Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 132 - : Eradicating Internal Strife, Planning the Expedition

[They basically have the same face]

[It's normal for Mordred to resemble Artoria, as they share a close blood relationship]

[As you walked]

[You felt your fingers being tugged. Turning your head, you saw Mordred, nervous like a startled cub, quickly retract her hand]

[Her fair face was flushed red]

[Seeing this, you smiled gently and extended your hand to Mordred]

"Some things, if you don't say them, people won't understand. Whatever you want to do, Mordred, just tell me."

"Father... can I hold your hand?"

"Of course."

Moran took her small hand.

Something as simple as this, which would be normal for any child, she approached with such nervousness and anticipation.

Thinking of the cold and stern Morgan.

Though he knew her core was that of a gentle witch, the aura she projected was like a steep iceberg.

As a child, Mordred.

Probably found it hard to act spoiled with such a mother.

In that case, he would fulfill his duty as a father.

"Hmm..."

Mordred lowered her head without a word.

But her small hand tightened slightly.

It was as if she had finally found the safe harbor she had been searching for. For a moment, she felt this was too blissful to be real.

[She slightly raised her head, looking up at you]

[As they entered the town, the people's admiration for you]

[And the radiance you possessed]

[Combined with the warmth she had longed for]

[She had never been so certain in her life that the decision she made was the right one][Mordred liked this Father]

[Camelot began to reorganize its army]

[Britain still had foreign enemies. Before dealing with the Romans, they needed to settle the Saxons]

[Preparations were thorough in every aspect]

[All that was needed was King Arthur's order, and they would march]

[Under your and Artoria's leadership, the foreign tribes were gradually pushed to their limits, and the final battle was approaching]

[The location was Mount Badon]

[The Saxons were preparing for their final assault]

[The number of foreign tribes was several times that of the knights. They had all been driven from the continent. It could be said that the entire Saxon population had been thrown into this war of invasion]

[They had an absolute advantage in numbers]

[Anyone would think this was a battle they would lose. Camelot's forces were less than half of the enemy's]

[However, this was just an overthought]

[The battle ended with the King's victory]

[With the overwhelming result of destroying 40% of the enemy forces, the foreign tribes were forced to surrender. Camelot's casualties were minimal]

[The blood-soaked Saxons lost their will to fight. They swore that as long as King Arthur lived, they would never set foot on British soil again]

[——This was the inevitable result]

[With the protection of the Holy Sword and the Red Dragon, along with the Round Table Knights, the enemy had no chance of winning]

[All the knights fought for victory]

[You and Artoria were responsible for formulating all the strategies and making decisions, without a single mistake]

[The Round Table was at its peak]

[Even if the Roman Empire were the enemy, Camelot would not show a hint of fear or hesitation]

[After leaving Camelot for a year]

"A great victory! The Picts have surrendered! Even those damned Saxons have been driven out!"

"We need to hurry back and tend to the fields! Ever since Camelot was built, my crops have been thriving!"

"Yes, my family is waiting for me!"

[You and Artoria stood on a small hill, listening to the soldiers' cheers of victory in the distance]

[The Saxons had been driven out of Britain]

[All the warriors who could fight had died on the battlefield. What remained were the weak, the elderly, and the women]

[They were a foreign tribe with no place to call home. Having failed in their invasion of Britain, their tribe no longer had any fighting strength]

[Their fate in the Middle Ages was predictable]

[They would likely go extinct in this era]

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"With the Saxons and Picts defeated, the only threat left to Britain is Rome. Artoria, your resolve hasn't changed?"

"It hasn't. We'll confront them on land before they set sail. We'll strike first, then negotiate."

Artoria smiled.

It was unclear whether it was because of the victory in this war or her confidence in the future battle with the Romans.

"You're as stubborn as ever. But that's fine. Rome is currently looking down on Britain. They think we're exhausted from fighting the Saxons and are secretly rejoicing, planning to reap the benefits. We'll use our strength to slap them in the face."

Moran hadn't done much in this war.

He and Agravain now held the position of strategists. Even if he wanted to act, Artoria wouldn't allow it.

The reason was that mere barbarians.

Didn't require the dragon who protected Britain to intervene.

The real reason was simpler. Artoria wanted to protect Moran as much as possible.

She knew that the more he used his power.

The more the world would target him, and the faster he would lose himself as his essence dried up.

Artoria's protective instincts were growing stronger.

Like a girl holding onto a keepsake, unwilling to let anyone harm it.

She had the dominance of a king.

And the willfulness of a woman.

"That's right, slapping those Romans in the face and making them fall flat on their backs is the most satisfying. We've also got years of grievances to air, and we won't hold back. We'll make sure they're driven far away. After that, while they're still in shock, we'll propose terms and make them sign a peace treaty."

Artoria had been taught by Moran.

So their thoughts aligned perfectly.

[For now, they would enjoy the fruits of this victory. Once they returned to Camelot, they would continue preparing for the next war]

[Currently, the blessing of the Golden Fleece still remained]

[She must seize the time to eliminate external threats before seeking other ways to save Britain]

[Artoria believes]

[As long as she finds enough mystery of sufficient scale]

[She can free you from the pain of losing your essence]

[However, she is unaware of the full picture]

[You once told Merlin not to reveal the truth, as it is an unchangeable outcome, and there is no need to tarnish the glory of King Arthur].