Chapter 189: The Strong-Willed Mordred
"I heard from my mother that waiting alone is very lonely. But when I was waiting just now, it wasn't like that—
It was as if I was madly waiting for someone, feeling very happy to spend time waiting for my father... I thought I could endure it a little longer... but in the end, I found I couldn't suppress it..."
Mordred spoke in a tone unlike before.
That eager emotion was the true essence.
"Perhaps from the moment my mother brought me to Camelot, no, even before I saw you parading with the knights, I was already in love with you."
Mordred felt shy, her heart racing.
Her ears were as red as if they were bleeding.
"Um..."
Listening to her heartfelt words, the first feeling that arose in Moran's heart was cuteness.
Then, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
He had always regarded Mordred as a daughter, but now there was a passionate impulse within him, like a thirst for blood.