Chapter 943：

Just...

However, she still remembers.

Still remember that warm manor, the warmth of mother's palm.

For a while, Mordred didn't know what expression to show.

Shi Lang hugged her gently, and said gently, "Dad, I'm back."

Mordred: "..."

Mordred's body stiffened.

Stiff as ice.

She didn't know what the turbulent emotions in her heart were...

This is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words.

She has no redundant reply, no redundant actions, and no old-fashioned links of moving snoring...

Indeed, at the time of her death, she was indeed only thirteen years old.

However, she is not a thirteen-year-old child.

It is the king who bears the death of hundreds of thousands of people.

Since it's the king...

How can it be,

Are you crying?

A mature king...All the tears have already flowed clean in the suffering.

All that is left is the arrogance and the strong will of steel.

So...

"Let go of me... you hurt me, Assassin of the Black!" ‘

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Chapter 72 This can shock Saber for a whole year

Shirou and Mordred formed an alliance, and several people came to a cafe to exchange information.

Alliance with Shilang, this made the lion robbery world have a kind of inexplicable feeling.

In the beginning, they teamed up with the red team to target Shiro, but now they are allied with Shiro.

And this may also be due to Shirou's relationship with his Servant.

From the very beginning of this Holy Grail battle, the Lion Jiejieli handed over the leadership to Mordred. I thought that this time the matter of joining Shirou would also be handed over to Mordred. I never thought that this time Mordred went on strike and walked directly out of the cafe, leaving only him and Shirou.

The lion robbery sighed. As the Master, communicating with Servant who is not his own, especially such a very powerful Servant, is very stressful.

After all, the opponent can easily hold his life.

The waiter brought two cups of coffee and placed them in front of Shilang and Lion Jiejieli.

Shi Lang took a cup of coffee, took a sip, and then looked at the lion Jiejieli with a gentle smile, and said: "First of all, I thank you very much for summoning Mordred, the necromancer."

"Um... it's nothing." Lion Jiejieli shook his head, then looked at Shi Lang and asked, "You are King Arthur, right?"

"Not bad." Shi Lang nodded and said, "I am King Arthur, and Mordred is indeed my daughter."

"To be honest... King Arthur will admit Mordred, which makes me a little surprised." Lion Jiejieli said.

Hearing this, Shi Lang turned his head slightly, looked through the window and saw Mordred kicking the stone bored outside, sighed, and said: "I am different from the King Arthur you know. In fact, I am too. Only recently did I know that I have a daughter."

The tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

Shaking his head, Shi Lang said: "Let's not talk about this. My goal is not the Holy Grail. If it is the last Holy Grail battle, it will be us. It doesn't matter if the Holy Grail is given to you."

Lion Jiejieli looked at Shirou with a surprised face, and asked, "Don't you, who conformed to the call of the Holy Grail, have no long-cherished wish for the Holy Grail to be fulfilled, King Arthur?"

"No. In fact, I am not interested in the Holy Grail. The reason why I was summoned by this Holy Grail War is entirely due to fate, not my own desire." Shirou said calmly, "So if you want it, I am completely I can give it to you."

Lion Jiejieli frowned.

He felt a little untrue, but all the heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail naturally had long-cherished wishes that needed the Holy Grail to fulfill.

And this King Arthur, who is hailed by everyone as the King of Eternity...no?

Or to say...

Has he fulfilled his long-cherished wish?

The Lion Tribulation Realm thought for a while, and asked: "Then what about you? What purpose do you want to achieve?"

Shirou smiled and said, "My Master and I have other purposes in this Holy Grail battle."

"Other purposes?" Lion Jiejieli raised his eyebrows.

"Not bad." Shilang nodded, holding hands with both hands, and said: "My purpose is to remove the connection points."

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Mordred lingered at the door, kicking the pebbles on the side of the road boringly.

Things are different from what she imagined.

In other words, her father gave her a different impression.

Although the memory is very long, she remembers it very clearly.

About the impression of the father.

Although there was only a hurried supervision, she remembered clearly how majestic her father was at that time.

From the moment he knew his identity, Mordred knew that he would not be recognized by his father.