Chapter 523 What Kind of King Do You Want to Be?

What was her response to the question from Lion Jie Jie Li?

"...I'm sorry, but I don't know.

Yes, that's what she said. Facing Mordred's master, she chose to be frank, because her intuition told her that this rough-looking magician could understand her complicated feelings at the moment.

While trying to teach Mordred, Altria's mind would flash with images from time to time. It was the foggy city of London that was shrouded by Jeanne d'Arc and Atalanta, causing little Jack to lose control, and the hell in the eyes of countless children's ghosts.

Although she didn't show any emotion on the surface, in fact, the shock she received in the illusion was no less than that of Atalanta, or even the original Sieg is low in the middle. Although Merlin has repeatedly warned her that darkness always accompanies light, just like the two sides of a coin, this is the first time that Altria has personally experienced what kind of horrible existence human evil can develop into.

Compared to such deep despair, even Britain, which is in the midst of war and with people's livelihood in decline, seems much milder. If the country she built becomes like this, she will destroy it all even if she degenerates into evil.

——Inevitably recalled her innocent words at the beginning.

[There are many people laughing, I think, that must not be You will be wrong. 】

To live for people, to live with people, to leave a future for people, the girl drew her sword and killed herself. To this day, Altria has to admit that there is a self-touching element here. The king is too high up. Even if her heart is beating eagerly, people can only see her lonely back.

So Britain will perish - overthrown by her nominal child, Mordred.

In the days of Utopia, she had imagined countless reasons for the name of rebellious knight, but she could not figure it out. But now, she has a vague answer in her heart.

If she was born less than In the eyes of the artificial people who were born to imitate her for several years, Britain created by her father is like the foggy London, a bottom of the border prison full of sin and punishment?

What if the king reflected in her eyes is the source and carrier of all these sins and sorrows?

In that case, it becomes natural to draw the sword out of anger. What position does she have to express indignation at her behavior of resisting and successfully destroying "Hell"?

It is precisely because of such thinking that Altria can stand side by side with Mordred calmly and ask her inner doubts:

"Hey, Mordred, what do you say... Are humans good or evil?"

You didn't call me lord? Such a title...

Mordred's hand tightened slightly, his whole body tensed, trying to make his voice fierce and impatient:

"Are you stupid? Humans are humans, a group of beasts who will choose to be good or evil according to the situation at the time."

"...Why? "

"Because if there is not enough food and clothing, all manners and righteousness will disappear without a trace. To put it bluntly, it is just a slightly smarter beast!" As if recalling the past, Mordred couldn't help but get excited, "In my opinion, other people are not important at all, as long as I am an outstanding existence!"

The king has paid so much for the country, and the king's wisdom is impeccable... But with just a simple drought and war, those stupid people will lose their sense of shame and morality, and turn their fear into anger and pour it on the supreme king...

"Do you hate humans?"

In response to Altria's straightforward question, Mordred affirmed without flinching:

"Of course I hate it. I never forget my grudges, but I will forget the favors I have received. As long as it is something that will cause losses to myself, I will try my best to avoid it even if I sacrifice everything. If it is not troublesome, they will do some boring good deeds, but if it is very troublesome, they will turn a blind eye to the huge evil forces. Always acting under the drive of selfishness, and once failing, she will blame others other than herself. There is no value worth protecting at all! "

As if saying "I have come to a conclusion", the girl bit the pancake, twisted her neck, and tore off the stuffing. Her movements were sharp and beautiful, like a handsome lion.

"What a sad conclusion." Altria murmured in a low voice, and continued to ask: "So, was this the reason why you rebelled in your lifetime?"

The air froze in an instant, the candlelight in the church stopped instantly, and the shadowy outline outside the window was fixed, as if it was shackled by some invisible pressure and almost suffocated.

"...No, the understanding of human beings and my rebellion are two completely different issues. Are you trying to find an excuse to attack me, King Arthur? "

Mordred's eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent. If he continued to talk, she would really draw her sword and chop him.

"Well, let's not talk about the rebellion first--but there are many people who followed you, right?"

When Mordred thought the topic would stop, Altria continued to push the topic forward without hesitation. Perhaps she didn't expect to be asked more questions, and her eyes widened immediately.

King Arthur, the holy king who was rebelled against, asked her about the details of the rebellion in front of the rebel leader as if nothing had happened?

Is there something wrong? They are all dead, what's the point of talking about this!

"Aren't there many people who respect you and are willing to make you king? Are you going to despise them too?"

The holy sword was drawn, the holy spear was raised high, and in a trance, Mordred saw the fully armed king charging at her. Her spirit was instantly tense. Almost subconsciously, the girl who was respected as the king by the rebels opened her mouth and responded with words like a sword:

"They just have to bet on me for their own reasons. They have the need to rebel against the king. I will neither despise those who resist me nor regard those who support me as my own kind."

"Do you want to despise everyone?"

"——I am the existence that should be the king. How can the king regard humans as his own kind? Can the king save them by crying and laughing with humans? There is no such thing. The so-called king must never be that kind of existence."

Facing the legendary King Arthur, Mordred spoke quietly in a tone without any emotion.

Facing the solemn Mordred, Altria held her breath quietly. In her holy blue eyes, this familiar figure overlapped with several kings she had met and killed before.

Moonlight, courtyard, king, banquet.

Past memories prompted Altria to blurt out:

"What kind of kingly way do you want to practice? Do you want to be an evil king or a good king?"

! ! !

While understanding the words, Mordred clearly heard the sound of blood vessels flowing and the heartbeat like a drum.

She knew very well that this was an absolutely unavoidable question, because Altria was questioning the heart of another king as a holy king.

——Father, recognized her.

Mordred's expression was a little distorted, and even uncontrollably revealed anger, but this feeling was not towards Altria, but towards herself, towards the stupid prospective king whose mind was still blank until now.

Now she is fighting to become the king. As long as there is a chance to challenge the Sword of Choice, I will have absolute confidence to draw the sword.

So, what kind of king do I want to be?

I want to be an ideal king. I want to be a king who can protect all the people I want to protect and be recognized by everyone.

In order to achieve this goal, should I become a king who is a symbol of the people's ideals like my father? Or should I be a greedy king who is willing to throw everything into it to realize his dream?

If I become an ideal king, I will definitely feel suffocated, and if I become a greedy king, I will definitely be hated by the people.

Mordred looked out the window at the street in a daze. According to the knowledge given by the Holy Grail, this country still has the scars of being dominated by a tyrant.

He exercised tyranny with twisted delusions and let people build meaningless and luxurious palaces. As a result, the tyrant was conquered and died in the rebellion. I absolutely don't want to be that kind of king -

So, wouldn't it be better to be a perfect king who died for his ideals like my father? Even my father fell down halfway, right?

"...Damn it."

The problem that I had never faced up to was now in front of me by the object I hated.

I wanted to become a king——I just had such a simple dream, but I had no vision for the future after becoming a king.

Have other kings ever thought about this? Have the tyrants, wise kings or foolish kings who left their names in history ever had a vision for the future of their rule?

My father, Artoria Pendragon, what kind of expectations do you have for the country you rule?

"...I destroyed it with my own hands, and you still talk about the future."

In front of Artoria, Mordred suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. It is true that it was King Arthur who led Britain to peace, but it was not others who completely destroyed everything, but myself.

If you ask what is the worst——I have never regretted that thing until now.

I can't get recognition from anyone, I can't get care from anyone, I can't get love from anyone, and I won't fall in love with anyone. A peaceful world is very beautiful, and the people who risk their lives for it are also very beautiful.

But why can't I give even a little bit of affection to someone who has devoted everything to this beauty?

I don't even have the luxury of hoping to get her love. At the very least, if she can pay a little attention to me and follow my figure with her eyes, that alone is enough.

"Don't talk nonsense, you will never be satisfied. You will endlessly ask for her love, her affection, and even the throne, and in the end you will still completely destroy her rule."

That was a whisper from the bottom of his heart. While feeling anxious, Mordred also accepted this statement.

Maybe it's true - after all, I don't know what love is. Is it sweet, bitter, sour, or tasteless?

How can a knight who doesn't even know what love is brazenly declare in front of King Arthur what kind of king he wants to be?

Bitterness rose in her heart, but before the girl could hang her head, a pair of hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her to raise her head and look into those serious holy blue eyes.

"Don't be discouraged, Mordred. It doesn't matter if you can't answer it." Altria said to the dumbfounded Mordred with a serious face, "Just like tonight's question, I believe you will complete it sooner or later."

As if finally realizing the contradiction, Altria put down her hand, coughed lightly, and turned away.

"I hope I can hear your answer from the bottom of your heart when we meet next time."

Mordred didn't speak. Her brain had burned out when Altria touched her. She just stared blankly at her father leaving. A sentence played repeatedly in her mind:

She is encouraging me, she is encouraging me, she is encouraging me...

Father, she has me in her heart!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

Outside the church, Joan of Arc looked at the silly Mordred, shook her head, and couldn't bear to look at him: "This child is stupid."

"Well, I didn't expect it to unfold like this." "Oh, my inspiration is here!" "Did King Arthur finally recognize Mordred..." "Do you think Mordred will choose the good king or the evil king?" "Master, let's go to eat barbecue tonight!"

Behind her, a group of guys didn't go back to rest at all, but discussed enthusiastically. There was even a magic screen. It was obvious that a certain empress abused her magic power and live-streamed eating melons in the distance. Obviously, they were in different camps, and they were going to fight cruelly the next day, but at this moment, the heroes tacitly forgot their conflicts with each other, just like friends communicating freely.

People who can become heroes are outstanding in the crowd. When they put aside their grudges and try to accept and communicate, the happy atmosphere and warmth can easily infect all the people who watch and even join in.

"King Arthur left without noticing us. It seems that the effect of the Moon's imitation of the breath blocking is very good... Moon? Moon!"

Joan called several times, and turned back in surprise, only to find that the assassin in black robes was smiling silently. In his eyes, the noisy crowd and Mordred who was silly and happy in the church were reflected.

The warm light in the church blended into his handsome face. The young man seemed to be looking at the most precious treasure that was about to disappear. His expression was so cherishing and reluctant.

"Moon...?"