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

One day a week later.

After a good sleep, Guinevere woke up slowly in the vibrant sunshine.

She could have slept a little longer.

In this isolated castle, she was not restricted in any way.

Except that she could not walk out of the forest by her own strength, she had all the power she could have, and basically she could do whatever she wanted.

But at the same time, she did not need to fulfill even the slightest obligation.

Just like a canary in a cage, for this castle, her existence itself was already fulfilling an obligation.

But Guinevere herself did not see it that way.

"It's a new day again!"

"You have to work hard today, Wei'er!"

She got up from the bed, walked to the window, and patted her cheeks.

The morning breeze, which still had a hint of coolness, blew on her face, which quickly lifted her originally sluggish spirit.

Then, after a simple tidying up, she walked out of her room and began her daily life.

It was a daily routine that was generally nothing new.

It was nothing more than living the same day countless times.

But Guinevere knew that although these ordinary days looked similar, if you felt it carefully, you would find that every day was actually a new day.

"C.C.Good morning, sister."

In the kitchen, Guinevere saw C.C.

Her cooking skills are actually quite good. Although they are not as good as Mordred's, they are good enough for ordinary people like Guinevere to eat. Guinevere especially likes the cookies she bakes..C.But he didn't even turn his head back

"He is in the fields"

"Today we harvested potatoes"

C.C.

The tone of C was quite calm - she had the ability to make whatever she said seem insignificant..C.After the reminder, Guinevere's eyes lit up instantly.

"I 'll go help!"

After a week of idleness, she finally found something to do and ran away happily..C.But he acted quite helpless

"Two naughty kids who haven't grown up yet... plus a group of troublesome old ladies... Can such a weird combination really establish a kingdom that surpasses King Arthur?"

C.C.I think it's terrible.

With just these few people, it would be a blessing if they don't destroy the British Isles, right?

……

Outside the castle, in the farmland that Mordred had opened up.

When Guinevere came here excitedly, she was disappointed to find that all the work in the field had been done by Mordred and Vortigern.

Don't doubt the efficiency of legendary strongmen in doing farm work.

Especially when there is a god-level strongman as a supervisor next to them, a mere piece of farmland of less than an acre... saying that it takes half an hour is an insult.

And in the end, just when Mordred put the harvested potatoes and fennel into the basket, and asked Vortigern, who had transformed back into the form of a bone dragon, to take the potatoes to the underground warehouse of the castle, Guinevere arrived here belatedly.

"Good morning, Scathach."

"Good morning, Guinevere, did you sleep well last night?"

Guinevere's words were very sweet, making Scathach laugh.

Since Scathach retired from the world and returned to the Shadow Kingdom, Guinevere was probably the most polite child she had ever seen.

Others were either lawless like Mordred, who was arrogant and arrogant; or timid like Morgan, who looked down on her like a tiger, leopard, jackal, and wolf.

"Really, am I that scary?"

Scathach stretched out her right hand, touched her face, and complained silently.

At the same time, beside Scathach

"You came just in time——"

Looking at Guinevere who had arrived late, Mordred stretched out his hand and said excitedly:

"This place is almost cleaned up, we should consider the deployment plan"

""Deploy defense?"

Guinevere tilted her head in confusion, not quite understanding what Mordred was talking about.

In her opinion, in this place deep in the mountains and old forests, there is still a need to deploy defenses?

Who would come here!

However, in the next moment.

When Mordred said a name, Guinevere, who was just excited, suddenly became silent.

"I don't know about others, but my father will definitely come."

Mordred said confidently.

He knew Artoria's character too well.

Compared to sitting in the back and commanding thousands of troops, Artoria is better at running in front and leading the charge.

And don't forget that he forcibly abducted Queen Guinevere in front of the entire Camelot Royal City.

In this case, if Artoria, the King of Camelot, does not come to seek revenge in person, then she will not have to be the Knight King.

"Our location is still hidden by the Queen Mother's magic, so the King Father can't find us for the time being."

"But don't underestimate your father's ability... Besides, Britain is so small, it's not easy to find someone."

"I estimate that it will only take half a month for my father to find us."

After a rough calculation, Mordred gave a slightly conservative time.

In fact, Morgan had promised him that with Altria's level, even with Merlin, it would take at least a month to find this place.

But out of his respect for Altria, Mordred still decided to use the most severe degree to estimate Altria's strength:

"not only���It's time"

"We are also somewhat pressed in terms of the number of enemies."

"As a queen, Altria can't come alone. As for which knights she will bring... Guinevere, you should know them. Can you tell me about them?"

Mordred threw this question to Guinevere.

Guinevere was stunned for a moment.

"this……"

Guinevere hesitated.

She felt that her behavior should be called treason.

But... Alas.

Guinevere sighed again.

Now, she completely belonged to Mordred, both physically and mentally.

In this case, treason would not matter, right?