"Roy? Wait! Could he be that Roy? Is this true?"
Just when Mordred was curious about Roy’s identity, Bedivere suddenly exclaimed, his eyes full of doubt.
While speaking, he even took two steps back, as if subconsciously distanced himself from Roy.
"Huh?"
Mordred tilted his head and looked at him in surprise: "You know him? Who is he?"
But Bedivere did not respond to Mordred immediately.
He rolled his eyes, constantly looking at Roy’s face, and muttered in disbelief: "Impossible! How could such a thing be possible! How could such a great god come here!?"
"Ah? What are you talking about? Bedivere! I’m asking you a question! Don’t ignore me!"
Mordred frowned, looking impatient, not understanding why Bedivere reacted so strongly.
She actually guessed that Roy’s identity must be extraordinary. After all, a strong man who could split the sky with one finger, only the so-called gods could do such a thing.
But… she shouldn’t be so surprised, right? After all, she was a well-informed Knight of the Round Table.
Are gods rare?
Let’s not talk about the distant ones. There are all kinds of fairies and fantasy species in Britain, and even her father has the blood of a red dragon.
Even if Roy in front of her is a real god, compared with those fairies and fantasy species, he is just a little stronger, there is not much difference.
That’s what Mordred thought.
She was in the period of a fearless child at this time. She was not afraid of death at all, let alone a powerful god.
Bedivere finally recovered from the shock at this time.
But he still didn’t respond to Mordred, but looked at their king, Saber, with strange eyes.
Seeing this, Mordred couldn’t help but frown and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey! Why are you staring at father with such eyes? Are you dissatisfied with father?"
"No… I dare not. I naturally have no dissatisfaction with the king. I am just simply surprised and curious."
Bedivere immediately shook his head.
He said with emotion: "I didn’t expect the king to know such a great god. It’s really unexpected. You are indeed the perfect king! You are the only king who can lead Britain to prosperity!"
"Ahem…"
Saber coughed awkwardly and forced a smile on his face: "Sir Bedevere has guessed Mr. Roy’s identity?"
"Of course, with such rare appearance and such amazing strength, if you can’t guess it, you are not worthy of being an excellent knight!"
Bedevere flattered Roy generously, then bowed his head respectfully to Roy who was watching the excitement on the side, and bowed slightly, which was considered a salute.
Mordred was really confused.
"……Huh?"
Mordred looked around at the crowd with a confused look on his face, and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Am I the only one who still doesn’t know this guy’s identity?"
"I’m sorry, Mordred, it seems to be the case now."
Bedivere said helplessly, and the others around him nodded. (To read the novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
As Knights of the Round Table, they are naturally very familiar with mythology, but they just didn’t think about it at first.
But after witnessing Roy’s unreasonable power to open the sky with one finger, combined with his perfect and peculiar appearance, his identity is naturally obvious.
But Mordred was even more confused. She was a man-made person cultivated by Morgan through magic. She had no culture and did not know much about mythology, so she naturally could not recognize Roy’s identity.
Seeing her pitiful look of confusion, Bedivere couldn’t help but feel pity for her and explained:
"This Mr. Roy is a famous god-killer in Greek and Celtic mythology. His appearance is… um?"
As he revealed Roy’s identity, Mordred’s expression became more confused.
Bedivere couldn’t help but widen his eyes in astonishment: "Hey, hey, hey! Mordred, you don’t know Roy, don’t… don’t know Greek and Celtic mythology?"
"Huh? Who… who said I don’t know!" Mordred immediately denied his ignorance like a pot of boiling water.
"Do you really know?" Bedivere showed a look of doubt on his face.
"Of course… I know!"
Mordred lowered her head to avoid Bedivere’s gaze, her pretty face slightly flushed.
Now, everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone knew that Mordred was just being stubborn.
This kid actually didn’t know Roy’s identity! It was outrageous!
"Go and learn some mythology first, Mordred! Although knights don’t need to be good at mythology knowledge, they shouldn’t be ignorant, right?"
Saber said to Mordred helplessly. []
"……Yes! Father!"
Knowing that he had disappointed his father, Mordred immediately lowered his head in shame, then slightly side-glanced at Roy with a fierce look in his eyes, gnashing his teeth like a puppy.
It’s all this guy’s fault. If it weren’t for him, I would have definitely been favored by my father today after I revealed my identity to him, instead of disappointing him like now! .
