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

A week later.

In the jungle where Mordred lived in the Kingdom of Wales.

Mordred had been feeling a bit irritated lately.

For a week, a purple old woman would appear beside him in a mysterious way and casually throw him a killed prey. The prey ranged from small rabbits to large wild bears.

Mordred's task was to process the prey and turn it into a delicious meal that would make the purple old woman temporarily put down her killing intent.

"I always feel like I'm using food to buy my life.……"

Mordred thought with some regret.

For a chef, this might be the highest level of praise - but for a true warrior, there might be nothing more insulting than this.

"Damn, if I could beat you……"

To be honest.

In his mind, Mordred has imagined countless times that Scathach was beaten to a pulp by him and could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

"Ah, the rabbit again?"

"Do you really want me to use different cooking techniques to make dishes that taste completely different from before?"

""Hey, you're asking too much!"

Looking at Scathach, who was leaning against the stone with a leisurely look, and then looking at the two rabbits in front of him that were already dying and about to face the fate of being slaughtered,

Mordred suddenly felt a sense of sympathy with them.

As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice.

With limited seasonings, even if he had supernatural powers, it would be impossible to give rabbit meat other flavors!

Scathach found it very interesting.

She liked Mordred's self-abandoned look - she thought it was very cute.

But then again...

"Seasonings? Are you talking about these things?"

After roughly understanding Mordred's needs, Scathach disappeared for a while.

When she reappeared in front of Mordred, she had more bags in her hands.

The bags were filled with various spices - these were the spices brought by the Roman merchants, and the Celts regarded them as rare treasures and offered them to the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

When Mordred carefully identified the types of these spices, he almost knelt down to Scathach.

"pepper, cloves, nutmeg, ginger, fennel seeds, rosemary……"

In Mordred's eyes, these spices that have come across the ocean after going through countless hardships are clearly the most important future of this island! A future that he would not trade for a throne.

Whether Great Britain can get rid of the title of"the birthplace of dark cuisine" depends on the performance of these spices!

"No, we have to find a way to save some seeds."

Spices made from flowers and leaves like cloves and rosemary are naturally impossible to plant again - but if he can do it well, Mordred thinks he may be able to create a pepper plantation in this forest.

"These ginger and fennel seeds may also be useful."

But now, the most important task is to satisfy the appetite of the lovely lady first. Otherwise, she will wait too impatiently and have any bad emotions.

"Please wait."

Inspired by these spices, Mordred, who had regained his spirits, immediately started cooking and set up a stove on the spot.

He planned to cook a pot of delicious rabbit soup for Scathach.

……

Scathach, leaning on the stone, looked at the busy Mordred with a smile.

At this moment, she could admit without hesitation that she had fallen in love with this child.

However, this was not something surprising.

Or rather, in Scathach's opinion, it was strange that she didn't like Mordred.

There was no way, because she was the teacher of brave men in Celtic legend, and she also had a pair of"eyes" that could identify human talents.

She liked all talented humans.

Moreover, when facing those who were truly talented, she would often be happy to see them and take them as disciples.

Mordred would definitely not be an exception in this regard.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, she came to Mordred with the mentality of taking in a disciple.

After all, on this island called Britain, she hadn't seen such an interesting human for a long time.

Of course, it was necessary to beat Mordred half to death before taking him in as a disciple.

But now - when Mordred, with a smile as bright as the sun on his face, brought a bowl of delicious rabbit soup to her, Scathach suddenly realized that she seemed to be unable to bear it.

"Can't wait any longer."

Tasting the broth that seemed to activate all the cells in her body, Scathach knew she couldn't hesitate any longer.

These delicious foods, like addictive poisons, gradually wore away her will.

If she waited any longer... maybe she really couldn't bear to do it.

So, after a moment.

When Scathach finished the soup and reluctantly put down the bowl in her hand.

Mordred was surprised to find that a dark red spear had appeared in Scathach's hand at some point.

Or, if you look at it from another angle, you can also say"Fortunately there is only one spear"

"Considering that I have been eating your food for so long"

"I can give you a hand."

Looking at the panicked Mordred, Scathach said with a smile

……

This was a brutal battle.

In this battle, Scathach, who obviously had absolute strength, even played a cat-and-mouse game with Mordred.

She allowed Mordred to use all his means of attack, and then used a relaxed attitude to resolve these means of attack one by one, so that Mordred understood the cruel fact that"no matter what you do, it is futile."

And at the very end.

When Mordred fell to the ground due to exhaustion instead of being defeated by Scathach,

""Gu... just kill me."

Facing Scathach, who exuded a terrifying aura, Mordred said unyieldingly.

Scathach was naturally reluctant to kill him. They had played enough games, and it was time to talk business.

When Scathach, with a smile on her face, proposed that she wanted to take Mordred as her apprentice, did he agree, agree, or agree?——

"Ding"

"The system detected a new mission target"

"Scathach (Master)"

"Do you agree to join?"

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