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

Morning.

In the dense forest of the Kingdom of Wales.

The bright sunshine shines through the dense leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

The ancient castle stands silently in this quiet land, and there are two beauties basking in the sun on the castle, spending this leisurely time together.

In Mordred's eyes, everything is so beautiful.

However, it is a little regrettable.

In this beautiful scene like a painting, there is such a person who is so out of place.

"Great king, have you misunderstood something?"

Looking at this chattering person in front of me, constantly saying things like [despicable】、【When Altria heard the words"shameless" and"shameless", Mordred tilted his head.

At this moment, even through a layer of armor, Altria could feel the disdain and ridicule on Mordred's face:

"Why should I fight you squarely?"

"I captured Guinevere just to fight you fairly?"

"Then why don't I fight you in the palace of Camelot - that way, I can save a lot of energy."

Mordred said as a matter of course. His righteous look made Altria feel that"what he said seemed to make sense".

But——

"What do you want to do?"

Altria asked expressionlessly.

Perhaps she already understood that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

But Guinevere was still under the control of the other party, and she could not take the risk.

Not to mention, the other party still held the secret of the"potato".

After careful consideration, Altria had to admit that she really had no initiative at all now. She was completely a fish on the chopping board, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Facing

Altria's question, Mordred shook his head helplessly:

"Actually, according to me, it should be a hostage exchange."

"As long as you are willing to stay and wear this set of chains that bind magic and power, I can let Guinevere go back."

Mordred said, taking out two silver chains and shaking them in front of Altria.

It was actually a magic gift made by Morgan - Mordred didn't know what its effect was.

But the magic fluctuations on it could not be faked, and it was enough to fool people.

In the next moment, when Altria, who felt insulted, clenched the holy spear in her hand and subconsciously wanted to attack Mordred. Mordred casually threw the silver chain to the side and said very frankly:

"However, I think you will not accept this proposal, so I don't plan to discuss it with you in detail."

"……"

Altria's hand loosened again.

At the same time, she felt extremely helpless.

She could see that the guy named Mordred in front of her was not here to talk to her about serious matters. He was just trying to mess with her mentality.

But at this moment, her life was in Mordred's hands, and she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Cut the crap"

"What do you want?"

Altria continued to ask.

This time, her face was still expressionless.

But from her slightly anxious tone, Mordred could easily guess that she was beginning to become anxious.

"You are still too young, father."

Mordred shook his head and questioned Artoria's political literacy.

As we all know, when the two sides are negotiating, you must not panic.

Even if you don't have any trump cards, you must never show this lack of confidence.

Otherwise, the result can only be to be slaughtered. There is no room for autonomy.

But then again, this may not be Artoria's fault.

After all, she, the Knight King, has been smooth sailing since her debut, and has not encountered any too difficult enemies.

Even the nemesis Vortigern was easily defeated with the help of Longomyniad.

In this case, Artoria had no chance to practice the skills of negotiating with others.

Not to mention, she was still in a disadvantageous situation and negotiated with the enemy.

"Forget it, forget it, who told me to be filial, I will let my father go this time."

As Mordred thought, he raised his head and looked at Altria's face, which was so pretty even when she was angry.

Then, he sighed softly:

"You traveled thousands of miles and went through untold hardships to find this place, and even defeated the vicious Deathwing, preventing the arrival of the doomsday and saving the world."

"You deserve a reward."

"Well, I won't make it difficult for you."

"Your princess Guinevere; and the potato that can completely solve the food crisis and save the island from disaster. You can choose one of these two rewards."

"Sa, Your Majesty, the just and merciful Knight King"

"Which one would you choose?"

……

In the castle, in the attic.

Through a pre-arranged sound transmission crystal, C in the attic.C.Guinevere and Mordred also heard the conditions that Mordred proposed to Altria.

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The trolley problem..C.Sighed.

She knew this famous ethical dilemma

【A madman tied five people to the railroad tracks. A tram is about to come, and you hold a lever in your hand that can turn the tram to another track.】

【But the problem is that there is also a person on the other track.】

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Considering only the above conditions, would you choose a pull rod?���This question is not difficult, especially for those who believe in utilitarianism.

Five people, no matter how you look at it, are more important than one person.

However, the problem is——

"Can human life really be exchanged equally?"

This is the core of the problem.

In a sense, there is not much difference between one life and five lives.

Because they are all human lives.

And the person who operates the lever has no right to decide the death of another person for the sake of the lives of the other five.

"He is killing me."

C.C.He glanced at Mordred and said with a sigh.

Choosing between Guinevere and Potato - no matter which one you choose, you have to give up the other.

For the Knight King who is always known for his virtue and attaches great importance to his honor, this should be a difficult decision, right?

However, at this time

"No way."

Guinevere, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly spoke.

"This question is not difficult to choose."

Looking at Altria who had already raised her head, Guinevere said with a smile.

It was a very bright smile - but it also carried a trace of inexplicable sadness:

"If it is for the sake of this country... the king will definitely choose to sacrifice me."