"Woo-a-aa-aa! It's so painful! "Mordred's job was once again transferred to a civilian position. Lying in the middle of a large pile of copy, Mordred let out a loveless cry.

In fact, King Arthur used this job to test and train Mordred's ability to handle paperwork, which is called "Father's Training". This is the bitterness of Mordred, she is most worried about these things, and she is simply unable to deal with them.

This time, there is no Merlin who is behind the pot. As soon as he heard that Mordred had been assigned a job, Merlin slipped away under the pretext of going out to wander. At the moment, this bastard scammer may be selling the "Great Sword" in some remote part of Britain.

Mordred had to patiently review the work little by little, and in the past few days, the handwriting has become much better.

"I ...... Ahhhh......h Woohoo......" Mordred continued to wander with strange syllables in her mouth.

"Hey, Mordred, I'm coming to see you!" It was Mordred's good friend Galahad, who was also Mordred's guide to the round table.

This guy had returned to the fiefdom early when Mordred was on a mission to Ireland because he had a bad relationship with his father Lancelot. This time, Lancelot went out to work, and Galahad, who was bored in the fiefdom, hurried back to the royal capital. When I heard that Mordred had been assigned to handle paperwork, I ran over to take a look.

"How's the work going?" Galahad asked.

"I ...... It's okay. Mordred said stubbornly, "It's just too tired." ”

"Gollum~" Mordred's stomach also sounded at the right time, it was obvious that she was already hungry after staying for so long.

"Dangdang!" Galahad placed the package in his hand on the table, and when he opened it, it was full of food. "I know you like this kind of thing. These are the specialties I have brought from my own territory, you can taste them. ”

Speaking of territories, Mordred is still relatively junior in the round table, and has never had a fief of her own. However, so much credit has been made, and I heard that the reward for Mordred will be issued in this time.

"That's right." Mordred whispered to Galahad, "I remember that you and Lancelot had always had a bad relationship. Just now there was a paper about Lancelot's bounty that I had secretly thrown away. With that, Mordred pointed to the trash can behind her, and the most conspicuous place was a small crumpled ball of paper.

"Hey, hey~~" Mordred and Galahad smiled subtly. This is a communiqué vendetta, and who makes Mordred have a bad impression of these old-fashioned knights. What's more, Lancelot will green his father in the future, and Mordred says that this must not be allowed to happen.

"There's going to be a war again lately, have you heard of Mordred?" Galahad recounted what he had learned. He had just returned from the main hall, and every knight who returned to the royal capital should first go to the palace for some regular reports. It was in the main hall that Galahad learned the news, and with what he heard on the way back to the royal capital, it was basically confirmed.

"Fighting !! War" Mordred's eyes lit up when she heard this. After dealing with paperwork here for several days, Mordred was dying of pain, and the battlefield was more suitable for her.

"Don't get excited, it's just a small-scale rebellion, and you don't need to mobilize the people." Galahad patiently explained.

It was probably a small town in central Britain, and under the bewitchment of some wizards with ulterior motives, some unknown people launched a rebellion, and then coerced a small number of knights. It was just a small rebellion, but it was good news for Mordred.

Galahad's words, Mordred didn't know if he had listened to them. With war on his mind, Mordred threw the pen and ran out.

Galahad was the only one left in the room.

"Haha......" Galahad smiled awkwardly. Mordred Deqing is still so reckless~"

Looking at the mountain of paperwork on the table again, Galahad took the initiative to sit down and help Mordred deal with it. [Thinking about it, Modred Deqing wouldn't like this kind of work, otherwise I'll help her get some done, I'm such a good person~]

………… The main hall is ............

Artoria, who sat at the head of the round table, listened intently to the news of the rebellion. Because of the lack of information, it is very vague to know, but it is not a big problem to think that the rebellion launched in that remote town will not be a big problem.

The Knights of the Round Table have all they can reach, except for the knights who are out. There was a rebellion, and Artoria, as usual, convened a round table for some discussion. Galahad, because of the fatigue of running around, was exempted from this meeting to rest.

"Bang dang!" The door to the main hall was opened, and Mordred ran in like a mad dog.

"War? What war?! I'm me, I'm fighting, I'm a thief! ”

The official was interrupted and stepped aside in amusement. The other members of the Knights of the Round Table, including Artoria, all looked at Mordred in unison.

"What do you mean......" Artoria asked, slightly surprised, "do you want to take the initiative to fight the rebellion?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mordred nodded incessantly.

"Alright then, I'll send five hundred knights with you, and if it's not enough, you can recruit people locally." Artoria readily agreed, "Also, after recovering it, it will be your fiefdom, and it just so happens that your reward has not yet been issued." ”

"Really?!" Mordred is quite unexpected, and this kind of operation?

"It's true." Artoria did not tell her that she had done so much credit and had intended to place her fiefdom in the more affluent south. But since Mordred is so positive......

Father and son looked at each other, Artoria smiled, and Mordred smiled. (Poor little Mo for a second~)