"Modred! What exactly do you want?"

On the deck where roses are blooming, the knight who is decorating his armor with blood stares at his father who is high above.

The east has turned white, and on the horizon where water and sky meet, the winter sun is so scorching at this time.

Once upon a time, in the snow-covered Alps, someone asked this question—

"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want?"

The man hidden in the shadow of the mask could not answer. If it was impossible to say that he had no one wanted, then what he wanted... what exactly was he?

The throne? Power? Land? Or the people?

He didn't know and didn't understand what he really wanted. To be precise, the artificial man named Mordred, although he had the most noble bloodline and the greatest people at that time, had no "heart" and was the "heart" of mankind.

Although her mother, Jilubeya, is not all human, she loves a human being deeply. Mordred's father. Even though he has been through thousands of years and has experienced separation from life and death, Jilubeya's heart has not changed at all.

The witch is not a "person", she still has a "heart" and has something to love. What does Mordred love as a child of an artificial human being?

He has been confused and wandering, unable to see the other side of his life, nor does he understand the meaning of life.

Mordred Ottenia, the son of the Holy King Ottenia Holy Emperor and the Princess of the British Empire, Jilubeya, this honorable identity that is countless times higher than ordinary people cannot resolve the haze in his heart, but it brings endless darkness to his childhood.

An unfaithful son, that is, a child who is not recognized by his father, is much higher than his concubine even if he is a child born in a vain. Not only does the mother bear huge public opinion risks, but also the child, Mordred, was even more discerning.

However, because of their surprisingly similar appearance, everyone accepted Mordred's identity as the heir of the empire, but the position of this heir was obtained by his mother's sacrifice of her innocent reputation.

"I don't want this, I don't want my mother to suffer... I want those humans who mock themselves and kill their fathers to be punished and punished!"

The little boy finally opened the door to his mind. Using this seed that sprouted in hatred as the driving force for survival, the Revenge Knight Mordred was born, vowed to take revenge on mankind, vowed to return to the glorious era created by his father, and vowed to surpass his father's son - "The Lone must govern the world in the name of a tyrant! Anyone who blocks the Lone King's path will be hung!"

Pushing open the door to darkness in the medieval period, Mordred's hatred has long been distorted and he is lost on his own path to kings...

Will the power of the king make people lonely? The answer is obvious. How many people have been lost throughout the ages and lost their true hearts on the road to kings, let alone children who had no "heart". Because of the extremely short lifespan, Mordred, who would inevitably die before the age of 28, chose to kill and destroy. Standing on the ruins of one palace after another, looking down at the burnt city ruins, he laughed happily - "No one can stop the king's way of the orphan!"

Declare war on humans who despise him in the past, declare war on the world that killed his father, declare war on the order of "protecting the people" established by Orentia. Destruction is killing, killing all the enemies you can meet in front of you, leaving no living mouth, and not letting the seeds of hatred sprout in the hotbed. The cold heart has long been scarred...

Until one day, a woman asked him—“My Majesty, what exactly do you want?”

Until this moment, my eyes blinded by hatred finally saw the light, but this small glimmer was also submerged by the darkness of politics...

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"dad……"

Staring at his father who was high above, Mordred's blonde hair fluttered in the wind, and the rose-colored cloak showed a charming beauty. His back was so bleak and so deep.

At some point, tears could not stop flowing, and the emotions that wanted to burst out in my heart were hard to suppress. The white sun appeared on the horizon. At night, it belonged to the magician, and during the day, it belonged to ordinary people...Modred now cried and helped like an ordinary child.

He hated King Arthur, the aunt who sheltered his father's enemy, and believed that only he was suitable for the throne; he hated the human beings who enjoyed his father's favor but killed his father. If these maggots exist, the country would never be peaceful... He hated this world that took away his life, hated this society made with endless desires and desires... Modred, the tyrant of the revenge knight who declared war on mankind against the world and this social order system, was like a child who made mistakes at this moment.

"Modred! What exactly do you want?"

When a father and son meet, the first sentence is formulaic questioning, but it contains the concern of a father who has never seen a child.

The past time was destroyed in the dust of history. The two peerless kings, two fathers and sons who have never met, are in the same time and space, looking at each other.

The flashing eyes are sincere greetings.

"I...I just...want to live happily together..."

Sobbing and sobbing, the older boy was actually only 16 years old in his heart, which was far faster than normal humans, resulting in his mature appearance and short life.

There is no need to hide anything in front of my father. No one knows his son as good as his father. The salty sea breeze blows across the cheeks of the young Avenger and tears fly.

"Well~ You've worked very hard!"

Acknowledging him and admitting his efforts, the king, as the father of all nations, finally walked up to his own son and patted the blonde hair of his son who was almost as tall as his.

"dad!"

Rather than being a tyrant or a knight of revenge, Mordred is actually just a child who has lost his father. At this moment, he abandons his vanity and throws himself into his father's arms. Just like an ordinary family, the embrace between father and son is so warm under the rising sunlight.

Daytime is a time for human beings. At sunrise, an ordinary father and son finally crossed the thousand-year time and space to embrace each other here!

There is no king who is not lonely; there is no man who is not confused. On the road of kings, Mordred is undoubtedly a failure, but as a son, he has been recognized by the greatest father.

The world is so contradictory, and history is so joking. No one can escape the waves of history, but at this moment, the tyrant son received the most sincere love of the wise father.

Life is like a flower, love is nectar, and there is no father who does not love his son. Even if his son does many evil deeds, his chest will always be his son's safe haven.

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