No one knew Mordred's weaknesses better than she did.
Her skill with the sword was inferior to that of the other Knights of the Round Table. She knew this very well. Gawain defeated her easily, even when they fought in the night. That's why she had developed that brutal style, where her skill with the sword did not decide victory or defeat.
Still, Mordred knew that this was very important.
Years ago, when Drako gave Mordred permission to travel to the territory that was once known as Britain, she met a boy named Arthur Pendragon.
He was a descendant of the Pendragon family, although Mordred did not know who. Probably, since this world was different from his, he really was the descendant of the real Arthur Pendragon.
For Mordred, this was not really important. All she thought at the time was that she had a cute little brother and a cute little sister (even though she hated that Le Fay shared part of her mother's name).
Mordred, trying to prove her skills as a Big Sis, challenged Arthur to a fight. Which, obviously, ended with Mordred winning.
But she knew better than anyone else that, if their strength levels were the same, there was no way she could have defeated Arthur.
His skill with the sword was exquisite, perhaps at the level of Gawain and Lancelot. No, perhaps he was even superior.
If the Arthur Pendragon that Mordred had known in the world of DxD was the true son of the Arthur Pendragon of Mordred's world, there was no doubt that Britain would not have fallen that way.
At first, Mordred was a bit down in the dumps thinking about this. But, she soon realized that this was an opportunity.
A chance to improve and get to the next step.
During the time Mordred was in England, she was challenging him daily under the guise of helping Arthur improve. Of course, not forgetting Shirone's training (to which Arthur contributed).
Even when she returned to Japan, she never stopped training. And once Drako gained the skill with the sword, her training intensified greatly.
Speaking of that skill... Blessing of Martial Arts...
It was really annoying that her master could use the sword better than she could by only receiving one skill. Not only that, but he had even greater skill in any kind of martial art.
Thanks to the Blessing of Martial Arts skill, Drako now had the knowledge of the Ramayana's protagonist, one of the two major epic poems from India. This is none other than Rama, one of the reincarnations of the god Vishnu.
Mordred was really grateful that her Master had such good skills, as she took advantage of it for much better. In a short period of time, both had improved a lot. Mordred had elevated her swordsmanship skills, while Drako had become accustomed to Rama's ability.
Now it was time to demonstrate that improvement.
If there was anyone Mordred could not lose to, it was the King who had never known defeat.
Meanwhile, Irisviel was watching Drako's hand.
Unconsciously, she extended her hand to Drako, ready to accept his proposal.
But, all this was too sudden.
Irisviel stepped back and rose gently, just as a noble lady would.
"I see," Drako nodded, understanding Irisviel's intentions.
"I apologize for my appearance earlier," Irisviel bowed elegantly to him. "Please let me consider your proposal. I am sure I will be able to give you a satisfactory answer."
"I hope so," Drako nodded before turning his head in the completely opposite direction. "By the way, what should we do with that one there?"
"An enemy Servant?"
"Yes."
Unconsciously, Irisviel had stopped considering Drako an enemy.
Drako had already detected a presence approaching, but it had stopped about 100 meters away. It seemed that the Stealth that Drako was using to cover the fight between Mordred and Artoria could only be hidden up to this point.
Obviously, Drako knew who this person was.
Lancer should have felt Artoria's presence, as Servants summoned by the Holy Grail can be felt more easily by each other. Mordred had been able to hide from Artoria because her body was physical, while the Servants are still spiritual manifestations.
"It seems that he wants to join the fight," Drako commented. "But it seems to me that this does not benefit either of us."
Letting Mordred show her appearance to Irisviel and Artoria was because they were going to recognize the Servant anyway. It made no sense to limit Mordred's abilities while fighting an opponent who already knew her identity.
"Hmm. How bold. Does he really dare to interrupt this fight?"
Without a trace of tension in her voice, Irisviel remained calm as she responded. It seemed that even after seeing Mordred's power, she still had faith in Artoria.
"He seeks a fight, but his personality does not allow him to interrupt a battle between two knights. In that respect, he is similar to Artoria".
Drako turned his gaze to the fight, which did not seem to have a quick outcome. In a battle like this, the first one to make a mistake will be the one who dies. And this time, Artoria didn't have the sacred spear to kill Mordred easily.
"Mordred, stop," Drako said slightly.
"Huh?" Irisviel looked at Drako in surprise.
Was he going to distract Mordred at such a key moment in the battle?
That could end in the death of the Servant!
"Yes, Master."
Contrary to Irisviel expectations, Mordred stepped back easily. The helmet that had earlier been removed from her armor reappeared, covering her face once again.
"Don't be surprised; neither of them was fighting with the intention of killing," Drako explained to Irisviel.
"But..."
Irisviel was sure that she had felt a strong intention to kill from the very first moment.
"Your experience is very limited, Irisviel. You have to learn to differentiate between the intention to kill and the intention to fight to the death. Both were willing to die in this fight, but neither really wanted to kill the other one."
Irisviel looked at the two Servants, who were approaching them after Drako ended the fight. Artoria had also ended the fight once Mordred had retired, returning to normal.
"So, shall we accept the challenge?"
Mordred asked as she looked in the direction of Lancer's presence.
"Yes, I'm going to take it," Drako responded.
"Huh, so I'm going to fight another Servant," Mordred muttered.
"No, I am going to fight."
They all looked at Drako in surprise, except for Mordred. She was the only one who knows her Master's power, after all.
He only smiled.
"I am not so weak. I can fight a Servant without a problem."
As Drako and company advanced in the direction of Lancer, the rest of the Servants and Masters prepared to make their appearance at the Holy Grail War.
One of the main events was about to begin!
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The west corner of the park by the sea is prolonged by a run of boring warehouses. The block, which had a port layout, also had a wall separating the eastern industrial area from Shinto. At night, pedestrian traffic ceases, and street lights shine uselessly on the asphalt, even as the scene becomes even more empty. Unmanned cranes were turned towards the dark sea, like a fantastic group of enormous fossilized dinosaurs.
Certainly, this is an appropriate place for Servants who must face it hidden from public view.
The group reached the place where the enemy was finally showing himself, without fleeing or hiding. The tall shadow standing in the middle of the empty street emitted an extraordinary amount of prana, clearly showing that he was much more than human.
"Mordred, protect Irisviel."
"All right, Master."
"We will observe for the time being," Irisviel said.
Drako stepped forward while the other three lagged behind.
Facing each other, the two were barely 10 meters apart.
Finally, this was the first real fight Drako was going to have against a Servant. Now it was time to determine if he could compare himself to a normal Servant (Artoria doesn't count as a normal Servant).
Therefore, Drako did not hesitate to use the Inspect Status skill.
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[Diarmuid Ua Duibhne]
Race: Heroic Spirit/Servant
Lv: 50/100
Strength: 4665
Defense: 3498
Magic: 2332
Agility: 11662
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As expected, Lancer, like Artoria, was level 50. However, as Drako expected, he was much weaker than Artoria in terms of Stats. Except for that terrifying agility, all of his statistics were unimpressive.
Although, if this Diarmuid were in DxD, he would be considered a very powerful existence. After all, that agility is on the level of the gods.
But, Lancer should never reach this level of power in Nasuverse. This was all because of the arrangements Sage had made. Although Drako didn't know how that entity had achieved it (it was probably something the old man had left behind), the power levels of this world had increased more than Drako had expected.
But that was okay.
No, in fact, it was perfect.
With the agreement Drako had reached with Sage, not only was he going to gain much more experience from being the enemy much stronger than it should be, but all that experience was going to be multiplied by 2.
Focusing on his opponent, Drako watched him carefully.
Diarmuid was a handsome man with long, fickle hair combed backward. The spear next to him, about six feet tall and even taller than himself, was one of his Noble Phantasms: Gae Dearg. His other Noble Phantasm, Gae Buidhe, was being carried by his left hand. This one was a little shorter, about 1.40 meters.
The two spears were tightly clipped from the handle to the tip with a cloth that looked like an amulet, hiding the shaft. This is the countermeasure to avoid revealing the Noble Phantasm's true name.
The spears, being longer than their backs, are usually used with both hands. Although if a two-sword style could be used, especially if they are short, it is very rare to find someone who uses two spears to fight.
The two spear style, taking into account that both are Noble Phantasm (and the effects that these Noble Phantasm have), together with Diarmuid's high agility, make him an opponent capable of facing Artoria without not many problems.
Although, if she were to use her characteristic Noble Phantasm, there would be no doubt that Diarmuid would be reduced to ashes.
"It is good that you come. All the Servants who were walking in the city today have only cowered far away. You are the only ones brave enough to respond to my invitation."
Although Diarmuid was speaking to Drako, his attention was focused on Artoria.
It seems that he wanted to fight the Servant, and the others did not matter.
"I must disappoint you, Lancer. But your fight is not with the Servant back there, but with me."
Diarmuid frowned.
"Besides, it is a mole you have that would influence too much a battle against a woman. Would you not rather have a fair fight against a man?"
Drako's arrogant and provocative smile was a lethal weapon he had. It was nothing more than his natural smile, but his own nature influenced that smile so that it could only be interpreted in one way.
With his smile, Drako showed the world that no one is important enough to him. Only the Nephalem Dragon rose to the top.
"Hoh, so you want a fair battle. It is my honor to face such a proud opponent, even though he is not as strong as a Servant."
Exaggerating, Lancer responded with a quiet smile. It was a smile that is only for those who desire a perfectly frontal life-and-death battle.
"What are you doing, Lancer?"
An amplified voice was heard throughout the place.
"Don't worry, Master. I will finish this man quickly and begin my battle against the Servant."
The voice did not respond to Diarmuid's words, indicating that he agreed.
Drako only smiled; he did not think well of a master who was hiding from the battle. Although there are several such Masters in this war, at least this Master was not so contemptible with Tohsaka and Kirei.
Well, there wasn't a Master that Drako liked in this war. Although Waver Velvet is the exception.
"You seem to be underestimating me, Lancer," Drako commented. "Maybe you should be a little more careful."
"You are certainly strong," Diarmuid acknowledged. "But you are not on the level of the Servants."
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[Drako] (Human Form)
Race: Great Dragon King
Lv: 118/250
Strength: 1612
Defense: 1425
Magic: 1787
Agility: 3000
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As Diarmuid said, Drako's stats in his human form were quite inferior to those of a Servant.
But... that was without using his boosters.
By catalyzing the most powerful flames, Scathe of Branches (the name of this ability was changed after reaching the Lostbelt in the FGO of NA, formerly Branche Destruction.), around his entire body, Drako doubled his physical capabilities. Thus, he achieved the power he should have in his dragon form.
Feeling the increased power in Drako's body, everyone except Mordred was surprised. Now, he could be considered a weak Servant in terms of statistics.
But, this was not all.
Channeling his touki, Drako again amplified his statistics by 80 percent. This was thanks to his training, as he had managed to raise his skill to level 8.
But that wasn't all.
Drako's body shone, and black armor appeared covering his body. His previous casual clothes had completely disappeared, leaving the armor covering his entire body except for his neck and head.
"That's... dragon scales?" Artoria asked when she saw the armor.
"I don't know," Mordred responded. "Master had never shown me that armor before."
A glow appeared in Drako's right hand, and a sword appeared in his hand. The sword, though it seemed to be dull, seemed perfect in Drako's hands.
"Who exactly is he?" Artoria murmured.
All equipped and ready for battle, Drako stepped forward with his arrogant smile.
"Then, we can start at any time."
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[Drako]
Race: Great Dragon King
Lv: 118/250
Strength: 5805
Defense: 5130
Magic: 6435
Agility: 10800
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