When Artoria found Mordred, Mordred was playing Grand Strategy with the Emperor on the second floor of Weber's residence.

Watching the abused rolling on the ground to vent his dissatisfaction, Mordred. This is the first time Artoria has seen Mordred be so badly messed up in a game. Mu has a way, if Mordred has a strong front anus, then her ability to coordinate the troops is simply spicy chicken!

In Mordred's words, "Miracles are a miracle of great power!!" ”

Quickly finding what it felt like to be a father, and smiling and thanking the Emperor, Weber, and the two old couples, Artoria led Mordred out.

Although his face was amiable, the hand on Mordred's neck was stiffly gripped. Mordred was carried by his father like this, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

[It seems that it is necessary to carry out the teachings of the father's dear~] Thinking like this, Artoria stared at Mordred. (It's really a father's love like a mountain~)

"Why do you get mixed up with the place? Do you know when I first found you, I almost thought you were caught and got into a fight with the rider. Artoria said expressionlessly, the more this happened, the more depressing the atmosphere became.

Being stared at by his father, Mordred retorted in a low voice: "Didn't you fight.... Besides, he invited me to play. ”

[It's not reassuring for a moment.] Artoria always felt as if her children were easily abducted. Just as he was about to educate Mordred, a strange wave of magic came out.

It came from the direction of the distant river. This kind of spell fluctuation is equivalent to the multiple chanting of ceremonial spells, and it is the kind that can only be activated by using the magic power of dozens of people. The only servant who can release such fluctuations is the marshal who is the caster position.

Artoria put Mordred down and looked solemnly at the source of the magic.

Mordred secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll clean you up when I come back, and I'll go solve the mutation first!" Artoria opened the car parked on the side of the road and sat in the driver's seat. "Get in the car!"

"Huh? Yes! Mordred hurried into the car. [In other words, there shouldn't be any problems for my father to drive...]

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Artoria drove the car, and it only took a few minutes to arrive at the source of the anomalous magic, from the vicinity of the Emperor's stronghold.

The old streets of the small mountain village are narrow and complex, and it usually takes more than 30 minutes anyway, but the riding skill completely overturns common sense and accomplishes this miracle. The silver-white hull sped through slender corners, and its speed had broken through the laws of physics.

[If I were to open it, it would be very appetizing to me.] But .....]

"Vomit...... "Mordred's eyes were full of stars, and her head was dizzy.

As she galloped onto the riverside boulevard, Artoria made a spectacular left turn and stopped the Mercedes, jumped out of the car before the gullwing doors were fully opened, and sped away towards the embankment. The dense fog that was enough to make ordinary people lose their vision could not affect her vision at all.

After Artoria had been in the fog for a long time, Mordred, who had vomited enough, barely managed to support herself and walked in.

The marshal appeared right in front of his sight, standing leisurely in the middle of the two-hundred-meter-wide river.

"Sure enough, as expected, it's a marshal. It's too arrogant, is he trying to stir up trouble? Mordred looked.

Artoria nodded, vigilantly observing the marshal's movements. He stood in the middle of a river without an island, as if he were above the water. If you look closely, you will find that the water under his feet has gathered a large number of terrifying alien shadows. Not long ago, the group of monsters that had fought in the forest now gathered at the feet of the marshal to form a dark shadow.

The marshal is performing some kind of large-scale magic. The dense fog formed by the river as its source is probably caused by the aftermath of this magical power. But not only did he not chant, he didn't even show the appearance of concentration, he just stood there carelessly, and from the magic book in his hand, a steady stream of frenzied magic swirls poured out, and the space around him became distorted as a result.

As an unconventional magic furnace, it is also a treasure that can release magic alone, and it has become an extremely dangerous murder weapon if it falls into the hands of a madman.

What will ensue is a tough battle!