Eat My Lion Iron Fist

"Father, you fell for it!"

Even as Mordred was struck, she continued charging forward, rushing all the way to the Holy Sword's guard. Ignoring her injuries, she thrust the sword in her hand forward.

Leon had not expected Mordred to act like this. A huge doubt rose in his heart; he could not make sense of her intentions at all. But seeing her get so close, he knew it was clearly no good—she had to be plotting something.

He retreated again and again, only to see Mordred grip the Holy Sword's guard with one hand while the Demon Sword in her other hand swung viciously down at Leon's neck.

"Not good!"

Leon had no time to think. He hurriedly released the sword in his hand...