Participants in the Holy Grail War sometimes dream. This is probably because the Master and the Servant have a close connection at a deep spiritual level. They will see each other's past scenes in the form of dreams. This was also a common phenomenon in the first three Holy Grail Wars.
Therefore, Lion Jiejieli was not at all surprised when he found himself in the Britain of the old times.
"Yeah, that might happen."
This should be the past scene of his Servant Mordred. Before he knew it, he was standing beside him. The sword in his hand was her favorite weapon in this Holy Grail War - "The Shining King Sword (te)".
"Originally, this weapon did not belong to her, but was kept in the armory by King Arthur after he obtained it. It can be said to be a sword that symbolizes the throne.
Later, Mordred took the sword and proclaimed herself "king" to start a large-scale rebellion. Then, she challenged King Arthur to a one-on-one duel with the sword in front of him.
"So, this is Jianlan?"
That’s right, this is Camlann Hill, the battlefield where the rebels led by Modred fought the regular army under King Arthur. The Arthurian legend, a gorgeous knight story, ended with this tragic war.
The arrows shot out pierced the soldiers wearing light armor. However, Mordred, who was protected by steel armor, ignored all the attacks and rushed forward.
King Arthur, who possessed great charisma, finally unified Britain. Why did so many soldiers agree with Mordred's rebellion
In the face of unification, an atmosphere of war-weariness is spreading in the country - this is one reason.
Although he was praised as a perfect being, the scandal of the Lake Knight and the Princess, who fell into a fruitless love, led to the fall of the king's authority - this was also a reason.
This is also a reason why the knights developed a certain fear and contempt for the king who was too honest and had no personal feelings.
But there is another point.
Seeing Modred the Lion on the battlefield made it very clear. Her fighting style was quite brutal. The gorgeous and majestic swordsmanship that the knights were proud of was as fragile as a dead branch in front of her.
Although it seems like acting on instinct, it is the most efficient way to kill.
The soldiers following behind her were in high spirits, and it felt like they were releasing the rhythm of human instinct. The sound of their steps forward sounded as majestic as a drum.
It was a natural disaster like a tornado.
Mordred is a famous knight. She has made great efforts to achieve this, and she has actually done it. Even so, if she still gallops on the battlefield as a "knight", I am afraid that there will not be 100,000 soldiers following her.
There is no doubt that she is strong, and her strength also contains a certain madness. But on the battlefield, such madness is the most admirable.
Facing her who was as powerful as a monster and crushed the enemy like a storm, the soldiers followed closely behind her as if they were also controlled by madness.
—I really want to see what kind of bloody path this frenzied warrior can carve out.
This was a kind of fanatical belief, and the soldiers' motivation was probably just that. However, no matter how high their morale was, their strength was still limited. The number of soldiers decreased one by one, and a hundred or a thousand were annihilated one after another.
Mordred never looked back. Soldiers—no, people—are something that will naturally increase after victory... She seemed to understand this.
She first chose to attack the position with the most enemy soldiers. After completely defeating them with overwhelming force, she rushed to another position with a large number of enemy soldiers. She completely eliminated all the cowardly opponents, the resisting opponents, and the fleeing opponents, leaving piles of corpses.
At the same time, Mordred didn't care about all the soldiers. Her focus was none other than her father, King Arthur.
"Where is King Arthur!! Where is the King of Knights!!"
She shouted loudly, and at the same time, she cut down the enemy soldiers who surrounded her one by one. She deliberately chose to attack the position with a large number of troops because she thought it was very likely that the king was there. However, as if fate had rejected them, the two never met on the battlefield.
However, as long as the barrier is gone, destiny will eventually be fulfilled. King Arthur's army and Mordred's rebels were almost all destroyed, leaving only corpses everywhere. In front of Mordred, who was supporting his body with a sword, King Arthur finally appeared.
His expression was extremely calm, without any trace of pity or hatred. Seeing his emotionless face, Mordred showed obvious impatience.
Regardless, the two finally faced off on the battlefield. There was almost no life left that could stand in their way.
Mordred opened his arms and shouted with passion. He shouted with anger, joy, and unspeakable emotion.
"Well! Well, King Arthur! Your kingdom is over! It is all over! Whether I win or you win—all is lost!"
Standing before her was the king who looked very much like Mordred, almost like a young boy.
Faced with Mordred's passionate shouts, he remained unmoved and did not even respond to the other party's questions. He just raised his sword like a machine.
This was probably the most unforgivable response for Mordred. Mordred immediately roared and swung his sword violently.
King Arthur also raised his sword to fight. Sparks flew from the two holy swords. Although both were exhausted, they still fought hard to avoid losing to each other. However, the result would not change. As Mordred said, no matter who won in the end, the country would soon perish.
"You should have known this would happen! You should have known this would happen! You knew that if you gave me the throne, this wouldn't happen...!"
However, Mordred's sword did not slow down.
Born as an unjust son, he admired his father until he was rejected and turned to hatred - and then, he fought each other on the battlefield.
—I hate you, I hate you. I hate you for being the king of perfection. I hate you for not wanting to acknowledge my existence. I was clearly willing to be your shadow, but you never looked back at me.
—So this is the punishment, King Arthur. I have completely destroyed everything you have!
"Do you hate me!? Do you hate me that much!? Do you hate me, Morgan's child that much!? Answer me... Answer me, Arthur!!"
In response to her cry, Arthur, who was still fighting, finally responded. The king declared in a cold and emotionless voice:
"I never hated you. The reason I didn't give up the throne to you is -"
"Because you don't have what it takes to be a king."
That was an answer synonymous with "indifference." He simply evaluated Mordred's abilities and mercilessly characterized her as someone who lacked the qualities of a king.
At that moment, Mordred swung his sword in rage, and King Arthur pierced her chest with his holy spear, the Spear of Distant Glory. No matter how strong the armor was, it was meaningless in front of that spear.
However.
Despite being fatally wounded, Mordred still managed to use all his strength to finally deliver a decisive blow to King Arthur. Mordred's helmet broke in two, revealing the face of the girl that Lion Robbery was familiar with.
With blood dripping from his lips, Mordred reached out his hand to King Arthur.
"—Father, sir."
Mordred did not touch his father and fell down. King Arthur confirmed this scene and realized that he had won the battle, so he turned and left.
After that, King Arthur was taken to the lake by the surviving knight Bedivere and threw his sword into the lake. Some people said that he died, while others said that he went to the utopia to heal his wounds.
That is the final scene of the Arthurian legend.
The Lion King ignored King Arthur who was gradually walking away. He just stared at Mordred lying on the ground and sighed.
"Damn, what a disturbing dream."
What a vivid scene this was. This dream was so real that he could even smell the blood. Mordred had a hollow look in his eyes, and he sat there paralyzed as if his soul had been taken away.
That's right, Mordred is now a complete corpse. It won't be long before she rots and is eaten by corpse worms.
King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred went down in history as the knight spurned by that legend.
Since all the soldiers following her were annihilated, naturally no one paid any attention to her. Of course, this was a battlefield after all... The corpses of the defeated were completely meaningless.
Her passion and her ardent wishes had no trace left anywhere, and they disappeared without a trace. In the very end, even her father was unwilling to look at her any longer, and she was gone.
"—Ah, come on. This time I really picked a Servant that is full of troubles."
There should be a limit to adaptive pairing, Lion Jie thought. Servants are just temporary guests in the world. Although psychic connection is very important, it is taboo to go too deep into each other. Because the relationship between them is just a relationship that ends as long as they get the Holy Grail.
Therefore, this dream is a complete prank. Children seeking fatherly love are simply the worst topics for Leo Jie.
While waiting to wake up from the dream, Lion Jie sat down next to Mordred's body. Then, he just stared blankly at this destroyed country and the people who had perished.
No matter what era or country, the final scene remains the same.
When the time came to morning, Lion Jie showed an unhappy expression on his face, and the first thing he said to Mordred was:
"Really? Please don't let me see weird dreams."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Is it because of me?"
Faced with this unreasonable complaint, Mordred's eyes widened in surprise.