Life As Aozaki Orange

"Lord Chengzi, you are the first person who cares about 'Mordred', the first person who recognizes the true value of 'Mordred', and the first person who trusts 'Mordred'."

"So, Master Chengzi... you have a special meaning in my eyes."

Lazy and elegant voice, with an unquestionable seriousness.

This is what she discovered when she recalled her own life after she became a 'king'. At the beginning, she wholeheartedly wanted to be recognized by her father, but since she became a 'king', she had time to think about some other issues.

Then, she suddenly discovered...the meaning of Aozaki oranges to her.

"What... has anything to do with you not wanting to call me daddy?"

Aozaki Chengzi tilted her head and asked.

She worked so hard to get Mordred to call her daddy, but now the brat turned his face and refused to recognize him as daddy.

This rebel!

"Of course it matters~" Mordred smiled gracefully, stroking the hair beside his ears with his slender hands, "I don't want to be your daughter, this kind of relationship is too boring, I want to be your lover, Mrs. Chengzi."

The air was suddenly quiet.

Immediately afterwards.

boom!

Artoria slapped the table vigorously, staring at the projected Mordred with green eyes, and said, "Mr. Mordred, do you know what you're talking about!"

She had just changed her perception of Mordred, but now she almost died of anger when she turned around.

This brat really dares to say anything.

"...You are not joking, I naturally know what I am talking about."

Mordred shook his head slightly, and smiled lightly on his mature and pretty face: "Father, am I just pursuing the things I like, or... I can't like someone who is really good to me?"

"Being kind to yourself...is not necessarily a lover."

Artoria said with a serious look in her eyes: "Chengzi, she doesn't have any affection for you as a lover, but only as a family relationship between children, Sir Mordred...Your behavior has crossed the line."

"Is it~"

Mordred smiled slightly, and dragged his chin with his slender hands: "Master Chengzi, what is your feeling for me all the time, is it the family relationship between father and daughter, or the love affair with a lover?"

"..."

Cang Qi Chengzi blinked her eyes, and then said truthfully, "It's the relationship between father and daughter. As for...the relationship between lovers, I never thought about it in that direction from the beginning."

It's not a lie, she has never had any wrong thoughts about Mordred, she just loves her back very simply, even in her previous life... she never had any thoughts of "wife".

More like, a buddy feeling.

"...I am also aware of this."

A little embarrassed, Mordred turned his cheeks, and then smiled again: "But, now...we can develop other relationships, please don't look at me from the perspective of a brat."

Saying so, she looked at her father a little teasingly.

"If we only talk about women's strength, I should surpass my father in an all-round way."

After saying those words, she stretched lazily as if inadvertently, and that slender and plump delicate body was outlined in this way, touching and soul-stirring.

That's a perfect figure... Arturia who crushes the figure of a girl.

Chapter 481 Mature Cunning

"...you...you...you pervert!"

Arturia was so angry that her hair stood up, like a murderous sword: "If you don't cover your body, you can expose your body casually like this... It's not what a king should do!"

"……what is the relationship."

Mordred blinked his eyes, and immediately showed a charming smile: "Now... people who can see me like this, one is you, father, and the other is Lord Chengzi."

Saying so, she tapped her fair finger on her vermilion lips and whispered.

"Whether it's you or Mrs. Chengzi, they are people who don't need to avoid it."

"..."

Artoria fell silent, staring quietly at Xiao Mo who was projected, and said, "It seems necessary...to tell you personally what is the reserve and dignity of being a king."

As she spoke, she took out the holy sword directly.

"Orange, send me to...Avalon!"

Her cold and stern words revealed murderous intent, she decided to teach her a lesson, this rebellious son who dared to rob his father for a woman, never mind marrying Guinevere before.

Now, even wanting oranges, this kind of behavior...isn't it a mess.

I can't bear it, I have to teach it a lesson.

"Father, do you think... my strength has improved over the years?" Mordred didn't care, just smiled charmingly, "In order to become a qualified king, I have been constantly sharpening myself, as long as I can improve my strength Whether it is martial arts or magic, I will study hard and have a good success."

As she spoke, she drew a rune in the void, and a flaming flame ignited between her fingers, which was the power only a magician could have.

"This time...Father, it will not be so easy for you to stab me to death again."

As she spoke, she waved her hand casually and dispersed the burning flame between her fingers.

This is the period when she learned runes from Canozaki Chengzi and traveled in Britain. She didn't just study with Merlin, during this period, she also took time to learn magic knowledge with Canozaki Chengzi.

For example, learn all the runes.

Therefore, she now thinks that she has completely surpassed her father in terms of strength, unless her father can get all the treasures and put on Avalon... holding the holy sword and the holy spear to hammer her.

However, it's a pity... Avalon, and the holy gun are no longer by the father's side.

"..."

Arturia stared at Nizi with green eyes, silently took out the 'Avalon' scabbard, then slowly inserted the holy sword back into the scabbard, and then said indifferently:

"Chengzi, I'll go back...get the Holy Spear."

As she spoke, she wanted to stand up and leave the coffee shop.

Mordred blinked his eyes, a trace of astonishment appeared on his pretty face, and he immediately realized that something was wrong. The father of Avalon, who owns the scabbard, is at the level of cheating, and he will only be beaten at that time.

So, she immediately decided to strategically change her rhetoric.

"Father, stop joking here."

"..."

Hearing this, Arturia stopped moving, turned her head to stare at Nizi quietly, and then went back to the sofa again. In fact, she didn't have to beat Mordred.

After all, no matter what... Mordred is also the king of Camelot, if she beats her... it would be too embarrassing.

"Father, actually...I'm already a little tired."

Mordred sighed softly, a trace of tiredness appeared on her mature pretty face, she curled up her sexy body slightly, sank into the hot spring a little bit, her voice was a bit vicissitudes.

"Everything will cause fatigue. I have been on the throne for so many years, and I have been able to understand how difficult it was for you, father, and understand how heavy the responsibility of the king is."

Her green eyes were full of tenderness, staring at Artoria's pretty face.

"Father, you should understand the weight of a king. Staying on the throne all the time... It's very tiring. I want to have an heir, and I don't want to be tied to the throne all the time."

"Living this way...is already suffocating me."

The soft and sincere voice reveals a kind of tiredness. Sitting on the throne for a long time has already wiped out her spiritual vitality, and she has become a little old.

No need to say much, just listen to the voice full of time.

It seems to be able to feel the depression of Mordred these years.

"..."

Artoria fell into silence, then nodded lightly and said, "If you want an heir, why did you choose Cheng Zi? Isn't there any other favorite candidate?"

"No, I have no feelings for the rest..."

Mordred smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his head slightly and said: "Probably because the memories of those years are too deep. At that time, Mr. Cheng and Mr. Merlin, I wandered Camelot together... That time is engraved in my soul."

She put her hand on the proud heart.

"The position here... has already been occupied."

"..."

Arturia nodded as if she understood, and then said her own solution: "I probably understand, after a while, I will have a child with Chengzi, so you don't have to worry about the heir."

"No, father... I can do it myself."

Waving his hand, Mordred resolutely refused, "Father, you have been away for so many years, it is difficult for a child to be recognized by people, this heir... must be mine."

"...No, have you considered my opinion?"

Suddenly, Cang Qi Chengzi was a little upset and said, "Why does it seem that you agreed, I will go to accompany you to have a child, this is based on emotional foundation."

"This is simple, I can develop a relationship with you, Master Chengzi."

Mordred smiled coquettishly: "If necessary, I can leave Avalon and come to live with you, Mr. Orange, so... can I have a relationship foundation."

"veto!"

Artoria said coldly: "As a king...you can't leave your country easily. This will easily lead to chaos in the country, and a series of troubles may arise at that time."

"No way." Shaking his head, Mordred chuckled, "The people's way of life is very stable, even if I leave for a hundred or two hundred years, it won't cause too much impact, everyone is living along their own life trajectory, Even without me, the king... the influence would not be very great."

It's not a lie, people in Camelot live a very leisurely way of life, with an extremely slow pace, and some people can even study a trivial matter tirelessly for a hundred or two hundred years.

It can be said that even if there is no queen like her... nothing serious will happen.

"Is it?"

Artoria's eyes became serious: "Since the queen's position is so easy, why... Xiao Mo, you feel so tired. This shouldn't be a heavy burden, right?"

That's right, since it's okay to throw Camelot away for a hundred or two hundred years, it shouldn't cause burnout. Why, Mordred will show a feeling of being overwhelmed.

"...this one."

Mordred turned his head and scratched his cheek: "Naturally... I was very tired before, and the accumulated burnout can't be eliminated by staying on the throne."

This is a lie, this is just perfunctory Arturia's words.

In fact, she didn't feel any burnout on the throne, and what she said just now was just...to fool her father, so that she could take advantage of Artoria's sense of responsibility as a king, so that she let go of her relationship with Aozaki Touko.

Yes, she has grown.

In the past, she would ask questions angrily, and would vent her anger, but now she will do things from a more efficient perspective.

In a word, she is now... a cunning adult who can fool her father.

Chapter 482 Are there no other heroic spirits?

Fuyuki Bridge.

Ilya slightly raised her head and looked at the sky. She couldn't help but feel a little pain in her head at the overlapping magic array and the cloaked Medea.

"Are there no other heroic spirits?!"

She questioned loudly.

That's right, she naturally recognized Medea who was wearing a cloak in the sky, that was the heroic spirit summoned by her mother Cheng Zi, and even currently working as the private secretary of Mother Cheng Zi.

Occasionally... no, the elders who often come to their house to chat.

"Yeah...they are all familiar Heroic Spirits, it's so strange!"

Rin Tohsaka couldn't help complaining loudly. As a participant in the Holy Grail War, it is naturally impossible for her not to know the existence of 'Medea'.

But why are they recycling the cards... it's people they know.

"Compared to complaining about these things, it's better to pay attention to that guy in the sky!"

On the side, Luvia stared at the sky, and said to Miyu next to her, "Let's do it, Miyu, defeat Caster, and then we'll go back."

"Well, I have a proposal!"

Suddenly, Illya scratched her delicate cheek and said a little embarrassedly: "Can you leave the next battle to me? After all, Caster has a special relationship with our family."

Everyone looked at Illya strangely. They didn't expect that this "Daughter of the Magician" would actually want to face the Heroic Spirit alone. This is not an existence that can be won casually.

Even with a top-level magic dress, it is difficult to have too much chance of winning.