Chapter 530
"That's right! I'm a betrayer anyway, and I don't want to be seen by other Knights, but even so, don't let me betray me again!" Mordred's tone was very firm.
"Even if this king really doesn't have [people]," Cyd smoothed Mordred's upturned hair.
Mordred opened his mouth and lowered his head.
"You are the Knight of Treachery, because the king has no heart, so you raise the flag of rebellion, don't you?"
"cough, yes, I am because of King Arthur Don't want to look at me!!!"
What did I say just now?
Mordred's eyes welled up with tears and a flush appeared on his face.
It seems that the truth is spoken accidentally.
No! That's not true!
"I understand, I know you're the Knight of Treachery for the people," Cyd patted Mordred's head quickly.
"That's right! I just want the king to care! waaaahhhhh!"
Mordred, who had been pressed by Cyd, burst out with a terrifying force, forcibly overturning Cyd, Then he covered his face and rushed out.
It's always fun!
Cyd fiercely twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly picked up the sword on the ground and chased after him, but in order to prevent this brat who accidentally said all the truth from self-destructing on the spot, Cyd still kept with Mordred. A friendly distance.
So Mordred ran all the way into the mountain until the sun came up and then stopped, gasping for breath, leaning against the rock wall.
"Cough," Cyd coughed a little awkwardly while holding the big sword.
"I didn't say anything right!" Mordred growled, blushing like a wounded wild beast moved towards Cyd.
"Well, didn't say anything," Cyd looked at Mordred with a [cub, I understand] expression.
"You! Forget it!" Mordred scratched his hair vigorously, then yelled with no desire to improve, "You're right! I'm the Knight of Treachery, now like a good dog It's not good to be yelled at like a dog."
"It's more like a cat, cow, you're right!" Cyd put his arms around his chest, "As a Knight of Treachery, you are destined to be. Will deny the king who has no heart."
"I don't understand the mess of doom and fate in your mouth," Mordred grinned, "The king like that is more disgusting than the old one, but first Affirmation, I accept the blessing of the king, as long as I swing the blade at her, I will burn out, and even if I don't do this, I will be burned out with [Out of Control]."
"Knight Even if the Treachery burns out, you must deny the wrong king," Cyd said earnestly, putting his hands in his pockets, "Only his subordinates can make the king admit his mistakes, and among all the Knights of the Round Table, only those who are destined to burn out are the only ones who can make the king admit his mistakes. You can hurt almost become a king of gods."
Perhaps this is Artoria's last word to Mordred.
Only the out-of-control Knight of Treachery will be able to defeat the renounced Lion King.
Mordred was stunned for a while, then began to circle around in confusion, and sighed after a while.
"Hey! I'm not going to perish with King Arthur, I'll kick her off the throne and sit on it," Mordred walked up to Cyd and grabbed him by the collar." King Arthur lost because he didn't have a reliable Magician assistant."
Somewhere, a white-hair man sneezed violently, and the flying petals fell like rain.
"I will lose because I don't have a reliable Magician assistant," Mordred pulled Cyd down as if he swore an oath, "As my Magician, assist me! Then I will fulfill your wishes. !"
"Deny that false ideal." Cyd smiled and raised his hand to put his hand on Mordred's head.
Chapter 8 fills the ground with the Knight of Treachery
Ritsuka Fujimaru stretched, although it was in Singularity, the quality of sleep last night was still very good, Don't worry about wild beast, you don't need to take turns vigil, you don't even need to guard against the enemy's Servant sneak attack them.
The most troublesome Ozymandias left contented after listening to their stories and enlightenment, but Nitocris secretly came to see them in the middle of the night, although he said to see if they were going to places they should not go or stealing. To take the treasure of Pharaoh, but looking at her forcing expression, she probably just came to see if they were sleeping well.
What a lovely child
“clang clang clang——Da Vinci’s super invincible sports car”
Da Vinci drove out very naturally It's a sports car that shouldn't even exist in this day and age, even though the odd Egyptian-style trim looks eerie.
"With the permission of the pharaoh's [you can use the materials here as you like], Da Vinci-chan is full of energy," Da Vinci gave a thumbs up, "there are ten special functions alone. Several kinds, and the storage of food and water is completely sufficient."
"That, a driver's license?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked weakly.
"There is no traffic police in this era, or even the concept of a driver's license," Da Vinci spread his hands irresponsibly.
"That's right! Da Vinci-chan, I want to drive a sports car too!" Ritsuka Fujimaru slammed on the door.
Mash sighed, but it's rare to see Ritsuka Fujimaru showing such a happy expression, so let's indulge a little.
"Anyway, press the accelerator all the way!"
Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands, shouted with blood on his face.
"Where's the G? senior seat belt! No seat belt!" Mash panicked and started looking for the most important seat belt for safe driving, but there was no seat belt.
"Oh I was so excited that Da Vinci-chan forgot," Da Vinci put his fist on his head and stuck out his tongue, "G hey"
It's not a lie, she really forgot.
"Duck!"
Ritsuka Fujimaru stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.
"Boom-"
"Woo!!!!"
"It's really noisy," Ozymandias sitting on the throne raised his eyes , and then slowly closed his eyes.
At this time, Mordred was receiving Cyd's information about [what is a king], but looking at her eyes, she probably didn't hear anything.
"I said, do you really want to be king?" Cyd helplessly looked down at Mordred, who was rolling on the ground and playing a rogue.
"Of course!" Mordred sat up.
"I think it's a bit daunting," Cyd reached out and brushed the dust off Mordred's head. "You have to consider not only overthrowing the current king, but also how to make the people believe in you."
>“emmm—” Mordred touched the chin and fell silent.
"The most important thing is that you don't have enough troops," Cyd squatted in front of Mordred, "In the past, you used to gather people while King Arthur was out, but now Artoria hasn't left Holy Capital at all. It means that it is difficult for you to divide your troops from within, and all you recruited at that time had opinions on Artoria, but to be honest, now everyone in Holy Capital is praising Artoria from the bottom of their hearts.”
"Hey! Isn't this your part!" Mordred bumped his head against Cyd's forehead in dissatisfaction.
"Bang——"
"Um——"
Mordred curled up on the ground, clutching his red forehead.