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Chapter 242: "That way, wouldn't the wars end?"

"Master, where are we going?"

"To the beach."

"Huh? What are we going to the beach for? I didn't bring my swimsuit," Mordred said as she made a confused face. "Ouch! Master!"

Drako hit Mordred's head when he heard her comment. It was necessary, something that had come out of instinct.

Was this idiot thinking of going to the beach to swim?

"Idiot, we're going to fight," Drako said. "Tonight, one of the more important events of this war is going to happen, so I hope you're ready to fight several Servants."

"Oh, are several Servants going to meet?" Mordred asked curiously. "How many of them?"

"The vast majority," Drako answered. "Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer, and Berserker will be actively present, while Assassin will be watching in the shadows."

A smile appeared on Mordred's innocent face. This was why she had waited so long, to fight the Servants in the war and proclaim herself the victor.

As they advanced into the Fuyuki dusk, Drako turned to look at Mordred.

"What is your dream?" The dragon asked.

"Why do you ask that, Master?" Mordred asked in reply. "I told you that my dream is to repeat my father's test, pulling the sword from the rock. Thus I will prove that I too can be the king of Britain."

Yes, Drako already knew that. After all, one could say that Drako knew Mordred very well even before he summoned her. Fate/Apocrypha had shown him all of Mordred's faces, so how her innermost thoughts.

Well, almost four years with her had also made Drako get to know her much better. That's why Drako couldn't hold back; he wanted Mordred to accept her true desire.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Drako asked.

"Of course," Mordred said. "I have to prove my father wrong, that I can be a king."

They had already arrived at the beach as they spoke. It's not as if they were walking, but running at high speeds. That's why it had only taken them a few minutes to get to this one.

"Have you ever thought of showing your father in person?" Drako asked Mordred seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"We're here," Drako didn't answer Mordred's question. "Don't do anything until I tell you to. This is an order."

"Yes, Master," Mordred answered without hesitation.

They arrived at the beach, where they found two women talking. Mordred thought the platinum-haired woman was special, but her gaze was fixed on the one dressed as a butler.

Although she looked like a boy... Mordred knew she was a woman. There was no doubt about it. She was never, ever going to forget that person.

"Master, let me fight," Mordred muttered, her face hidden by her bangs as she was bending over.

"Of course, I wouldn't have brought you if you weren't going to fight," Drako replied with a smile as he stroked Mordred's head. "How about this surprise? Didn't you want a chance to show that person what you're worth?"

"Thank you very much, Master. I really didn't expect this," Mordred said as she raised her head, a crazy smile on her face. "But I really appreciate it."

They approached Irisviel and Saber. The Servant was unable to sense the presence of the two as Drako was using [Stealth]. Still, it did not seem to last long as Mordred was broadcasting an intense assassination attempt.

Irisviel was talking to Artoria.

"It's true, but..."

"And what if he is not a Servant?" A man's voice caught them off guard.

"Who is there?" Artoria asked as she turned in the direction of the voice.

Her gaze was fixed on us, though she was shocked to see Mordred.

"You are..." Artoria's gaze was fixed on the woman. "Irisviel, get back!"

"What's happening?" Irisviel asked as she turned in the same direction as Artoria. "Who are you?"

Irisviel's gaze was also fixed on Mordred.

"Saber?" She asked unconsciously.

No, Irisviel realized that this person was not Artoria. Although her physical appearance was the same, the girl's own aura was not the same as Saber's. Her attitude, posture, and gestures were entirely different from those of the Knight King.

"Irisviel," Drako called the homunculus by her name, surprising her. "I don't think we should get involved in a father-son talk."

"You... how do you know my name?" Irisviel asked.

"I know many things, many of which affect you or your relatives that you have no idea about," Drako said. "I want to talk to you about something important, so why don't we step back a little?"

Irisviel was confused by what was happening but still nodded her head.

"Come on," she said before walking away from the beach.

"Irisviel!" Artoria called her. "Don't walk away from me, or I won't be able to protect you."

Saber was worried.

This man... he gave her an aura similar to her own, which made her feel that they both shared something in common. That's why she couldn't trust him. This boy was dangerous.

"Don't worry, King of Knights," Drako told her. "Irisviel is someone very important to the outcome of this war, so I won't let anything bad happen to her."

"How do I know you won't try to take her for yourself?" Artoria asked.

"I understand your concern, and Irisviel is fundamental to your goals," Drako said, making Saber shudder. "For you to have your wish, she has to die, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but..."

"Master said not to worry, so you don't have to worry," Mordred interrupted. "We're not interested in this Holy Grail."

Mordred's words calmed Artoria down a bit, but did not end up reassuring her. She knew who the woman in front of her was, more than anyone else. And that's why she couldn't believe his words.

"Well, it's not like you can stop me if I really want to take Irisviel," Drako said in a nonchalant tone as he followed Irisviel, leaving Mordred alone with Artoria.

Mordred and Artoria looked at each other. The tension was palpable in the air.

"What are you doing here, Mordred?" Artoria asked. "I am the Servant Saber. Have you degraded yourself so much that you are a Berserker?"

Even now, Artoria remained calm. Mordred hated that, she was still the same unemotional king. The same king who couldn't understand people.

"I am a Servant of the Saber-class too," Mordred said confidently.

Saber frowned. "That is not possible; there is only one Saber in each war."

"Master has already said we are not interested in this war," Mordred said. "We don't belong in this war. We are outside agents."

"I see," Artoria nodded, understanding Mordred's situation. Although she found the whole situation very odd, she didn't give it much thought. "So, what is your objective?"

An unpleasant smile appeared on Mordred's face.

"To kill you."

"How do you know my name?" Irisviel asked Drako.

"I told you, I know many things," Drako said with a smile. "All the details of the Servants of this war, their Masters, their backgrounds, and even their best-kept secrets."

"That's... very hard to believe," Irisviel said.

Drako understood that Irisviel would doubt the credibility of his words.

"How is Illya?" Drako asked.

This was his secret weapon. No one outside of Castle Einzbern should know of Irisviel's daughter's existence.

"You...!" Irisviel exclaimed in shock.

"Do you believe me now?" Drako asked. "I know everything; that's why I can say that Kiritsugu's dream is doomed to failure."

Irisviel was silent for a few seconds.

"The Holy Grail can grant Kiritsugu's wish..."

"It can't," Drako shook his head. "If it were a regular Holy Grail War, then... I might have a chance. And even then, it's very difficult to make it happen."

"It can't be..."

"Tell me, does Kiritsugu know an exact way to fulfill its dream?"

Once again, Irisviel was silent.

"The Holy Grail has a way to fulfill Kiritsugu's dream," she finally responded.

"That's right, but this Holy Grail is corrupt. It was the Einzberns who took care of that," Drako informed her to Irisviel's shock. "Stop the wars in this world... to do that, the grail will eradicate the humans."

"It can't be; that's not Kiritsugu's wish!"

"No, it is," Drako shook his head. "That way, wouldn't the wars end?"


Chapter 243: Saber vs Saber

Mordred and Artoria were staring at each other.

Father and son, or mother and daughter. It was difficult to describe the relationship between these two individuals.

Mordred initially admired Artoria as the "perfect King" and tried to defend the King's name from slander.

However, there was one event in Mordred's life that turned everything around.

This is when a third character crucial to understanding the father-son/mother-daughter relationship enters the picture. And this is none other than the Knight King's sister, Morgan le Fay.

In an attempt to dethrone Artoria, Mordred was conceived by Morgan. The only reason why Mordred existed was to inherit Artoria's throne.

Mordred felt ashamed of her twisted birth, unconsciously acting jealous of normal people, and, with the special innocence that children possess, she worshipped the "perfect king." Given a helmet she was told never to remove in front of others, she was eventually sent to Camelot under Morgan's recommendation, and through a presentation of her own superb swordsmanship, became one of the Knights of the Round Table. She was given her sword despite her unknown origins because of her abilities and straightforward mental chivalry.

She protected the way of the knights much like that which could only be found in picture books, working hard daily in being the ideal knight, all while hiding her dislike of others. In the end, even that innocence was shattered by Morgan, who revealed the secrets of her birth. She learned of her parentage and was told that the King didn't know either. Morgan tried to instill that the King would never accept such a filthy child, but she was, while shocked, wrapped in joy. While not a proper human being, sharing the same blood as the King, being the "son" of a superior king, she was proud of the fact that she was not human. She felt that in name, reality, mind, and body that she was fit to be the true successor of the King of Knights.

She went without having the slightest feelings of rebellion, spurred on by the truth, and approached the King with delight. Raised without a father, the King was the very form of a godlike "father" to her, but Artoria rejected her very clearly. She said that, while Mordred is certainly born from her and her sister's plotting, that she will not recognize Mordred as her "son" or give her the throne. Mordred believed that it was all due to the King's hatred for Morgan, that it would be impossible for her "son" to be accepted. Thinking that was the reason her title was the weakest, believing that no matter how hard she tried, even if she excelled over everyone, that the King would forever view her as a dirtied child from the moment she was born from Morgan, her great love for the king up until then made her hatred burn.

Mordred began to use her magical power, and her characteristic heavy armor covered her body. In her right hand appeared her sword, Clarent, and she pointed it at Artoria.

Artoria was not left behind, and she too began to circulate her magical power. Lighter armor appeared on what was once the uniform of a butler, and in her right hand lay the famous sword, Excalibur.

"Sigh..." Artoria sighed unconsciously. "How many times do I have to tell you? As much as your heavy armor intimidates, it is useless against opponents of great caliber. You should wear armor according to your short stature, Mordred."

"Shut up!" Mordred shouted. "You're nobody to tell me anything! You're just a fallen king!"

A twinge of pain passed through Artoria's face. Mordred's comment had hurt.

"Let's get this over with, Mordred," Artoria said. "Let's end this damn battle."

"Yes, we agree on something, Fallen King," Mordred replied from under her helmet.

A second later, they both disappeared.

Mordred lunged mercilessly at Artoria, delivering swift and powerful blows at the Knight King.

"Although she has no refined style, I have to admit that her blows are more powerful than mine," Artoria thought as she deflected each and every one of Mordred's blows.

The battle seemed to be advancing in slow motion in Drako's eyes, even though the two women were moving at exorbitant speeds.

"So this is a battle between Servants," Irisviel muttered. "I can hardly see any movement."

"Yes, it's an interesting battle," Drako said.

"Can you see what is happening?" Irisviel asked, pleasantly surprised.

"Of course," Drako smiled, "Mordred wouldn't call me 'Master' if I wasn't strong enough."

"So that's how it is," Irisviel murmured. "However, I did not expect Mordred to be like this."

"If Artoria is a girl, Mordred, who is her clone, is a girl," Drako responded. "It would be strange if she were a boy in that case, wouldn't it?"

"Is Mordred a clone? I thought because her parents are siblings, she looked so much like them," Irisviel commented.

"No, like you, Mordred is a homunculus," Drako resolved the Einzbern woman's doubt.

"I see..." Irisviel began to feel a kind of connection with Mordred.

Actually... shouldn't Mordred be about the same age as Irisviel?

As homunculi grow faster than humans, they have a shorter life expectancy than humans. However, physical growth does not mean mental maturity.

"She was just a child!" Irisviel came to the realization of something.

"That's right, Mordred was only 9 years old when she found out that Artoria was her 'father,' the same age she was when she was rejected by her," Drako said. "The famous final battle that destroyed the Knight King's Britannia was nothing more than the tantrum of a child who had been abandoned by her parents."

Drako oversaw the battle. Mordred was the weakest of the Knights of the Round Table for a reason. Even if her stats exceeded Artoria's, it was difficult to know if she could defeat the strongest Saber or not.

And the problem was even more remarkable when Artoria's stats were superior to Mordred's.

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[Mordred]

Race: Human/Servant (Homunculus)

Status: Normal

Lv: 49/100

Strength: 7063

Defense: 4594

Magic: 4055

Agility: 3929

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[Artoria]

Race: Human/Servant

Status: Normal

Lv: 50/100

Strength: 6951

Defense: 8688

Magic: 8688

Agility: 8688

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Why did Artoria have more level than Mordred?

And her stats... were overwhelmingly superior. Drako already knew that Artoria's parameters were far superior to Mordred's; he didn't expect her to double up on several of them.

Fortunately, Mordred's armor was very powerful. It is said that even Tristan fired at Mordred's back and she didn't even feel contact with her skin, and can even withstand Frankenstein's Noble Phantasm boosted by a command spell.

But, Artoria was beginning to gain the upper hand. Slowly, Mordred was forced to remain on the defensive, something she hated. Artoria was beginning to dominate the fight.

But, Drako had noticed something.

"Mordred," Drako called her.

"I'm busy, Master!" She shouted back. "I'm asking you to stay away from this."

"I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to hold back. You have nothing to hide."

Inside her helmet, Mordred opened her eyes wide and smiled. Immediately, she took a few steps back and removed her helmet, showing her face to her opponent.

"Okay, Master," Mordred smiled. "This time, I'm going all out."

Red lightning began to flow through Mordred's body, covering all the way to Clarent. Immediately, she fired at Artoria at a much higher speed than before.

"What just happened?" Irisviel asked.

"As long as Mordred hides her face, she can't show her true power," Drako said. "That is the curse of the girl who was forced to hide her face from others."

Now, the fight between Mordred and Artoria had come to a head.


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