The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

As if he didn't care about Mordred's distraction, Wang waved his hand, "There seems to be a problem with Camelot's security recently. You can ask Kai about the specific situation.

"Yes, you. highness!"

After bowing and saluting, Mordred was about to withdraw from the audience hall, but he also heard the additional line from the king behind: "By the way, if you meet Parcival, call him over. I will wait for him in the administration office. "

After he nodded and said he heard, Mordred walked out of the audience hall.

However, when closing the door of the audience hall, Mordred, with his excellent hearing, heard Wang's muttering in a low voice.

"...Really, Mr. Merlin really keeps giving me problems... He even asked me to get the treasure that is now located somewhere in the Frankish kingdom... To find a justifiable name for this military action equivalent to aggression. It's really difficult...I can't just say that that treasure is useful to England..."

The Kingdom of Frank... the kingdom where Lancelot is?But what does this have to do with Mr. Merlin?

Although this thought was fleeting in his heart, Mordred did not go too far in the past-because, after all, this matter had nothing to do with him.

After finding Kai smoothly and knowing that Wang’s so-called “important task” is to lead the patrol to maintain the law and order of the territory and to destroy a few thieves that have just started gathering nearby, Mordred did not rush to complete the order, but went first Searching for Parcival—In fact, finding Parcival, who has never seen the end of the dragon, is really a very difficult task.

If it weren't for the fact that Parcival had been staying in the city during the recent period, Mordred felt that he might really need to send a search team to complete this task.

And while Mordred was walking around in the castle, when passing the tower, he stopped because he saw the figure leaning on the window of the tower.

Who is that?

Mordred didn't understand why he had to stop, or why he tried to stare at the woman without making any sound-obviously, he should avoid it or step forward to salute.

Because there will be only one woman here in the King City of Camelot-Princess Guinevere.

But why, the feet refuse to move like they have their own will?

She didn't seem to notice his appearance. The princess was leaning against the window looking at the outside scenery, but she stared at the black eyes outside with Confucius and Mencius, and the look on her face was obviously very stiff.

Just a puppet.

A very abrupt voice rang in his mind, and Mordred agreed with this idea almost immediately.

And don't know why, he is very disgusted with the princess's pure black eyes.

Obviously... it shouldn't be this color.

What color should it be?

There should be one, red like the best pigeon blood ruby, um...and, it should be the left eye...

A fake like this, obviously should... obviously should... eh?

Thinking paused here, Mordred shook his head abruptly and pressed his forehead.

Just...what was he thinking?

Fake?!Does he subconsciously think...this princess is a fake?!

But it’s impossible... His Royal Highness, who only lives in the inner courtyard of the Royal City all day long, and even the customary palace ball only shows her face on the first track, can be regarded as a model of "being deep and simple", and if she is really a fake , It is impossible to have the closest contact with the princess, the king with super intuition would not be able to detect this.

If this is the case, then why did he feel so determined when he had such an idea?

too weird……

"Mordred!"

Just as Mordred was thinking about his abnormality in a daze, a voice from a distance made him return to his mind extremely quickly, "I heard you are looking for me."

Looking up, it was Parcival.

"The king is looking for you."

To people who are not particularly familiar, Mordred will always be brief and concise.

"I see, thank you for your notice..."

Parcival nodded, but when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly covered his left eye and groaned, "Um..."

"?"

Mordred looked a little strangely at Pacival with an expression of pain on his face-from his perspective, he could see something like a green tendon emerging under Pacival's left eyecup.

What happened...

"...Damn... why did it suddenly start again..."

After breathing for a long time, Parcival, who seemed to calm down, let out a curse, then raised his eyes to face Mordred, "Mordred you..."

Although his magic eye is only showing the ability to "foresee the world in the next few seconds" when used, occasionally... it can still peep into certain "future" fragments.

And what he saw were the fragments of scenes that he had seen repeatedly throughout this period.

The desolate battlefield and... the king and Mordred with swords facing each other!

Raising his eyebrows, Mordred looked at Parcival with a confused look.

"You respect the king, don't you?"

"..."

The gaze that Mordred cast at someone was obviously full of contempt, and Pacival touched his nose uninterestedly.

Well, he should be too worried.

After all, Mordred's respect for the king was obvious to all Camelot, so he would rebel or something, it should be impossible.

"When I said nothing, I went to see the king."

After dropping this sentence, Parcival turned around and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he dropped the last sentence, "But if you believe me... it would be better not to be too close to the princess... Lance Lot's regret happens once, and if it happens again..."

Lancelot?What does Parcival think of him?

Mordred shrugged his shoulders and turned around to do his own thing, but he felt a little funny when he was angry.

Could it be possible that he thought he would like that fake?

So what if it's me?

!What do you mean?!And... who are you?!

You didn't realize it until now?You are much more interesting than that guy...

Who?