The ancient Romanian city of Sighișoara.

After 1,500 years, the legend is reproduced and the battle of the sword fence is repeated.

No one expected this to happen, Mordred didn't, Artoria didn't, and not even the one that caused it.

King Arthur, Artoria pinned her child Mordred against the wall, never letting go no matter how much Mordred struggled.

Mordred even thought about using the horns on his helmet to top it, but the height of the two of them determined that the horns could only reach the shoulders at most, not the neck and head.

It wasn't until this time that Mordred, who was carried away by all kinds of intense emotions, realized that something was wrong—when did the father in his memory become so tall? Shouldn't he be as tall as himself? (both 154cm)

The hatred and anger surging in her chest gradually faded, and the IQ affected by the "monkey wisdom subtraction" once again occupied the high ground, and she finally realized the status quo.

"I ...... Did you lose? Lost to my father, again. ”

Finding that the force coming from his body was gradually weakening, Artoria couldn't help but reduce his strength, although the suppression posture did not change.

Mordred removed the helmet and the Noble Phantasm he had received from his mother, Morgan, to reveal his face identical to that of King Arthur except for his hairstyle.

This is the second time she's done so.

For the first time, it was she who took the initiative to confess her life experience to her father.

Disillusioned with Mordred, Morgan reveals the secret of his origins - the fact that he was the son of an immoral created by King Arthur and Morgan. and the words that are both prophetic and cursed: "King Arthur did not know that you were her child, and even if he did, he would not approve of this filthy fact." ”

Mordred was devastated but also overwhelmed with unparalleled euphoria.

He is not really human, he is a child of the same blood as the king. No, since being the concubine of the king who surpasses all mankind, it is an honor to be a man and not a man, and to be the heir of the king, it is simply worthy of the name, body and mind. Mordred was ecstatic and asked the king. For him, who did not know his father's love since he was a child, King Arthur's "father" posture has been equated with God.

But when she came to the king, took off her helmet, and said everything, expecting to be recognized. But the king ruthlessly refused.

"I see. Although it was my sister's trick, you are indeed my child. However, I am not prepared to admit it, nor will I entrust the throne to you. ”

"Really...... Why I had to sit at the bottom of the round table – I finally understood. ”

King Arthur was disgusted with her sister Morgan. So how could Mordred, as her child, be approved by the king.

No matter how hard she tried, even better than anyone else, Mordred was already scorned by King Arthur the moment she was born, and she was the son of evil that had defiled her life.

The more you stand on the top of the towering clouds, the more painful it is when you fall. For Mordred, it was the shift from hope to despair, which in turn ignited a fire of hatred for King Arthur.

This time, however, there was no hatred in Mordred's eyes, only calm, dead silence, like burnt residue.

"Hahahaha, I thought I had surpassed my father, it was ridiculous - my life was a joke. ”

Artoria sighed, not knowing what to say. Neither for the king, nor now, she has never understood her children. I don't know what she wants, I don't know why she rebels, I don't know why she hates herself so much, I don't know what crazy she was just doing.

Seeing that his father did not speak, Mordred's face showed a hint of pleading: "Now, say something, king, father." ”

"I... Don't know what to say. Artoria's expression was distressed, but she was covered by her visor, and Mordred didn't see it.

"You—you don't know what to say, don't you hate me, don't you hate me, you don't hate me, ruined your kingdom, you ruined the Britain you loved, for whom you gave everything, you know, the present Britain and yours are different, completely different, except for the name!!" Mordred began to get excited again.

"Britannia?"

Artoria lowered her head, her eyes dazed.

Hate Mordred or not? Actually, it's a complicated question.

As a king, as the right incarnation (slave), do not hate, or do not think about the past to hate. At that time, all she wanted was to redeem her country and her people, so she did not hesitate to make a pact with the power of restraint and travel through time and space in search of the Holy Grail. She really wants to hate, and she hates herself, the so-called king, after all, is the one who bears everything, and Mordred's rebellion is also the king's sin.

Untie the knot, step down the throne, and return to an ordinary girl, she admits that she hated and blamed Mordred. But it's just indulging in past dreams, a momentary feeling, and after waking up from the dream, this feeling will fade.

After all, fifteen hundred years have passed, and even though the ideal country is located in the Star Sea, she can hardly feel the passage of time, and she has changed a lot compared to her "life" - although she has not yet realized it.

Finding out that her father had turned into a stuffy gourd again, Mordred felt a pang of sadness.

Don't you want to say a word to me?

"Well, I see, you don't hate me, you don't treat me as your child, you just treat me as an ordinary knight, and in the end I am probably a rebellious knight. ”

"Kill me, O king. Since the rebellious knight has failed, there should be a commensurate ending. ”

Mordred's eyes had lost their usual sparkle, as if they had been robbed of their soul.

challenged his father for the second time, but was defeated by an overwhelming disadvantage.

Even if he used Britain, which he cared about the most, he did not provoke his father's feelings, even if it was hostility.

After saying all the words, my father didn't have himself in his eyes.

What's more, the father has another child - she is really envious, envious that the child is held in her father's arms, and envy that the father's attitude towards her is so gentle.

Ah, I know it's impossible, but I really want to be treated like this by my father.

In that case, it's worth it even if you die.

"Mordred......" Artoria involuntarily took two steps back and let go of the suppression of Mordred.

She didn't understand the deep and strong feelings in Mordred's words before, and now she didn't know much, but at least she could feel a bitter sadness.

She hesitated.

"It's not like you, King Arthur. Pierce my chest again, just like you did with the sword bar, it's my last prayer - you're the Black Lancer, you should have it with you, the holy spear. Mordred closed her eyes, her calm and calm expression, and finally had a bit of a father's temperament.

Artoria raised her hand, and the shining spear that had illuminated the darkest times was now in her hand, but the trembling of the tip of the spear showed her inner turmoil.

"Goodbye, Father. Mordred muttered softly.

Then the gun roared.

PS: Popular science, modern British are descendants of the Anglo-Saxons, and King Arthur's Britain is the Celts, and back then, King Arthur was leading the army to resist the invasion of the Anglo-Saxons, so Mordred would have such an exclamation.

PS2: This family has a talent for paranoia and brain supplementation, but they still cover their faces, alas~~~~ It's not okay to be drunk.

PS3: The battle of the sword bar at the end of the previous chapter is obviously a joke, and there is no special attack on the father and the son during his lifetime.