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

Mordred's words made Altria frown slightly.

She didn't know what Mordred was up to, but her intuition told her that it was best not to agree to Mordred's request here.

No matter how legitimate and reasonable the reason sounded.

However, the opposite happened.

Mordred's voice was too loud.

The voice deliberately mixed with magic made everyone in the city hear this fabricated lie.

What's worse is that beside Mordred, Guinevere was still nodding and saying yes.

"Yes, I almost forgot, today is little Mordred's birthday."

She said with a smile, trying her best to play the role of a good wife and mother.

"It's over."

Altria cried out in her heart.

If it was Mordred who said it alone, she would at most regard it as the nonsense of a naughty child.

But now, Guinevere's words defined this nonsense.

As the saying goes, one lie often requires a thousand lies to cover it up - and when Mordred chooses to join hands with Guinevere to create a lie. Even Altria can only watch this lie become a reality in a helpless manner. In fact

, in order to maintain her rule, Altria must take the initiative to admit this lie, making it a fact that is set in stone:

"What do you want to do?"

Altria looked at Mordred and said expressionlessly.

But the anger in her eyes was about to solidify into substance.

Mordred had no doubt that if Altria could really breathe fire, she would definitely burn him to death.

But, unfortunately,——

"You are not a real red dragon"

"Besides, I am doing this for your own good."

Mordred thought silently in his heart.

Then, he ignored Altria's murderous gaze. He turned half a circle and cast his eyes on the Britons standing under the city wall, who were looking at him expectantly.

"I want to share the joy with the people."

"I also want the people to enjoy the fun with me."

Mordred said with a smile.

At this moment, the Britons standing under the city wall were surprised to find that this [His Highness Mordred] actually radiated a dazzling brilliance that was no less dazzling than the Knight King.

That was also the brilliance of the sun.

However, it was different from that of Altria.

If the brilliance of Altria was like the sun in midsummer, high above, exuding endless majesty, making people dare not look directly at it.

Then, the brilliance radiating from Mordred was like the warm sun in the cold winter.

Dazzling but not dazzling, warm but not annoying.

"So, father, let's have a party."

"In the name of your son, I will hold a banquet that will last from day to night!"

""At the banquet, everyone can eat, drink and enjoy themselves to their heart's content - just treat it as my son's birthday, I'll treat them, how about that?"

Mordred said loudly.

As his voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire Camelot Royal City became a little tense.

That was the tension caused by everyone breathing quickly together.

To be honest, they didn't care about birthdays or not.

Not to mention Mordred's birthday - even last Christmas, they had to tighten their belts because they didn't have enough food.

But now, when Mordred linked his birthday with something like a"celebration",——

"banquet?"

"Everyone can eat, drink and have fun to their heart's content?"

"Play from day to night? No need to work anymore, just play to your heart's content?"

It turns out that even those"social animals" who live in the 21st century and enjoy the blessing of 996 cannot refuse such conditions.

Not to mention the Britons who lived in the fifth century AD and worked hard under Altria year after year, but never had a good rest or a good day.

They have been patient to the limit and urgently need an excuse to vent their inner anxiety.

And now, Mordred, who understands people's hearts very well, has given them such an excuse.

Moreover, it is reasonable and an excuse that Altria cannot refuse at all.

""But."

Artoria said expressionlessly.

Then, she turned around and left the city wall like a gust of wind.

In a sense, this was probably a desperate escape.

She was worried that if she continued to stay here, Mordred might make some more excessive demands.

"Lord Agguiwen must be having a headache, right?"

Thinking of the already empty treasury, Artoria shook her head and decided not to think about these things that bothered her.

There is always a way out when you reach the mountain - she has been doing this for so many years.

However, what Artoria did not expect was that at the moment she turned and left and walked down the city wall

, a thunderous cheer suddenly broke out outside the city wall.

The cheers were very mixed, [Long live His Highness Mordred] and [Happy Birthday to His Highness Mordred] were intertwined, and they almost shook down the city wall.

For this reason, Artoria, who walked down the city wall, had to stop, turn around, and look at Mordred's back. Shadow.

Mordred was constantly waving, accepting the cheers of his subjects.

Artoria couldn't see Mordred's face - but she could imagine how proud he was.

Because she used to accept such passionate cheers like Mordred now.

And more than once.

And now, when the train of time slowly passed through the royal city of Camelot, Artoria looked back, but all she saw was herself at the age of sixteen.

She suddenly found that Mordred seemed to be very similar to her.

The same young age of fame, the same high spirits.

However, Artoria now is not willing to admit this.

"Not at all."

Altria shook her head and slowly left, leaving only a lonely figure in this world.

The king is always alone.

PS: I solemnly declare here.

This system has always been a serious system.

You can only get filial piety points by getting Altria's mentality... That's your misunderstanding.

That was the task Morgan issued to Mordred before, and it has nothing to do with this system.