The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

And I can bet on the annual income of the whole of England for a year, at most three seconds you can’t see Kay in your field of vision-anyway, it seems that Kay can only burst out about Altria. The strength that can be described as "terror".

"All in all, it is a gratifying thing to be able to send Kai away."

I turned my head and looked at the window on the other side. "You think it's not, Mordred."

The originally concealed window was pushed open from the outside. He was wearing a light red armor and long light blonde hair. The young man with a black mask lightly jumped into the office, then raised his eyebrows and faced me and Lancelow nodded.

"What are you doing this time that you want to flee to me and take refuge?"

I stretched out my hand and patted Mordred's head, which was very witty, I watched him tilting his head and looking like "I'm innocent", "But forget it, as long as you feel happy. Up."

Mordred came back to Camelot with Lancelot and I. Because of the uniqueness of being a "Homunculus", in this short year—or rather, just half a year. In time-Mordred has grown from the boy who looked at most 7 or 8 years old when he first met to the 13 or 4 year old at the moment.

Looking at the current growth trend, it seems that he will continue to grow so fast.

It is precisely because of this that I promised Kay half a year ago to take Mordred away to learn related etiquette knowledge.

After all, my identity can be regarded as the focus of Camolotelli's public attention, and Mordred will receive a lot of unnecessary attention and corresponding discrimination with me.

Although Mordred has good physical fitness and strong learning ability because of his "Homunculus" relationship, his mental growth rate has not been the same as the physical growth rate-that is to say, even though his appearance is almost ready An adult, but in fact, Mordred can only be regarded as a child based on his mental age.

I don’t know if it’s because I saved him. Mordred is usually very attached to me, and will sneak into my office from the place where he trained if he has nothing to do.

But he has always been very well-behaved and has never interfered with my work. At most, he sat next to me with the book I was looking for and looked at him quietly, and raised his head when he felt my eyes. Smile at me, then continue reading.

In other words, Mordred is very insecure, and he must be around with people he knows to truly settle down.

I don't know who made him in the first place. It's too irresponsible, right?

Fortunately, the person Mordred met was me, otherwise he would definitely be rejected as a heresy.

Handed the etiquette instruction book in the drawer to Mordred, watching him hold the book and ran to the position where he often sits-near my desk, the window sill of the curtain was pulled out diagonally from the side I sat down, I smiled, turned my head and looked at Lancelot who didn't know what he was thinking and stared at Mordred: "Lance, what's the matter?"

"I always thought Mordred looked familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw it."

Lancelot withdrew his gaze and said without concealment, "Don't you feel it?"

"How about looking similar to others? Little Maud is still Little Maud, and he won't become someone else."

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling that his worries were unnecessary, "It's Lance, you... Soon the qualifying of the Round Table Knights will start again, right? Doesn't it matter if you don't exercise?"

Although Lancelot's strength can't be more clear to me, but at the same time, I also know how soft Lancelot will be with his companions and show mercy.

The possibility of capsize in the gutter, although the probability of Lancelot's character is very small, but it is not without.

"Are you worried about me?"

Cang Bing's eyes stared at me with a faint smile, and I silently twisted my hot cheeks to avoid the contact of sight.

"Just to remind you that only the chief of the Knights of the Round Table is qualified to be called my guardian knight."

I admit that I was a bit self-defeating, "This was a rigid rule before Arthur left."

"I will not give up the position of'chief' to anyone."

Lancelot lowered his body slightly, and the words that were attached to my ears were quiet, but they were full of confidence and determination.

"Ah... Then I'm looking forward to it."

There was a faint tingling sensation from the place where the breath was sprayed. I coughed slightly uncomfortably, adjusted my sitting posture and looked at the documents in my hand again, "Lance, can you help me get some more drinks? Is there any snack coming in? I guess the brain drain will be more serious later. And the little Maude is here..."

"……Ok……"

Straightening up again, the expression on Lancelot's face seemed to contain something I couldn't understand, but in the end he just looked away, picked up the empty plate on the table and walked out.

"..."

And I was in a daze looking at the door carefully led by Lancelot, until I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be sight falling on me.

Turning his head, he just met Mordred's worried blue eyes.

"I'm fine."

Feeling his worry, I smiled and shook my head to indicate that I was fine, "I was just thinking about something."

"……you……"

After seeming to hesitate for a while, Mordred made a metallic voice intermittently, "...Like...Lancelot...Brother...?"

Is it so obvious already?

I was stunned for a moment, and then I began to reflect on what I had done, and the final conclusion was-it should be Mordred's too sensitive relationship... right?

But when I think about it, it seems that Mordred is also a "Homunculus" relationship. I don't have much defense against him, and there is not much to avoid getting along with Lancelot. He will feel it too. It is normal.

——To deceive yourself and others is really the best.

What do you mean by this?

——That's what it means literally!

Sorry, my Chinese is not good.

——I'm speaking English obviously, you bastard who pretends to be Xiaobai!

╮╯▽╰╭

——Convex=.=||||

Presumably seeing my embarrassment, Mordred didn't speak any more, just turned his head to the side not knowing what he was thinking, and finally frowned more and more tightly.

"Anything you want to say?"

I could see that his eyes wandered a little, so I just pointed it out.

"...You are... the princess..."

As if he was considering the words, Mordred's brow was almost almost tied with a bow, "Lancelot... brother... is a knight... this way... obviously, obviously not good..."

"Ok?"

I vaguely felt that Mordred seemed to have something to follow, so I just raised my eyebrows without interrupting him.

"No...no, understand...but...as long as..."

As if a decision had been made, Mordred looked at me earnestly and said, "...As long as... Gui Wei, feels good... Then... I have no opinion..."

"Little Maude is a good boy."