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

It was noon.

The sun was shining brightly.

As the air became increasingly hot, Mordred brought Altria back to the castle.

"Clang——"

Mordred then threw the Frostmourne in his hand directly into the ceiling of the castle.

There was a small hole specially opened for it, and more than a dozen buckles were arranged in the hole to ensure that the sword inserted upside down would not fall down.

"Buzz……"

The Sword God of the Demon Sword trembled slightly, and a gust of cold air blew down from the sky, bringing a hint of coolness to the castle which was originally a bit stuffy.

"You really enjoy it."

Altria rolled her eyes at Mordred and said with some dissatisfaction.

In her eyes, these were all bad habits - the kind that must be corrected in the future.

But Mordred didn't seem to care.

"This is just making the best use of things."

In Mordred's eyes, the so-called king is actually not much different from the capitalists of later generations.

In essence, they all want to squeeze the use value of their subordinates so that fiscal revenue is greater than fiscal expenditure to maintain the stable operation of the kingdom.

In comparison, Mordred thinks he is still kind.

At least, he did not turn this Frostmourne into a sword girl, allowing her to enjoy the"blessings" 24 hours a day."

"Father, drink first, and I will be here soon."

As the most filial son of Altria, Mordred certainly knew what Altria wanted most.

A large jar of fine wine, a large pot of stewed meat, and a basket full of potato cakes made from a mixture of potatoes and barley flour.

The dish was simple, but the advantage was that it was large in quantity.

""Ahem."

Looking at the table full of food, Artoria's old face turned red for a rare moment.

It seemed that she also understood the principle of"one should be grateful to the one who eats from the one who eats, and one should be grateful to the one who takes from the one who eats from the one who eats."

However, just as Artoria was considering whether she should put aside her dignity as a king and feast on the food here,——

"Bang!"

""Bang!"

The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind Altria.

"What?"

Altria turned back subconsciously, putting on a defensive posture.

However, when she saw the two Knights of the Round Table lying on the ground, she realized that this was not Mordred's intention to harm her while she was eating.

"Lord Gao Wen, Lord Gareth?"

""How did you two become like this?"

Altria asked in confusion.

However, what really puzzled her was not the"embarrassment" of Gawain and Gareth.

It was the very different ways in which these two people were"embarrassed".

She clearly remembered that Gawain and Gareth should have fallen into the plant trap at the same time.

So, logically speaking, they should both be in the same state of distress.

But now... look at Gawain.

Bruise all over, two big dark circles under his eyes, a big bump on his head, no longer handsome and unrestrained as the"Knight of the Sun". Was he beaten up?

But why was he still smiling?

Was he beaten silly?

Look at Gareth again.

She was not as embarrassed as Lord Gawain - except that her clothes were a little messy, there was no sign of injury at all.

Her embarrassment was reflected in her spirit.

Now, she seemed to have suffered a severe mental blow. She was in a very depressed state and no longer had the vitality of the [Wild Wolf Girl].

What kind of blow had she suffered?

Altria, who did not understand at all, cast a puzzled look at Mordred.

In response, Mordred just shrugged helplessly.

He knew why Gawain was beaten like this.

To be honest, he was... countless times more miserable than Gawain now.

That purple old woman was really gentle when she was gentle, and she really didn't hold back when she beat people!

As for Gareth... he really didn't know anything at all.

God knows what kind of heartfelt words the two mother and daughter said when they met.

But, no matter what——

"They are both the queen's children after all."

"After all, when I become the King of Britain, they will be considered as royal relatives."

"If you don't like him in the future, you can drag him out and kill him to establish your authority, and then cry bitterly and posthumously confer him the title of prince or duke."

Mordred waved his hand slowly, indicating C.C.Two stools were added for the two people.

Of course, they were just two stools.

In Mordred's place, they were not qualified to eat at the table. Each of them held a large bowl and sat in the corner to eat, which was already a very good treatment.

Moreover, the food in their hands was definitely not as rich as the one in front of Altria.

But it was still enough to fill their stomachs!

Mordred's words"solve the food problem within a year" were definitely not just a casual remark.

"What is this?"

Gawain, with a bruised face and nose, asked in confusion, looking at the golden food in the bowl in his hand.

Smelling the tempting aroma, at this moment, his whole body and mind have been attracted by this bowl of rice - even the excitement of being beaten by Scathach has been reduced a lot.

"Mashed potatoes."

Looking at Gao Wen's inexperienced look, C.C.She said expressionlessly.

She would never have thought that such an inconspicuous name would have such a great impact on Gawain in the future.

And how much damage it would cause to Altria's stomach!

……

Don't talk when eating, don't talk when sleeping.

Half an hour.

After eating and drinking, Altria took out a linen handkerchief and wiped her mouth very elegantly.

But Mordred kept staring at her belly.

She ate so much, but her belly was still so flat. Mordred couldn't help but suspect that Altria's stomach should be connected to another dimension.

On the other hand.

Facing Gawain and Gareth who were also full and drunk, Mordred hoped that Altria could communicate with them effectively to ensure that they would not talk nonsense after returning.

"Otherwise... for the future of this kingdom, I can only sacrifice my relatives for the sake of justice and do something that will make my relatives sad and my enemies happy."

Wiping his mouth, Mordred said slowly.

At this moment, he looked like a real emperor.

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