Not only did she fail to fit the image of Camelot's royal family, but there wasn't a second person like her among the Knights of the Round Table.
The girl paid no attention to the criticism.
In her eyes, victory was everything.
For the sake of victory, it was acceptable to slash, kick, punch, and even bite the enemy.
This is my mission—
Only I can bring glory to Father King!
Compared to the eldest daughter, whose reputation was mixed, her younger sister Artoria was clearly the more popular one—
If Mordred had inherited the King's talent for battle, then Lily could be said to have inherited the King's charisma as a leader.
She was a born leader, and could even be called an idol.
Lily's features were like an adorable white lily, while her emerald eyes seemed to shimmer with an inspiring light of hope.
Mordred naturally knew that she could never surpass her younger sister at winning people's hearts.
But that didn't matter.
That sort of thing was irrelevant.
What could those illiterate commoners possibly understand?
I don't fight for people who can't understand me. I fight only for Father King!
Father King must have seen it.
My efforts, my excellence, my sincerity, everything about me—
Father King must have seen it all clearly.
That's right, just like when I was little.
Whenever I outran my younger sister, Father always praised me gently.
Whenever I accidentally did something wrong, Father always comforted me patiently.
The first person in this world to acknowledge me... was Father.
I only need his acknowledgment.
Other people's opinions don't matter at all. All of them combined can't compare to Father King.
My glory and my honor belong to Father.
Of course—one day, I will inherit everything from Father.
Although Mordred and Artoria had