Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

Artoria is an ideal king.

However, it is worth noting that the ideal here is definitely not the ideal of the"subjects".

It is Artoria's own ideal.

Artoria, who has been educated by Merlin since childhood, has developed a set of [inhuman] values.

Merlin named this value [the kingly way].

And Artoria naturally believes that the path she insists on must be the kingly way!

She is the right king.

Everything she does is for the right result.

And on the way to this correct result, even if there are sacrifices, there is nothing she can do.

Just like what she did during the war.

When her Knights of the Round Table learned that Artoria would abandon some of the soldiers without hesitation in order to win the war. Their first reaction was not shock or dissatisfaction.

But"Isn't this a matter of course?" (Note 1)

Artoria defines this sacrifice as a [correct] sacrifice.

In order to achieve her ideal, she can sacrifice everything, including herself.

She thinks so, and she does so.

"I choose potatoes."

After just a little hesitation, Altria gave this answer.

It's not that she doesn't care about Guinevere.

In fact, as her queen, she should feel guilty and blame herself for Guinevere's experience.

But then again...……

"It is because you are the princess, Guinevere."

Altria raised her head and looked at Guinevere in the attic. A melancholy flashed in her eyes.

Just like her, the [king]

【The title of Princess is not just a title that symbolizes honor.

In contrast, it is more like a curse.

When the country is destroyed and the family is ruined, the ministers can escape, the civilians can escape, and the slaves can escape.

But the king and the princess can't escape anywhere.

They are firmly tied to the fate of the country and are ready to use their lives to safeguard the interests of the country.

This is a very cruel fact. It is also a fact that Guinevere, as a princess, has to accept.

"I need all the information about this crop."

Altria said expressionlessly.

Then, she gently closed her eyes. What was she thinking about?

Mordred guessed curiously.

Perhaps, at this moment, she was thinking, after returning to Camelot, how should she explain to her subjects why the princess did not return with her?

Or, what kind of prosperity will those high-yield potatoes bring to her kingdom?

Or, is she constantly saying sorry to Guinevere in her heart?

There are many possibilities.

But in Mordred's opinion, these thoughts no longer make any sense.

Because from the very beginning, Mordred had no intention of using either potatoes or Guinevere to trade with Altria.

From the beginning to the end, this was just a farce deliberately directed by a naughty child in order to ease family relations.

And now——

"Knight King"

"This farce, let's stop here."

Mordred said loudly.

At the same time, the helmet she was wearing was like a transformable armor, splitting directly in half from the middle.

""Clang!"

The silver helmets fell on Mordred's shoulders, adding a layer of barbs to the already slightly ferocious armor.

At the same time, as the helmet fell off, the golden hair as dazzling as the sun was completely freed from the shackles of steel and directly caught Altria's eyes.

"This is……"

Looking at the familiar golden hair and the more familiar face, Artoria was completely stunned.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Mordred was a very filial child.

He certainly couldn't let his father stand here and be embarrassed all the time.

"I, Mordred Pendragon"

"Greetings to the King"

……

Mordred's voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

When this voice reached Altria's ears, it was even more piercing.

"Pandragon?"

"Is he my child?"

"No, it's impossible, how could he be my child!"

This was Altria's first reaction after hearing the name.

However, in the next moment.

When Altria saw Mordred's face that was almost exactly the same as hers, her heart, which should have been extremely firm, gradually began to waver.

That face can't lie.

If it is said that the Mordred in front of her has nothing to do with her and just happens to look similar... let alone others, even she herself does not believe such stupid words. The iron-clad facts are right in front of her, and Altria has to believe that the Mordred in front of her is really related to her by blood.

But if this is the case, when did she... have such a son?

Altria fell into deep thought.

And at this moment, Mordred sang a very classic song in front of her:

"That night, you didn't reject me"

"That night, I hurt you"

"That night……"

""Shut up!"

Mordred's noisy singing brought back some not-so-good memories for Altria.

Her face turned pale, and her right hand holding the Holy Spear was trembling slightly, obviously trying her best to control her emotions.

The expression on Mordred's face quickly became obedient.

""Okay, father!"

He immediately shut up after receiving the order from Artoria, acting like a well-behaved child.

Is there any child in the world who is more well-behaved than him?

Artoria felt that something was wrong.

"its not right"

"You are already this old, and it has only been less than a year?"

She asked doubtfully, still trying to put up a final resistance.

However——

""I am a man-made man created by my mother, father."

Mordred replied with a smile.

It was a sincere smile without any falsehood.

At this moment, he was sincerely happy for himself.

No matter how the process was.

Now, he can finally talk to Altria face to face.

PS: (Note 1) This is not my intentional blackening of my king, but it is true.

It comes from the sixth singularity in the first chapter of FGO, the Sacred Round Table Realm. If you are interested, you can take a look at Mordred's evaluation of Altria.

Here, I solemnly declare that I am a king fan (sure).