Chapter 63

Once the Demon Dragon Votigern was defeated, Britain was completely stabilized.

Then she'll have more leisure time to play chess with Lan Ze.

Thinking of this, she was about to stand up and untie the "restraints" on Lan Ze's body when she suddenly felt the ground shaking slightly.

Boom!

The next moment, the tremors on the ground became even stronger, and Lan Ze detected a terrifying aura coming from somewhere far away.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a dragon's roar resounded Britain. Artoria's expression changed slightly. She released Lan Ze, walked a few steps to the windowsill, and her gaze seemed to pass over the city walls, reaching the dragon outside the walls.

Hearing the terrifying roar of the dragon, Lan Ze went to the window and looked into the distance, but he couldn't see anything.

He couldn't help but ask, "Where did that sound come from?"

He always felt that the roar was about to pierce people's eardrums, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"That's the voice of a dragon," Artoria whispered.

"A demonic dragon?" Lan Ze repeated, finding the dragon's roar beside him utterly deafening.

"Your Vile King, Vortigern," Artoria gazed into the distance, "Was once my uncle, and now, he is a dragon seeking to devour Britain."

As Lan Ze listened to the dragon's roar, he recalled the history he knew.

... Speaking of which, he seemed to have heard of this story before; it was said that there were two dragons in Britain, a Red Dragon and a white dragon.

The white dragon symbolizes the Saxons, while the Red Dragon represents Wales.

Artoria is the Red Dragon, while Vortigern is the white dragon.

I just don't know whether the White Dragon or the Red Dragon was stronger in the Type-Moon lore...

"Roar!"

As the roaring dragon echoed across Britain once more, Artoria withdrew her gaze and turned her head, saying:

"Wait here, don't wander off!"

After giving her a solemn warning, Artoria turned and left the room.

Why does this sound like "Don't move around here" to me...? Lan Ze thought to himself.

When Artoria pushed open the door, several Knights of the Round Table were already waiting for Artoria, each with a very solemn expression.

That's understandable, after all, it was Vortigern, Britain's greatest enemy!

"King--"

Just as Gawain was about to speak, Artoria slightly raised her hand, "Let's talk as we walk."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the room first, followed closely by several Knights of the Round Table.

The once lively hall instantly became deserted. Looking at the guarded state of everyone, Lan Ze roughly understood the significance of the name Vortigern to these people.

He didn't know much about the history of Type-Moon, but since it was a white dragon that fought against the Red Dragon... its strength must not be too bad.

However, Lan Ze didn't care much.

After all, he had already experienced beings of Mother of All's level during the Seventh Singularity, and his mind and body had been thoroughly tempered, so he naturally wouldn't be afraid of something like this dragon's roar.

Lan Ze withdrew his gaze and was about to return to his room.

Suddenly, she felt as if someone was watching her. She turned her head slightly and saw a tiny blonde girl lying in the corner, her bright green eyes secretly observing the scene.

Lan Ze paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Xiao Mo...?"

Although the little girl was short, he still recognized her; this little girl... looked just like Mordred when she was a child!

Hearing the stranger call her name, Mordred's little face filled with wariness, and she asked in a clear voice, "W-who are you?"

That look in its eyes was like that of a newborn kitten, terrified and even bristling with fear at the sight of any stranger.

Lan Ze thought for a moment, then gave a gentle smile and said, "I am your father."

"I am your father."

When Mordred heard this, he suddenly glared fiercely at Lan Ze: "You dare to insult me?!"

Her voice was crisp and childlike, like a cat with its fur standing on end, as if it might pounce on Lan Ze and bite him at any moment.

"No, I'm not insulting you. If I'm not mistaken, I really am your father..." Lan Ze said with a subtle emotion.

Then, after thinking about it, he decided to try a more tactful approach.

He gave a gentle smile and beckoned, "Come over here."

Mordred didn't move, still watching Lan Ze, with most of her face hidden behind the wall, looking extremely alert.

"Roar!"

The two stared at each other for a while. Just then, a dragon's roar resounded throughout Britain. It was the Demon Dragon Votigern's demonstration outside the city. The sound seemed to shake the entire palace. Mo Zai's body trembled slightly, and he quickly covered his ears and curled up in a corner.

She felt that the dragon's roar contained a terrifying magic that made her body tremble.

But at that moment, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and the figure covered her. Mordred quietly raised her head to look, and there was the guy who had just "insulted" her. Soft black hair gently fell across his forehead, making him look quite handsome. His skin was slightly unhealthy white, and his dark eyes looked at her gently.

Then, the man reached out his hand to her, saying strange things like, "Little Mo, don't be afraid, I really am your father."

Mo Zai secretly peered at Lan Ze's face. After staring into those eyes for a moment, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out her small hand and grasped his palm, using his strength to stand up again.

"Let me take you back to your room first," Lan Ze said. "The palace is in chaos right now; it would be troublesome if you were kidnapped."

Mordred neither nodded nor shook his head, keeping his head down and following behind Lan Ze.

Why do I have this feeling of taking advantage of the chaos to kidnap a little girl...? Lan Ze couldn't help but mutter to himself, and quickly led Mordred into Artoria's room.

After closing the door, Lan Ze suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying, "Oh, right—"

He had just stopped when Mo Zai, who was running up behind Lan Ze, bumped into Lan Ze's arms and bounced back up, landing on his bottom.

"Are you alright?" Lan Ze quickly reached out to help Mo Zai up, but Mordred slapped his hand away, got up on her own, and then looked around, her eyes shining.

"Is this Father King's room?!"

Lan Ze paused for a moment, then nodded gently.

At that moment, Mordred immediately came to her senses, covered her mouth, and blinked.

She suddenly remembered that her mother, Morgan le Fay, had said that she couldn't reveal her identity yet, but she had accidentally told a stranger!

But then again, who exactly is this guy?

Mordred glanced at Lan Ze secretly. He didn't seem like a bad person... He had just helped her out, so she could probably be considered a good person, right?

Children's world is small, and their understanding is limited. To Mordred, anyone who helps her is a good person.

Meanwhile, Lan Ze was also observing the child.

He was somewhat surprised. It had only been a little over two months since his blood had been mixed with Artoria's essence at the Magic Workshop that day, hadn't it?

In just over two months, Mordred has already been able to run and jump again... It's truly astonishing.

Mordred climbed onto the windowsill and sat down, looking anxiously out the window. "Mother said there's a very powerful enemy threatening Britain's safety, Father King has gone out to meet them."

"Did you run away on your own?" Lan Ze asked.

Mordred glanced at Lan Ze, then scanned the room, and beckoned with his finger. "I'll tell you a secret, come a little closer."

When Lan Ze got close to Mordred, she whispered, "I sneaked out to check things out while my mother was at the Magic Workshop."

Her voice was extremely soft, as if she had revealed a very important secret, and then she looked at Lan Ze triumphantly, as if to say, "How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

Lan Ze stared at Mordred in amazement. "Wow, that's amazing!"

So rebellious at such a young age, Morgan clearly has no idea how to raise children... Lan Ze thought to himself.

He also leaned against the windowsill, looking at the gloomy sky outside, chatting with Mordred about random things. Mordred, at this age, was still very innocent and admired her Father King, but the Father King she was referring to was Artoria, who had just made Lan Ze her queen today.

"Let me tell you another secret--"

Mordred suddenly coughed cutely and glanced at the boy next to her.

Her opinion of this guy had changed considerably. Although he had just scolded her, he was good-looking and spoke nicely, so she felt she could trust him for the time being.

"What secret?" Lan Ze asked curiously.

"My mother said that I actually have two Father Kings," Mordred whispered in Lan Ze's ear, "One is King Arthur, and the other is also King Arthur."

"Is your mother a fan of Lu Xun...?" Lan Ze thought to himself, chuckling as he patted Mo Zai's head on the back of the head. "Then do you know who your two Father Kings are?"

"I know," Mordred muttered. "That's why I came out to see. I heard from Mother that Father King took another Father King as his wife today, and that other Father King is in Father King's room right now—"

Mordred suddenly paused, as if realizing something, and turned to look at Lan Ze.

Then, she blinked and stammered, "You... you are another Father King?"

"Didn't I just tell you that?" Lan Ze said with a smile.

Mordred immediately shook his head, scratching his head in frustration, and said, "Impossible! I'm not that easily fooled. How could my Father King be a man?!"

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'Father King'...?" Lan Ze sighed. "No, I'm serious."

"If you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry! You're not allowed to impersonate my Father King!" The little Mo Zai, who was only a few years old, finally got angry and punched Lan Ze in the chest with his little fists. However, his series of wild punches did not break through Lan Ze's defense at all.

"My mother said that the other Father King can summon the Gate of Babylon and possess endless wealth in the world, and he also carries the aura of the Mother of Origin. The Court Mage also told me a few days ago that my Father King understands the most primordial language. If you insult my Father King again, I will—"

Boom!

Just then, the entire room began to shake violently, and a tremendous explosion and deafening roar came from outside the city gate.

Lan Ze suddenly looked up at the window. A white dragon was flying in the air, its wings flapping. A black aura seemed to shroud the sky, turning the entire sky pitch black.

"I'm going out to check. You stay here and don't wander off!"

As Lan Ze spoke, he jumped down from the windowsill. Mordred quickly leaned over the window, stared at Lan Ze's back for a while, then scratched her hair in frustration. She then jumped down from the windowsill and trotted after him.

Why did you follow me?

As Lan Ze jumped down from the windowsill, he suddenly felt someone watching him from behind.

He turned his head and saw the tiny Mo Zai charging at him like a raging dragon.

She suddenly stopped in front of Lan Ze, leaned forward, raised her hands behind her, and looked at Lan Ze with pleading eyes. "I want to go too!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll kidnap you and sell you?" Lan Ze said fiercely.

Mordred hesitated for a moment, then put his hands on his hips. "I'm not afraid of you, I'm very strong!"

Lan Ze almost burst out laughing, saying, "Since you're so strong, why do you need me to take you?"

Mordred was visibly taken aback, blinked, then turned her face away haughtily, huffing, "Fine... you can go! I'll go by myself later!"

"If only my Father King were here, he would definitely take me there," she muttered to herself again.

If your mom knew she suddenly had a child, she'd probably have a mental breakdown... Lan Ze thought to himself, then looked at his tiny daughter and said, "It's too dangerous outside. You'll be safer staying in the palace."

Mordred shook her head rapidly, like a rattle-drum. "No, no, I want to go outside and see my Father King figure!"

"Stop fooling around, hurry up and go back." Lan Ze was a little helpless. He reached out to carry Mordred back to the room, but Mo Zai reacted very strongly and stepped back, looking at Lan Ze warily.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, Mordred's gaze unusually resolute, seemingly unwilling to succumb to Lan Ze's persuasion.

"Roar!"

Just then, outside the city gate, the deafening roar of the Demon Dragon Votigern resounded. Mordred, who was stubbornly staring at Lan Ze, visibly trembled. The roar seemed to burst forth with the fear in one's heart.

She subconsciously looked up and gazed into the distance.

At the edge of her vision, a white dragon vaguely appeared.

That is the Demon Dragon Votigern, the formidable enemy my Father King is currently battling.

Lan Ze noticed the hesitation in Mo Zai's eyes and immediately smiled, "So, we should go back after all?"

Mordred immediately shook his head stubbornly.

She had made up her mind; she was determined to see for herself, no matter what, how King Arthur, who led the people of Britain to repeatedly defeat powerful enemies, actually fought.