face says so. Sorry, I don't know you."

Mordred sneered and replied: "Then there's no need to ask! Of course it's because it's the happiest!

Hunting heretics is fun, isn't it?Obviously weak, but still desperately resisting and resisting, it's like squeezing ants to death one after another! "

Matthew frowned slightly, showing a sad expression: "How could this be...Miss Mordred."

Mordred is the first round table companion encountered in this adventure of saving humanity. She also offered help and extended a helping hand to the bewildered Matthew.

But now her appearance is no different from that of an evil spirit, which made the son of the shield feel a sharp pain in his chest.

Ignoring the crowd in Chaldea, Mordred stared fixedly at her father [mother].

"%... come on! King Arthur!

The blessing I have been given is 【Rampage】.I can unleash the Kingkiller Devil Sword as much as I want until my soul is burned out, and you are the perfect opponent!

Since you became a Heroic Spirit, you still hate me so much!Then no matter how many times I will betray you to the end!Arthur? Pendragon! "

The brat, who regarded his mother as his father, rushed towards the goddess Morrigan.

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258 Morgan: Mo Zai, your special attack is the most useless!

"Since you have become a Heroic Spirit, you still hate me so much! Then I will betray you no matter how many times! Arthur? Pendragon!"

In the next instant, Mordred jumped up like a lion roaring.

The leap shook the ground, and her speed, which spewed out the magic power in one go, was already unknowingly how many times the speed of sound.

With the release of magic power under the blessing of [Rampage], Mordred rushed towards Morrigan like a silver cannonball without being able to see the afterimage clearly.

"--Humph."

Goddess Morrigan narrowed her pupils, raised her arms, and the black holy sword that appeared between her slender fingers completed a perfect parry.

The release of Mordred's magic power caused a supersonic explosion, even blowing away the surrounding solemn knights, but Morgan, who was at the landing point, remained motionless, and her feet did not even move a step when she received the sword.

After capturing Arturia Alter's spirit base, Morgan possesses the strength and magic power that are not inferior to Mordred's.

A scorching wind blows across the land.

The collision of the magic swords burst out two evil magic powers of similar nature, and the red and black auroras overlapped each other, weaving an incomparably complicated dazzling brilliance.

The attacking sword was stopped, and Mordred didn't stop but used her sword skills flurry, and launched a fierce attack on Morgan again.

On the other side of the battlefield, Matthew and Arash did not interfere with the battle between Morgan and Mordred.

On the one hand, it was because of the interference of the solemn knights, and on the other hand, no matter who the parents and children were, they sent out the warning "Don't get in our way" with a murderous look.

In one breath, the pitch-black magic sword and the silver magic sword have crossed dozens of times.

The shock wave caused by the violent collision of metal and metal disintegrated and blown away the ground under their feet.

Mordred laughed and slashed straight forward, showing her sharp canine teeth in a happy expression.

"Ha! How dare you look down on me for wielding a sword with one hand? King Arthur!"

I see, this child mistook me for Arturia.

Indeed, the King Arthur's Saint Foundation I am using now.

The goddess Morrigan muttered in her heart as she took over the sword skills of the rebellious knight.

"Tsk...that's really annoying."

"What's the matter? Is your sword skill only at this level! You can't defeat Gao Wen at this level!"

The crimson knight didn't feel tired at all, and kept swinging the heavy sword, while the goddess Morrigan just used skills to remove the magic power attached to her sword.

As Mordred said, Morrigan was not in shape today.

Who is this Mordred in front of her, this question has been circling in her mind.

Sorry, although I don't know if you are King Arthur's son...

But I'm sure, Mordred, you're not my Morgan's son—

Obviously reason is so convinced, but sensibility tells Morgan that "things are not that simple".

Morgan, Artoria, and Mordred, what is our relationship...

"……Well."

While enduring Mordred's berserker-like torrential rain attack, the goddess Morrigan gradually felt a dull pain in her hands holding the hilt of her sword.

Every time the two swords intersected, it seemed as if the arm would be torn off, and it would be impossible to play like this.

Leaving aside the messy sword skills... In terms of the quality and quantity of magic power alone, is it still higher than Gao Wen?

This pig's aggressive fighting style is exactly the same as Artoria's.

Like a boar, like a bear [Arthur].

A trace of serious fighting intent flashed in the eyes of the goddess Morrigan.

With an unchanged expression, she poured magic power into Excalibur and groaned.

"—The Hammer of the Low King [Vortigern]."

Suddenly, a huge flame like the breath of a demon dragon burst out from the inverted holy sword, burning everything around it.

"Ugh!"

The sudden liberation of the Noble Phantasm caught Mordred by surprise, and the true ether released by the Black Holy Sword caused a huge impact and heat and knocked her into the air.

If it was an ordinary warrior, he would be engulfed by the black flames like this, but Mordred is a knight who has experienced many battles and pushed King Arthur to a desperate situation by instinct alone.

She didn't sit still, she jumped back decisively, stabilized her body and landed ten meters away.

"That blessing [Gift] of yours is something else."

After the confronting mother and son separated, the goddess Morrigan said in a cold voice.

"Even if it is a heroic spirit, the result of losing control of the magic power will only lead to self-destruction.

It's nice to say that berserk, but in fact it's just meltdown [Meltdown].

Do you really understand?The guy who bestowed this blessing on you just treats you like an object. "

"what!"

Mordred laughed disdainfully.

"Yeah, that's right! I'm a hound, right? As long as I keep killing prey, and finally die tragically in the wilderness, I'm very satisfied!"

"So you think that kind of person... The Lion King is your father?"

"This kind of thing has nothing to do with you! King Arthur who denies me—!"

Mordred raised the Scarlet Thunder King Sword in his hand, and the helmet covering his cheeks became two halves, and was put behind the armor.

"..."

Looking at the face of the rebellious knight, Morgan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

It wasn't because Mordred had the same appearance as herself and her sister, but that the immaturity of that face was beyond her imagination.

Generally speaking, Servants are summoned in their prime, most appearing in their 20s or 30s.

Mordred, however, looked exactly like himself at the age of 15.

"Lord Mordred took off his helmet!"

Romani, the battlefield commentator, shouted.

"The armor doesn't seem to fit well with the blessing of rampage? That's... a helmet that hides infidelity!"

Morgan Dai frowned slightly: "...the helmet that hides infidelity?"

Isn't that the Noble Phantasm I'm equipped with right now?