Naturally, the Roman soldiers, abandoned by Stiricus, were taken prisoner by the Britons, and in despair, they did not resist anymore. It was a complete victory for the British side against the Roman invasion.

As the fleeing ships of the Romans sailed out of the shore, the British knights, exhausted after a morning of scuffle, erupted in fierce cheers.

In contrast to this joyful atmosphere, Mordred, who had suffered a penetrating wound in the left shoulder, walked towards the British barracks in the distance with Tristan's support.

"Tristan! Mordred! Gawain, who was closest to Mordred, was running over excitedly.

In the previous battle, he broke into the main position of the Roman army and fought a decisive battle with Stirricus. Had it not been for him to lure Stirrico away, Mordred would not have been able to take down the Romans' banner in one fell swoop.

As soon as the battle was over and the British victory was decided, Gawain hurried over to Mordred and Tristan.

"Haha, you guys can do it! This time it's up to you to win! Gawain said with a smile. The gratitude to the two Mordred was palpable. As for Mordred and Tristan's late return, no one would care about the credit.

If it weren't for Mordred and Tristan being too late, they might not have been able to cut down the Romans' banner at such a good time!

"Don't say anything about congratulations, Gao Wenqing, do you know where the national teacher of Merlin is?" Tristan wasn't in the mood to make small talk with Gawain. Mordred's wound, which had been pierced through her left shoulder, was still bleeding and needed urgent treatment.

"This ...... Well? Mordred was injured! Gawain then noticed Mordred, who Tristan was holding on.

"Cut!" Mordred tilted her head to the side, she didn't really want others to see her injured and weak appearance.

"That's right, it's all caused by the counterattack of the Roman boss before leaving. The spear seemed to have a positioning effect attached to it, and it couldn't be dodged. Tristan explained.

"Oh." Gawain pointed to the center of the British barracks, "Merlin is in the barracks. After the war really started, he hid in the barracks under the pretext that some improvised staff was damaged. ”

As he said this, Gawain's dislike for Merlin Tristan was deeply understood.

"Are you there, okay, thank you!" Tristan thanked Gawain and picked up Mordred and ran all the way to the barracks.

"That's really worrying me." Reassured, Gawain chased in the direction where Tristan had left.

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Merlin, who was fishing in the camp, was eating one of the legendary British black dishes, Stargazing Pie.

"Sure enough, such a comfortable day is the best~"

"Hey, Master Merlin!" Tristan rushed straight into Merlin's tent, after all, Mordred was injured and was awaiting treatment.

"Ahh w(?Д?) W" Merlin was taken aback by surprise, "Is it okay to say hello before coming in?" Good thing I didn't change my clothes here, otherwise, huh! My body is something that only little Arthur can admire. As he spoke, an unnatural sickly flush appeared on Merlin's face.

"Ahem." Tristan thought he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

“！” Merlin, who realized that he had lost his temper, straightened up and brazenly acted as if nothing had happened just now.

"I'm really sorry about this, I'll pay attention to it next time." Tristan still apologized to Merlin, and then he put Mordred on the bed in Merlin's military tent, "Well, please heal Mordred first." ”

"Oh." Merlin agreed, [My leisurely time is gone~╮( ̄▽ ̄"")╭】

Rubbing his hands together, Merlin grinned as he looked at Mordred, who had injured his left shoulder.

"Rest assured, healing is like a leek on a gar. With my Merlin's operation, I guarantee that I can't leave the root of the disease. ”

Mordred only felt a chill all over his body [Why did I listen to what you said, but I didn't dare to let you be cured?] Also, what the hell is your "miracle doctor" speech in a pharmaceutical advertisement? 】