Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 144 - : I Will Wield the Sword of Rebellion

Britain had become the peaceful nation she had dreamed of when she first drew the sword. Now, only the final steps remained.

Just stabilize the country.

Once Britain's environment is improved, her beloved's health will surely recover.

"Report! Sir Mordred requests an audience!"

"Sir Mordred? Grant it."

Artoria was slightly puzzled by the soldier's report.

She didn't recall Mordred being in charge of the port.

[Years ago, this new knight chosen by Moran had shone brightly within the Round Table.]

[Politics, achievements, magecraft, strategy—]

[There was almost nothing she wasn't proficient in.]

[Artoria was also surprised.]

[However, there was one puzzling aspect.]

[This new knight had never removed her helmet. The Round Table knights had never seen her true face.]

[Of course, this wasn't a big deal.]

"Since you are a knight brought by Moran, I will trust you as he does. I will regard you as a knight's pride, just as Moran does."

[These were her words when she first met Mordred.]

[At the time, while the Round Table knights were still puzzled by Mordred's identity, she had vouched for her.]

[Now, it seems the trust was well-placed.]

[Mordred's execution was unquestionable. Her only flaw was her lack of initiative.]

[She always followed Moran's lead.]

[Rather than becoming a ruler, she was more suited to being a knight.]

This was Artoria's view.

She believed Moran had chosen Mordred for no other reason than to select a disciple.

[Artoria met Mordred in the outskirts.]

[Accompanying her was only Bedivere]

[When meeting Mordred, although Artoria did not suspect anything, her secretary Bedivere had an ominous premonition]

[He felt a warning towards Mordred]

"Your Majesty, something seems off..."

Bedivere reached out to stop Artoria.

The two of them were ten meters away from Mordred.

The reason was simple.

Mordred was now holding a sword, facing Artoria as if confronting an enemy army.

"King Arthur, answer me—what does the guardian dragon of Britain mean to you!?"

"Sir Mordred... why...?"

Artoria's beautiful eyes narrowed.

She didn't know how Mordred knew about this.

Although Mordred and Moran were close, she didn't think Moran would tell him such a thing.

Could it be that Moran and he...

Were not in the master-disciple relationship she thought they were?!

"Mordred! You've gone too far!"

Bedivere stepped forward to reprimand.

As the King's secretary, he couldn't stand by and watch the King be disrespected, especially not by Mordred pointing a sword at her.

To raise a sword against the King to whom he had sworn allegiance.

This was an act of great disrespect.

"Knight King! Answer me! Do you think Britain is more important than him!?"

"Step back, Mordred! Do you know what it means to disrespect the King like this!? Have you forgotten the code of chivalry!?"

"Get out of my way! I'm here for King Arthur, not some pretty boy who plays the role of a model student all day!"

Mordred had been burning with anger all along.

Now, seeing Bedivere standing in her way, she could no longer control the fury in her heart.

She raised her hand and unleashed crimson lightning.

The dragon factor within her rapidly generated magical energy, and dozens of thunderbolts like serpents rushed towards Bedivere.

"Ugh!"

Bedivere was just an ordinary man.

He didn't possess the mystique of the other Knights of the Round Table, being almost the most ordinary mortal among them.

To have him face the furious Mordred.

The result was obvious.

"Sir Bedivere!"

Artoria snapped back to reality.

She swung her holy sword, using the breath of the stars to counter the thunder.

The two energies collided, generating heat.

The scorching wave burned the surrounding grass to ashes, and Bedivere was blown away by the explosion.

He fell unconscious.

Now, there was no one left to stand between the two.

"Annoying people are out of the way. King Arthur, do you still want to avoid my question!? Today, you must give me an answer!"

"Sir Mordred, to me, Moran is more important than Britain. Everything I do now is to save him. Where does your anger come from?"

"Ha! Hahaha! How ridiculous! King Arthur, the perfect King, praised by the world! In my eyes, you can't even see the truth now! You're just a foolish King!"

Mordred's hostility grew stronger.

Her anger overflowed; she had never been this furious since her birth.

If it weren't for this woman.

If Father hadn't fallen in love with her, he wouldn't be suffering like this in Britain.

"Sir Mordred, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"If Father weren't so weak, if he weren't in such pain, I would be happy even if I had to wear this helmet forever, even if I could only be a shadow by his side.

But he, who should never age, is aging! How can I watch him fade away!? How can I continue to see him suffer like this...!?"

Mordred shouted, suppressing her emotions.

It was as if she was pouring out the hatred she had been brewing for so long, along with a tsunami of sorrow.

"Your father...?"

Artoria frowned.

She had never heard that Mordred had a father.

"Arthur, you know his pain! Yet you still built a nation on his suffering! What kind of perfect King is that!?

This doomed, wretched Britain! Damn human order! I will destroy it all, every last bit of it!"

Under the helmet, the rebellious knight's emotions burst forth.

She let out a roar filled with hatred.

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To Artoria, it all seemed like someone who had devoured the light of Britain—Vortigern.

"Sir Mordred, I cannot understand your madness, nor do I know who this father of yours is. If you wish to destroy everything I have been striving for, then I can only regard you as an enemy!"

Artoria stared at Mordred with a stern expression.

She gripped her holy sword and took a stance.