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Bab 244: I have a way

Secret of Pedigree: Helm of Hidden Infidelity

Secret of Pedigree. The Noble Phantasm of Mordred. She hid her face with a helmet given to her as a set with a suit of armor by Morgan in order to prevent King Arthur and his subordinates from learning of her true identity.

It's a little like a simplified version of "For Someone's Glory: Not For One's Own Glory" from Lancelot/Berserker. The condition to negate the effects of this Noble Phantasm is solely the act of her removing her helmet on the battlefield, so it will continue to hide her stats even if she walks around normally with her face unhidden.

Perhaps due to having been enchanted by Morgan, both the helmet and armor are quite sturdy in terms of defense as well. Furthermore, "Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father" cannot be used until the helmet is removed. As a result, Mordred keeps it almost always removed after she first takes it off the time.

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Mana Burst: A

Weapons and body are infused with magical energy, this instantaneous release elevates ability. In other words, magical energy as jet propulsion. With this she is able to fight equally with the King of Knights.

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As Artoria does, Mordred impregnates her body and her weapons with magical energy. In addition, once she takes off her helmet she can raise the amount of magical power much higher. This is so high, it feels like the difference from a small stream to a jet of propulsion.

Her increased physical strength is enough to overwhelm fighters with far greater power, and even fight on an equal footing with the King of Knights who surpasses her in stats.

Artoria's physical power, which was already inferior to that of Mordred, was now causing the thrust of Drako's Saber to gather momentum and slowly begin to overcome the battle.

Unlike Artoria, Mordred cannot apply Mana Burst to her entire body. That's why her fighting style is different from that of the King of Knights. While Artoria keeps her Mana Burst at its maximum constantly, Mordred applies it for surprise attacks at maximum power.

Considering Mordred's fighting style, similar to that of a Berserker, the use of Mana Burst by Mordred is really problematic for her opponents. You never know when she will use her full power.

"Are you sure you are a Saber-class?" Artoria asked as they fought.

"Hmph, I've never been more sure," Mordred replied as she cut violently with her sword.

Artoria frowned. This fight was really problematic.

Unlike the rest of Heroic Spirits, she had never stepped foot in the Throne of Heroes. Therefore, she was unaware of Mordred's fame or any of her Noble Phantasms.

The only information she had about Mordred was what she knew when she was alive. But... those data were not very reliable at this time.

Mordred's style had not changed one bit. That wild style would never go out of Artoria's mind. Of all the knights at the Round Table, Mordred was the worst in terms of swordplay, but at the same time, she killed the most enemies. Artoria would never forget how Mordred went into battle on her own while slaughtering the enemies of Britain.

It was the skill of Mana Burst and Instinct that had guided Artoria all her life, and Mordred, her clone, was no different. Morgan had done a good job, as much as Artoria did not like Morgan's objective.

Her Noble Phantasm should be that armor and sword, Clarent. But, Mordred could have some card of triumph that she had achieved with her fame.

But... there was something that really had changed in Mordred, and there was no way that Artoria had overlooked it.

For her, who had signed the contract with Alaya at the very moment of Mordred's death, only about two weeks had passed since her fight to the death with her "son". And while the strength levels hadn't deviated much, there was one thing that had.

Mordred's skill with the sword.

While Mordred was the least skilled knight with a sword, the same could not now be said. At the Battle of Camlann, it seemed that Mordred had been training in the art of the sword for less than five years.

However, she was now much better than before. Artoria could no longer predict her attacks as easily, nor could she defend herself from her movements as she had done two weeks earlier (although to say that it was more than a millennium ago was better said).

It seemed that she had been training for many years, but it should not have been possible by following the rules of the Holy Grail War.

No, they had previously claimed that they were external agents. Therefore, she could have been summoned much earlier.

But this was not the time to think about that.

It didn't matter if Mordred was stronger or weaker.

It didn't matter how long Mordred had been summoned.

It only mattered that she was victorious in this fight, as she had always been.

Because she was the King who did not know defeat.

Her sword said so.

Excalibur: Sword of Promised Victory

"Saber is having a tough time," Irisviel commented slightly.

Although, as much as she wanted to appear calm, she obviously wasn't.

The variable known as Mordred and her Master (who had not yet given his name) was something Kiritsugu had not considered.

Irisviel, who knew Kiritsugu's meticulous plans, knew that this strange and unexpected variable that had appeared out of nowhere could make these plans fall apart.

"Are you really willing to die for someone else's dream that you know is going to fail?"

"... huh?"

Irisviel didn't expect Drako's question, as sudden as it was shocking. For a moment, thinking about what Drako had said before, Irisviel really wondered if a dream destined to be thwarted was worth dying for.

But, she finally shook her head. A pitiful smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"I am destined to die, no matter what my wishes are," she said. "My death is inevitable. That being the case, I prefer to give my life for the person I love and his ideals."

Drako nodded.

That was the answer he expected from Irisviel.

"Even if that dream ends up destroying the lives of the two people you love," he asked slightly.

"What do you mean?" Irisviel didn't hesitate to grab Drako's arm. "Explain yourself, please!"

Drako sighed and pulled Irisviel aside to look at her better in the eyes. Her crimson pupils really did look like rubies.

"Do you think old Einzbern will let Kiritsugu into the castle if he fails?"

Drako watched in amazement as the little color in Irisviel's skin faded.

"How do you think Illya would react?" Drako asked again, not giving Irisviel time to respond. "In ten years, the Holy Grail will call a war again. I think it goes without saying who the Einzberns would send to participate in this war, who would become the next sacrifice."

"And how do you think Kiritsugu would feel about not being able to see his daughter again? For five years, he will visit the castle several times each year only to be turned away. Afterward, he will die without being able to talk to his daughter once more."

*Thud*

Irisviel fell to her knees.

If everything this stranger said was true... then Illya could not escape from the destiny of being a Homunculus created by the Einzberns either. Everything she and Kiritsugu had planned, trained, and sacrificed for was going to fail.

All for nothing.

"It can't be..." She muttered.

Her eyes sank into a dark pit of despair.

For a moment, she saw herself reflected in the dark well. As if in a mirror, a version of her dressed in dark clothes looked at her with a sadistic smile.

A chill ran through Irisviel's body.

What this man was saying was right. That person she was seeing was real, and he was inside her. He was the manifestation of the corruption of the grail.

The god created for the sins of mankind, All the World's Evils.

Angra Mainyu.

Could she escape this darkness?

Irisviel could not take her eyes off her counterpart. It was inevitable that they would attract each other as if they were two opposing poles.

But... something blocked her vision. Something cut the connection between the two magnets.

It was a hand.

Irisviel raised her head to see the person who had extended his hand to her, finding a smile that was not much different from that of her counterpart, but that had strangely calmed all her anxiety.

"I have a way to save yours and your daughter's life ."


Bab 245: Your experience is limited

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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