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Skaha disappeared after Webb went upstairs.

And Mordred was blinking at him.

Webb rubbed his face, confusion flashing in his eyes.

However, the sins of one's own creation must be borne by oneself after all.

Regardless of whether it is decided by a wish or not.

"Now, I say, Mordred." Webb thought for a moment, looked at Mordred, and asked, "What kind of person do you think I am?" ”

"Someone like my father!" Mordred replied without hesitation.

“…… Is it because I have Artoria's blood in my body? Webb smiled wryly.

"But Mordred, you know, I am not your father, I am ...... him Well, she's two completely different people, and in this case, what do you think of me? ”

"Look...... I've done those things to you. ”

Mordred tilted her head at the words, and the obvious confusion clouded her emerald eyes like a mist.

She clearly said 'I don't know'.

Also.

She's just a kid after all.

And I'm doing that kind of thing to a kid......

Webber gritted his teeth, he knew very well that Mordred was the person.

So I also understand that under her mature appearance, that childish heart.

"Mordred, remember you told Arthur that you wanted to be king, right?" Webb asked abruptly.

Mordred nodded, and his expression inevitably darkened: "But my father refused." He said I didn't have the strength to be a king... And then I died like that, and I didn't accept it, King Arthur... He hates me......"

"It's not a thing." Webber interrupted Mordred, "It's just that she's not familiar with you!" It's just a misunderstanding of you! I, who have a deep relationship with Arthur, can tell you this clearly! ”

"Then Webb, do you think I am qualified to be king!"

As if she had seen the dawn, the girl's eyes lit up, and she stared at Weber closely, eager to get the answer she wanted from his mouth.

"Nope."

But the young man gave her words of despair.

"Ahh No one will know about my ......"

"It's not like that, Mordred, you don't understand what the word king represents."

"I get it!"

"You don't understand, you're just blindly pursuing Arthur."

Webb said, tilting his head.

At this moment, whether he understood Mordred correctly or not, no, even if it was wrong, he had to let Mordred think like that!

For the king is not their responsibility.

Whether it's Artoria or Mordred.

"Mordred, be my knight."

Webber took a deep breath and said to Mordred, who was unwilling.

She was stunned: "Huh? ”

"Be my knight, guard me, be my sword—"

"Because, this is my recognition of you-!!"

Mordred froze for a moment.

Her pupils narrowed, and she stared blankly at Webb.

Actually, what is she after?

Actually, what does she want?

Is it the throne?

Is it to become a king?

That's right.

Not like that, right?!

She...... Just want her hero, the pillar of her heart:

The holy King Arthur, with his approval!

Because no one has ever approved of her!

And now......

Mordred looked at Webb distractedly.

And Weber, calmly facing Mordred's gaze, said: "Then, I will use my reputation to confess to Artoria that you, Mordred's truth. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, and smiled softly: "Remember to apologize to Artoria when the time comes." ”

"Uhhhhhhh

Finally;

Tears flowed;

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"I, Mordred, swear once more - I will give my sword, glory and life to the Master!"

Standard knightly salute.

This is the most glorious moment of a knight.

"Even though I'm a third-rate knight, maybe... But I will work hard to improve myself and make myself stronger! ”

――――

How can I say it?

Webb walked down the street.

People are very scarce, and it's obviously a day off.

It seems that in the morning, halfway up the mountain, the church was affected by the strange noise, so everyone huddled in the room and didn't come out.

Deserted-

Just like him.

Obviously, there were so many people around at the beginning.

But:

Alyssa is still in a coma, and according to the communication just now, it is estimated that she will not wake up every month.

Skaha left, presumably because he wasn't happy with him.

Joan of Arc is probably still on that peak, is she crying and despairing at the moment?

Sakura and Rin, two different Artoria, don't know where or where they are......

With only Mordred spiritualized company.

If you add the prayer in the inherent barrier, there are only two people.

Inexplicably, bleak.

But the sins of one's own making, no matter what, must be borne by oneself.

Webb's gaze gradually became firm, and he walked step by step, to the peak where Joan of Arc was.

Everything he has lost, he will get back little by little.

And then—

Revenge!

Like Assassin, like Zhao Zheng, like those......

Outsiders who shouldn't have come!

However, this thought faded when Webb reached the peak.

Because revenge was more important to Weber than to them.

However, what about Joan of Arc?

The contract is not there, and neither are the people.

And the eerie magic that permeates the air......

Webb stood silent for a moment, then turned around and descended the hill without a word.

When his reason returned, and his thinking ability recovered little by little, he immediately thought of something wrong.

For example, why did Joan of Arc meet Gilles de Ray?

Like, why would Joan of Arc pick it up?

For example, why did Joan of Arc's covenant disappear?

The master of the foreign party, Saber, allied with Zhao Zheng and set up this situation.

There is no doubt that Joan of Arc had an accident and fell into the hands of the master of the outsider Saber.

“…… Where will he be? ”

Webb's gaze...... Because he closed his eyes, he couldn't figure out what his gaze was and why his emotions were.

It was only behind him that Mordred, who was spiritually embodied, suddenly felt a cool chill.

It is commonly known as a murderous chill.

Webb thought wildly, the map of Fuyuki City tumbling in his mind.

However, he couldn't guess for a moment what the master of the alien party Saber meant.

After all, he was completely unfamiliar with him.

So, just go and say hello.

Webb suddenly opened his eyes.

Emiya Shirou!

Find him! Ask him!

From him to Cao Zheng, he is looking for Saber's Master!

"Emiya Shirou, the church where he should live was robbed by me."

Webb stepped up like a step.

"And after Emiya Kiritsugu died, he didn't go to Emiya Kiritsugu's base in Fuyuki City."

"Look at his clothes that don't cover his body, the smell is all over the sky, and his body is full of filth......"

"Sewers, huh?"

It's the only place there, right?

So-ah-――

Wait for me, Emiya Shirou.

Wait for me -- Joan of Arc!