Xingyue, the strongest heroic spirit is myself

[As for war, you have no strong enemies around you, and a country with such a large population in Northern Europe is already full]

[Miss Morgan sent you an invitation, and you agreed]

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Goblin country

The weather is sunny and the air is filled with fragrance.

Nidhogg leisurely stepped into the witch's garden, and he was surprised to see a little golden retriever.

With messy blond hair, green eyes, and that familiar face, Nidhogg took a deep breath.

"Hey, who are you? You look like an idiot in a daze. Is it strange to see me?"

Although she is still in the state of a young girl, her strong posture is exactly like that of a little lion showing its teeth and claws.

So, why is Artoria, who likes lions, so incompatible with Mo Zai?

"Hello, Mo Zai."

Nidhogg stepped forward and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch her little head.

"Hey, Mo Zai, are you calling me? Ah, I'm not Mo Zai, I'm Mordred. How dare you play with my hair? Let me go, you bastard!"

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Mo Zai, whose real name is Mordred, quickly recovered from the surprise, and then gave Nidhogg a hard kick for daring to touch her little head. If it weren't for the height problem, she would even dare to do it to him. An egg-breaking kick.

It's actually not painful or itchy.

However, Nidhogg still pretended to be in pain and hugged his calf.

"Damn it, you're trying too hard, Mo Zai!"

"Huh, I'm already under a lot of force. I can't even bear this little force. I originally thought you had a close feeling, but I didn't expect you to be so weak. No, no, I'm not Mo Zai!"

Mordred was very harsh. She rushed up and kicked her a few times, but her strength was much lighter. It seemed that she was not the kind of person who wanted to hurt others.

"If you don't want to get hurt again, don't call me Mo Zai in the future. You provoked me in the first place!"

"...It seems that you guys get along very well."

The witch's voice came faintly.

Nidhogg and Mordred looked subconsciously and saw Morgan standing by the door, half closing his eyes and unable to tell whether he was in good or bad mood.

"Mother."

Mordred walked towards her, head held high, looking so cute.

"Who is he and why is he here?"

This is no ordinary place, this is Morgan's palace and her workshop (temple).

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The so-called workshop is an "alien world" created by magicians in order to hone their magic. It takes years, decades, and sometimes even several generations to accumulate the end of the heavenly principles.If the magic seal is an organ created on the inside, then the workshop is a new alien world created on the outside.

As for the temple, which is actually an upgraded version of the ordinary workshop, the best example should be Goetia's Temple of Time.

The entire area is like a fortress formed by her. In order to protect its own mystery, the workshop also set up a barrier to prevent entry. If anyone breaks in, they will kill everyone who enters indiscriminately.

Therefore, how Nidhogg managed to break through the witch's workshop quietly, just like Shirou's high vault, has always been a secret.

Under the guidance of fate, he had his first encounter with the witch who was in the process of cleaning up her innocence.

"You seem to know her identity?"

The witch did not answer Mordred's question, but looked at Nidhogg.

"probably."

Nidhogg didn't hide it either, but showed it openly.

The left eye is transforming. It is the rainbow eye that only appears in myths and is equipped only by the highest-level gods.

"This eye allows me to see my destiny."

"Very good. Only such a strong man deserves to stand by my side."

Everyone has their own secrets, strengths and weaknesses. To truly love someone is to love them all.

"Mother, mother, who is he? Why do I always feel like I want to be close to you, just like staying by your side."

Mordred raised his little face and said doubtfully.

"Could it be..."

Nidhogg thought of something.

Morgan showed a subtle expression, one that looked both happy and satisfied.

"Although she is an artificial human made by me, she uses our life factor. Unlike those guys, she has the strongest strength and has our blood flowing through her."

51: I am the destroyer of Britain, Vortigern, the humble king of the white dragon.

"——This is my cub?!"

Originally, Mordred was only the descendant of red dragons and fairies, but he didn't expect that his own blood would be mixed with it now.

Nidhogg looked at the little Mordred with the same expression on his face: "Although I don't understand, I was shocked."

No, Mo Zai wouldn't take the sword that stabbed his father and launch a gorgeous rebellion against him.

Morgan looked at Nidhogg and Mordred looking at each other in bewilderment, and his smile became more obvious.

"Go, Mordred, and say hello to your father."

With a gentle push, Mordred approached her Nidhogg. Facing Nidhogg's unexplained eyes, Mordred's always high and bright eyes appeared panicked.

It was so sudden, and she didn't know how she should get along with this so-called father.

Although there is an uncontrollable feeling of closeness in the body, just like the instinct to drink water when thirsty.

"Well, in short, it was my fault just now. Father, father, I shouldn't have kicked you just now."

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Mordred was braver than she thought. With her hands behind her back and an unnatural look on her face, Mordred walked carefully to Nidhogg's side.

"If you like it, you can touch it again. I will be patient and won't kick you randomly."

A frank and sincere child.

Destiny, is this the surprise you gave me?

Nidhogg forced himself to calm down. He was not even braver than Mordred (the young girl).

"Call me Nidhogg. I am Nidhogg. Don't call me father."

Nidhogg said seriously.

After hearing this, Mordred's eyes cast a shadow.

"Don't you want to be my father?!"

Her tone was both excited and angry.

The next moment, a big hand gently stroked her, gently, warmly, and with an extraordinarily comfortable feeling.

Like sunshine, it drives away all gloom.

"I'm very strong, and I'll be careful not to hurt you."

"...No, don't underestimate me, I am very strong." Mordred immediately changed from a rage to a little sheep.

"You are indeed my cub, but I don't want you to get close to me because of that identity. I hope to become a Nidhogg who can be recognized by you, my lovely Mordred."

"Ha, my father said I'm cute. Hehe, hey, even if it's you, I'm not cute. I don't want that kind of weak comment."

Perhaps not wanting to immerse himself in that comfortable environment, Mordred escaped from the clutches.

"But I will give you a chance to please me, and that is to accompany me, how about it?"

The face that couldn't hide his emotions showed an expression of joy and pride. Nidhogg couldn't help but pick it up. The android grew very fast, and after a while, he would only be able to see Mo Zai in the form of a girl. At that time, you can no longer hug casually.

--after that.

[You personally cooked and prepared dinner for Morgan and Mo Zai]

[Mo Zai was very satisfied and said on the spot: From now on, you will cook for me and leave other matters to me.]

[While still in the form of a young girl, she has already dared to openly want to usurp the throne and oust her father. As expected of you, Mo Zai]

[You live a life of a family of three in Morgan’s garden (wrong)]

[As a househusband, you feed your wife and daughter well with your cooking skills]

[You do feel some kind of happiness, probably the warmth of your family? 】

【——However, on the third day, at night】

[Your eyes of destiny suddenly looked at certain pictures]

[You see a white dragon attacking the red dragon]

[You go find Morgan]

[Ask her to divine for you and find out the whereabouts of King Arthur at this time]

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[Morgan sighs, then agrees]

[Destiny will eventually guide you towards the chosen destiny]

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【About half a day ago】

[King Arthur took Gawain to conquer a territory that had raised a rebel flag]

[Due to the long journey, the army was stationed in the wilderness after it got dark]

[Gawain, known as the Sun Knight, was greatly weakened in the night, with less than [-]% of his peak left.]

There is no moon tonight, and the stars in the sky look dim.

Without the protection of the wall, the strong wind from the Atlantic Ocean blew across the ground unbridled, and the tent was blown to a roaring sound.

Known as the knight among knights, he is the most handsome in the round table, but he is also the most loyal. The sun Gawain, who regards King Arthur as his life, is standing in front of King Arthur's tent at this time.

He had a solemn expression, holding swords in both hands, in a guarding posture.

Seriously speaking, King Arthur's strength at this time crushes Gawain, and it's still unclear who will protect whom in real danger.

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But Gawain will definitely guard in front of the king's camp, because of the king's special (gender) identity, and in order to avoid that eventuality, King Arthur is guarded by the Round Table, which knows the secret.

Even though King Arthur in the camp at this time has not even removed his armor, she also knows that there is a problem with her gender - it is not that a queen cannot appear in Camelot, but that the queen will cause more nobles and knights to doubt unnecessarily , Altotlia doesn’t want the kingdom to have even the slightest problem because of herself.

King Arthur sat in the camp, eating hard and dry military rations and drinking cold water.

Perhaps because of the silence, King Arthur couldn't help but think of someone, if Nidhogg marched with him.

He will quietly prepare delicious food for himself. Although it is not a hot meal, it still tastes very good.

Hey, Artoria, you can't be depraved anymore, how can you do it just for the sake of oral pleasure...

But food is also a very, very important thing for the army. A hungry army is a formidable enemy if it is attacked.

Otherwise, when the rebellion is eliminated this time, he goes to meet with Lord Nidhogg in his territory. I think the two of them haven't seen each other for a while. He will definitely prepare a lot of delicious food for himself. Thinking of this, his stomach seems to become even more intense. Hunger makes a humiliating sound.