"Mordred..." Anno listened to Lancelot talk about what happened during this period, murmured the name, and thought carefully.
For some reason, he cared a little about this name.
"Can you take me to see the knight Mordred, Lancelot?" Anno's hair and beard have become more gray, basically turning gray, and the black ones are gone.
"No problem, father." Lancelot had no objection. As the head of the round table, it was very normal for his father to want to meet his juniors.
"Go quickly, Lancelot."
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"Sir Mordred." Lancelot said hello to Mordred who was doing knight training.
"Sir Lancelot." Mordred put down his sword and responded breathlessly, with respect and reverence for his senior in his eyes.
"Someone wants to meet you." Lancelot smiled kindly at his junior.
"But... I'm training." Mordred's energetic voice had a hint of embarrassment.
"Well, it's my father who wants to see you." Lancelot spread his hands, "You said you always wanted to see him."
"Is that Annoqing who wants to see me?!" Mordred responded in surprise.
Of course, her father Arthur was the unshakable first person she admired, and the second person was Annuo, who dedicated his life to Britain.
As for her mother Morgan Feller, who had always instilled in her the idea of destroying Britain, although Mordred liked her, she did not respect her.
"My father is over there, come with me." Lancelot took the initiative to lead the way.
Mordred hurriedly followed.
She saw Annuo from a long distance away.
An Nuo was sitting on a bench, still wearing the same precious armor that he had worn for decades.
He is calm and quiet, like a wall or an old tree. Although he is calm, just looking at him will give people a sense of security.
He lost his youthful vigor and took on the light of the setting sun.
Mordred's eyes hidden under his helmet looked at the old knight, shining with the sight of an idol.
"You, are you Annuoqing? Are you Annuoqing who sits in the seat of disaster, performs the duties of the iron wall, has experienced countless wars, and cooperates with the king to kill the demon dragon Vortigern!"
As if meeting the little girl of her idol, Mordred trotted up to Annuo and jumped up and down.
Annuo looked at the active Mordred, feeling a little dazed.
This is not an action that a knight should make, but more like - a child?
He observed the knight who was wrapped tightly in armor and thought in his mind.
He stood up and patted Mordred on the shoulder (Anno was 187cm, Mordred was 154cm): "Young knight, since you have chosen to be the king's arm, then work hard to fight for Britain."
Mordred responded to Annuo excitedly: "Yeah! I understand, Annuo!"
After the two talked for a few more words, they separated.
Annuo couldn't help but sigh that the child born from Morgenfeller, who had been gloomy since childhood, and Artoria, who had been well-behaved since childhood, turned out to be so lively.
It's really strange.
He looked at Mordred's leaving figure and thought silently.
Lancelot came close to Annuo and sighed: "Mr. Mordred truly respects you, father. I feel a bit like that little girl Gareth towards us."