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

Two hours later.

Deep in the forest, in the training ground that Scathach had temporarily opened for Mordred.

Today, Scathach had given Mordred a new job.

""No, you try it now."

Scathach pointed to an oak tree as thick as a bowl and suggested.

From the outside, this oak tree was actually not much different from the trees that Mordred had cut down yesterday.

However, when Mordred looked closely, he found that there seemed to be something strange hanging on the trunk of this oak tree.

"This is... a piece of raw meat?"

Mordred looked at Scathach with a puzzled look, wondering what this purple old woman was trying to say.

"Come, try to imagine that you are not attacking any enemy, but processing food."

"Do you think you can swing the sword a thousand times without cutting the flesh?"

"……"

Seeing Scathach teaching seriously, Mordred always felt that this good teacher who had always been serious and responsible might have misunderstood something.

"Killing is not like cooking, how can they be the same?……"

Mordred muttered in his heart - but his hands were moving fast.

There was no way, the system task came again.

Faced with the filial piety reward of up to 100 points, let alone asking Mordred to chop this piece of meat.

Even if he was asked to chop tofu, he would gladly accept it.

However, an hour and a half later.

When Mordred finally counted enough times and put down Frostmourne in his hand, he looked at the piece of raw meat in front of him with a surprised look. It was almost completely cut off and only connected by a piece of white skin. Only then did he realize that he was wrong.

"Ding, mission accomplished"

"You have received the task reward: Filial Piety x100."

The crisp and pleasant reminder sound once again confirmed that Mordred was wrong.

He should not have doubted Scathach's professional level.

As an excellent teacher recognized by history, even if Scathach really made some mistakes in the teaching process, it would definitely not be seen by an outsider like him.

Next to Mordred, Scathach's face showed a matter-of-fact expression.

"To put it bluntly, whether it is a weapon or a kitchen utensil, they are both tools, and there is no big difference in essence."

"Killing and cooking are the same principle - it's just a different way of saying it because the object is different."

Scathach said lightly.

If such words were spoken by other people, they would definitely be regarded as a twisted and perverted killer - the kind that would not be excessive to be shot on the spot a hundred times.

But if it was spoken by Scathach, this sentence would become a"rule" that could guide Mordred to improve himself and continuously improve his martial arts level."

"Although I don't know how you did it... but since you have a talent for it, just continue on this path."

As a game teacher, Scathach deeply understands the following truth: she is not omnipotent.

It is impossible for her to be comprehensive in the teaching process and provide all-round guidance to her disciples.

It is also impossible for her to provide all-round guidance to her disciples.

After all, she is a teacher - not a nanny.

As the saying goes, a master leads the way, but it is up to the individual to practice.

Especially when facing a gifted disciple like Mordred, the only thing she needs to do is to consolidate his foundation.

Then, point out a broad road for him to reach the limit of human beings.

As for how far Mordred can go on this road.

And after this road is exhausted, can he find another way, open up a new road, and continue to move forward?

That depends on Mordred's own luck.

……

At the same time, on a big tree near the training ground, a black crow was looking at Mordred, who seemed to have become stronger, with a complicated look.

This crow was transformed by Morgan.

She learned the magic of the fairies from Merlin and mastered the magical power of changing her own form.

However, most of the time, Morgan still prefers to become a crow.

This is because in Celtic culture, crows are often associated with [ominous] and [mysterious].

She is willing to transform into an ominous bird and use her black wings to bring misfortune to the Kingdom of Camelot and her stupid sister.

But this time, she didn't have this idea.

She just didn't know how to face Scathach, so she became like this and hid here to observe secretly.

Only true Celts can understand the tension when facing Scathach.

But to be honest, although Morgan admired Scathach very much, she didn't know what Scathach looked like.

Or even in Britain. Few people know what Scathach looks like.

After all, those who can see Scathach are usually dead.

So when Morgan saw Scathach in a purple tights, she still had some doubts about Scathach's identity.

But a moment later, when Scathach showed her superb teaching skills in front of her, Mordred's strength rose to a higher level in a short period of time.——

"As expected of the legendary teacher of heroes!"

At this moment, Morgan was both happy and disappointed.

She didn't know when Mordred hooked up with Scathach - but since Mordred had been accepted as a disciple by Scathach, it meant that he was qualified to be a hero.

This also meant that Morgan was one step closer to her ideal of [killing Altria and destroying Camelot].

However, on the other hand——

""A son grows up and is no longer under the control of his mother!"

Looking at Mordred who was receiving instruction from Scathach and chatting and laughing with CC. She had already fallen into the status of a witch. I thought she had no other desires except the rage of revenge.���Morgan, who had other emotions, suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of loss.

It was as if something important had been stolen.

Her Mordred was no longer"her" Mordred.

He was"their" Mordred!