Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess! Chapter 131: The Terrible Sum Result

[The Golden Fleece maintains the mystery of Britain]

[This year is no longer a year of bad harvests for Britain, and the land has also shown the characteristics of the divine soil]

[The people of Britain have a bountiful harvest this year]

[People are overjoyed at such a precious and hard-earned year, and everyone is happy to have food for the winter]

[Everything seems to be moving towards a bright future, and people believe that such a miracle is undoubtedly the rit of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table]

[And the grain produced from this year's harvest will also allow Artoria to have the surplus to prepare for war, so that she can show her prowess on the battlefield against foreign tribes in the future]

[It can be said that this year is a year of continuous good news]

[But things are a bit subtle for you]

"Ah... Mordred...?"

Moran holds his forehead with one hand, showing a headache expression.

In front of him is a young girl wearing a cloak, with a face full of excitent and anticipation.

[Not long after the Golden Fleece tour]

[You et Mordred during an outing, and she explains her relationship with you]

[Thinking about the connection with Morgan]

[Although you don't know what she is thinking]

[But recalling your past with Morgan, you feel that the truth she told should be true]

[Albion is not sothing that can be replicated]

[Although Mordred's dragon bloodline is not strong, she does have the unique aura of Albion]

[At this point, there is no room for doubt]

"Father... is there sothing wrong with ?"

"Hmm... it's not your problem, I didn't expect Morgan to be so direct, her attitude towards has indeed beco more harsh recently..."

[Seeing Mordred's uneasy expression]

[You speak comforting words]

[Since the battle with Vortigern ended, although you and Morgan still maintain your previous close relationship, you can clearly feel that Morgan's dissatisfaction is increasing]

[The reason behind it is not hard to guess]

"Mordred, it's not your fault, in fact, it's my problem, Morgan is not wrong to be angry with . But, she actually called a bastard... I can't really refute her..."

Moran says with a sowhat deflated tone.

Recalling his relationship with Morgan, this glorious life of his indeed only has this regret.

However, he is still trying to make up for it.

Even though the hope is very slim.

"Mordred, besides telling you about your origins, did Morgan say anything else?"

"Mother said that I should act according to my own thoughts, so I ca to find you first, Father. She said that after hearing my words, you would give a reply."

Moran's expression imdiately becos complicated.

It completely matches the carefree personality of that secluded witch, just throwing the burden into his hands.

Looking at Mordred's uneasy appearance.

He sighs helplessly in his heart.

[Since ancient tis, love debts are the hardest to repay]

[You originally thought that with you by Artoria's side, the rebellious knight Mordred would not be born]

[But in the end, she was still born]

[However, she does not have Artoria's bloodline, but inherits your and Morgan's blood]

[Just seeing such a Mordred]

[You can't help but think of the daily life you spent with Morgan, which must have been filled with love]

[Looking back at Mordred]

[Now it feels like you are a heartless man who abandoned his family]

[No, from Morgan's perspective]

[Although she can understand the reason for your hibernation, she still feels tornted emotionally]

[This kind of heartlessness cannot be denied]

[It is estimated that, precisely because she anticipated your current state]

[She told Mordred to feel free to co to you, as she had grasped the guilt in your heart]

"Your mother... truly is a fearso witch."

"Father... do you not like Mother?"

"No, it's precisely because I like her that I say this. Who told I have no way to deal with her?"

Moran gently caressed Mordred's cheek.

He could see Morgan's shadow in her.

Mordred was not used to such close contact with others. She instinctively wanted to dodge, but then she froze in place.

Her erald eyes showed shyness.

But there was no rejection in them.

[This child had always been curious about her father]

[Now, feeling the warmth and gentleness from his palm, and his towering presence]

[The image of a father in her heart]

[Was perfectly matched]

"You really resemble her... Your face is so much like Morgan's, and your golden hair is inherited from her. But you're too reserved around . People praise as the Pure Knight, but in reality, my personality is quite casual..."

"Father..."

"Hmm... It's better if you don't call that... Mordred, just call by my na... I feel like if you keep calling that, sothing very troubleso might happen..."

Moran already had an image in his mind.

If Artoria heard this title, she would probably take off her crown as the Perfect King.

Then, she would angrily rush to him.

She would definitely dig deep into the matter of Mordred and Morgan.

Once she learned about Morgan,

The next step would likely be confronting Morgan directly.

Morgan, who already harbored resentnt toward Artoria, combined with Artoria's jealousy.

A simple formula calculation.

The result would be the destruction of Britain.

Great Britain would collapse due to emotional issues, just as it was destined to in the original tiline.

This was no laughing matter.

"I can't... call you Father?"

Mordred's eyes showed disappointnt.

She looked like a dejected puppy that had done sothing wrong, making it hard not to feel sympathy.

"No, don't overthink it. It's just that if you call that, it might trigger sothing very bad. If it's just the two of us, you can call that if you want."

"Yes! Father!"

[Mordred's gloom instantly vanished]

[Her cute and innocent expression made Moran smile helplessly]

[He patted Mordred's shoulder and walked with her]

[Not only did he see Morgan's shadow in her]

[He also felt that she bore a striking resemblance to a young Artoria]

[After all, Morgan and Artoria were sisters by blood].