The world is big, and I am not the strongest.
Although she was a child created by Morgan through magic, Mordred also knew this fact.
She was not confident that she could defeat all opponents in the world.
But she also knew that she was a genuine top-notch powerhouse among humans.
No matter how strong other humans were, they were limited and would not be much stronger than her.
Because she was the only heir of the Knight King Artoria Pendragon and a member of the Knights of the Round Table – Mordred!
But….
"Ding! Ding! Ding–!!"
The crisp sound of iron-making resounded throughout the British palace, and Mordred’s sword-swinging speed became faster and faster.
Is the world… really that big?
23 Mordred’s face was full of confusion, but there was no sign of stopping at all.
At this moment, she had completely surpassed her limit, and the whole person seemed to have entered a transcendent state.
Her originally fair skin had begun to glow purple-red due to excessive consumption, and her breathing and heart rate were several times higher than normal.
But she still did not give up, and endured the wailing and discomfort of her body, constantly waving the sword in her hand, and colliding wildly with Roy’s half finger.
Chop a few more times, chop a few more times!
Blood flowed between the wrist and the palm, and cracks appeared on the strongest teeth.
As time passed, Mordred even felt that dense cracks had appeared on his arm bones.
There is no doubt that if Mordred continued to stalemate like this, he would only ask for trouble.
Even though they knew nothing about Roy’s identity, the Knights of the Round Table who were watching clearly noticed this.
"King…"
Bedivere felt sorry for Mordred, and looked at his own majesty with hesitation.
Saber was also a little worried that Mordred was beaten.
Although this unfilial son chose to betray her in the future, her feelings towards Mordred were very complicated, not just disgust, dislike or hatred.
"Mr. Roy!"
Saber called out Roy’s name with a worried tone.
Roy naturally knew what Saber was worried about, and immediately took a step back, letting Mordred’s sword swing in the air.
"That’s it, little girl."
A lazy smile appeared on his perfect face, and his body was spotless. It was completely impossible to tell that Roy had just experienced a battle with a lot of exercise.
For him, playing with Mordred to this extent was enough.
If we continue playing, we might accidentally break Mordred.
Well…even if he really breaks, we can easily save him.
But Mordred himself cannot accept such an ending.
"Don’t run away!"
MordredPanting heavily, her face, palms, and feet were covered with her own blood.
She glared at Roy with bloodshot eyes, grimacing in pain, but still roaring in pain: "It’s not over yet! I still have strength! I feel my condition is much better than before!"
"Tsk."
Roy was shocked, looked at Saber, and spread his hands with an innocent face.
"Mordred!"
Saber frowned and called the name of this unfilial son. She felt that Mordred was a little ungrateful.
In her opinion, Roy had played with Mordred for so long, and he was tolerant enough. Mordred was just taking advantage of her.
But Mordred still did not waver.
"Sorry! King! Please forgive me for being rude in front of you!"
It was rare for Mordred to contradict his father whom he respected from the bottom of his heart. He gritted his teeth and stared at Roy: "But I am unwilling. This is a battle. How can it end with such a ridiculous ending!"
"This… Alas…"
Saber was speechless after being contradicted by Mordred. In the end, he could only sigh and look at Roy helplessly: "Mr. Roy… …"
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Roy smiled faintly, shook his finger in front of Mordred, and teased: "You really look like a little lion that is covered in wounds but refuses to admit defeat. So cute, I like you a little bit."
"Like… like me! ?"
710 Mordred was startled, stuttering, his face full of panic, and his cheeks were even slightly red.
The Knights of the Round Table who were watching not far away looked at each other in astonishment.
Could it be that this extraordinary and handsome Roy was the spouse that their king found for Mordred?
Thinking of this possibility, their eyes looking at Roy suddenly changed from admiration to scrutiny, and they occasionally nodded, seeming to be very satisfied.
"These guys…"
Listening to the whispers of the group of people who were watching the fun and not minding the trouble, Mordred’s pretty face darkened.
But she couldn’t attack her colleagues, so she could only direct her resentment at Roy and said unhappily: "I don’t like you, so don’t be so delusional!"
"Eh – is there really no chance?" Roy asked in a disappointed look.
"Hehe, there is a chance."
Just to rest her sore body, Mordred smiled evilly and said: "If you have the ability, split the sky, it’s okay to give you a chance!".
