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

Wales, in the forest.

CC, who had been immersed in her own world and paid no attention to the changes in the outside world, suddenly felt a little cold.

Moreover, it was the kind of cold that felt like it was sticking to ice, a bone-chilling cold.

"What's going on again?"

The witch's thoughts were brought back to reality by the sudden cold.

Then, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

"Hello"

"Although I know this is a very magical world"

"But freezing a forest into a snowy area... Isn't this a bit too fantastical?"

Looking at the crystal clear world in front of her, CC complained madly in her heart.

In the next moment, she turned her attention to Mordred.

Without a doubt, only Mordred, a naughty kid, could do such an act of wantonly venting his power regardless of the occasion or the feelings of others.

Behind Mordred, Scathach nodded with satisfaction.

"This is a good thing."

She looked at the artificially created world of ice and snow in front of her, and then at Mordred, who seemed to have been exhausted by the previous attack and was now gasping for breath while recovering his physical strength and magic power, and explained softly:

"If you want to control your power, you must know where your limits are."

"If you don't even know the extent of your own strength, how can you talk about"control"?"

"……"

Looking at Scathach's smiling face, which was clearly full of praise for Mordred,

CC realized at this moment.

Now she has fully realized that even though they are both [Eternals], she and Scathach are two completely different people.

Whether it is values, lifestyles, or anything else - the two of them are actually not the same at all.

She does not need to look for answers from Scathach, and it is impossible to find answers from Scathach.

The only one who can help her answer her doubts is herself.

And now——

"Is the so-called eternal life a curse or a gift?"

CC looked up at the blond boy who was chopping trees with his sword under the bright sunshine.

She didn't know the answer to this question yet.

But, unlike before, this time, she was willing to fight hard to find the answer.

……

Night fell.

Until the very end, Mordred had not successfully completed the task of"swinging the sword a thousand times in a row".

But it was not without success.

Now he could swing the sword three hundred times in a row without cutting down the tree.

And according to Scathach, when he could swing the sword a thousand times on a tree the size of a finger, he would be able to easily defeat Altria and become the true king of Britain.

"how about you?"

"When will I be able to defeat you?"

""Master, I heard that I can marry you after I defeat you, is that true? Do you mind being your mistress?"

Mordred asked boldly, looking at the smiling Scathach in front of him.

He is fearless now.

Anyway, under the premise that"the naughty child does not die from domestic violence", Scathach will never be able to kill him.

And according to the second law of naughty children,"If you can't die, then do it to death", Mordred has designed more than ten plans to tease Scathach in his mind.

However, considering that Scathach seems to have the ability to make himself live a life worse than death, Mordred can only temporarily give up those excellent plans in his mind.

Being able to gain some verbal advantage is already the limit that Mordred can achieve.

And when Scathach heard these questions from Mordred, the smile on her face became even gentler.

"sure"

"As long as you can defeat me, you can ask me to do anything."

Looking into Mordred's eyes, Scathach said firmly.

Such firmness comes from absolute self-confidence.

She believes that she will never be defeated by Mordred. Even if Mordred really did something that was theoretically impossible and defeated her. But at that time, she should have died in

Mordred 's hands, and even her soul should have turned into ashes. At that time, the agreement of"can do anything" is naturally invalid. And Mordred naturally knew about this. However, as the saying goes, there is a date or not, so let's try it first. What if. What if he really found a way to make her willingly admit defeat without killing Scathach? Wouldn't he make a fortune then?

""Then we have a deal."

Mordred said with a smile.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and showed Scathach two red gems.

Then, he put one of the memory gems in Scathach's hand.

This was the memory gem he exchanged from the system store - the price was not cheap.

Each one cost 500 filial piety points.

However, when Mordred saw the scenes recorded in this gem, he felt that the thousand dollars was worth it.

"Master, I heard that I can marry you after I defeat you? Is that true? Do you mind being my mistress?"

"of course it's true"

"As long as you can defeat me, you can ask me to do anything."

The conversation just now has been completely recorded in these two gems.

According to the system's record of these two gems, even if the world is destroyed, these two gems will not change at all, and the content recorded in them will never fade.

"……"

Looking at the red gem in her hand, Scathach felt like she had been fooled.

After all, she had lived long enough to have seen many things.

Logically, in her eyes, there should be no secrets in this world.

However, this little gem exceeded her expectations.

It was obviously an ordinary gem - but it could not be destroyed no matter what.

You know, this is a power that even gods can destroy.

But she was helpless against a small gem?

"Where on earth did he find this strange thing?"

Scathach wondered.

At the same time, she had a rather bad feeling in her heart.

"He can find such strange things... can't he really do that?"