Sighisoara, ancient city of Romania.
After 1,500 years, the legend reappears and the Battle of Camlan is repeated.
No one expected the situation to turn out like this, not Mordred, not Altria, not even Shinji who caused all this.
King Arthur, Artoria pressed his child Mordred against the wall and would not let go no matter how Mordred struggled.
Mordred even thought about using the horns on his helmet to butt the enemy, but the height of the two meant that the horns could only hit the shoulders at most, not the neck and head.
It was only at this time that Mordred, overwhelmed 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 are 154cm)
The hatred and anger that surged in her chest gradually faded away, and her IQ, which was influenced by the "monkey-style intelligence subtraction", once again occupied the high ground, and she finally realized the current situation.
"Did I... lose? Lost to my father, again."
Noticing that the force coming from her body was gradually weakening, Artoria couldn't help but reduce her strength, although her suppressing posture did not change.
Mordred removed his helmet, removing the Noble Phantasm that concealed his true name from his mother Morgan, revealing a face that was exactly the same as King Arthur's except for the hairstyle.
This is the second time she has done this.
The first time, she took the initiative to confess her life experience to her father.
Morgan, who was disappointed with Mordred, revealed the secret of his life to him - the fact that he was the illegitimate child of King Arthur and Morgan. And the words that were both a prophecy and a curse: "King Arthur didn't know that you were his child, and even if he knew, he would not recognize this filthy fact."
Modred was deeply shocked, but also immersed in incomparable joy.
He was not a real human being, but a child of the same blood as the king. No, since he was the legitimate son of the king who surpassed all humans, it was an honor to be a non-human being. As the heir of the king, he was truly worthy of the name, sharing the same body and soul. Mordred asked the king ecstatically. For him, who had never known fatherly love since childhood, the attitude of King Arthur as a "father" was equal to that of God.
However, when she came before the king, took off her helmet, and told him everything, expecting to be recognized, the king ruthlessly rejected her.
"I see. Although it was a trick of my sister, you are indeed my child. However, I am not prepared to acknowledge this, nor will I entrust the throne to you."
"Really... Why do I have to sit at the bottom of the round table? I finally understand."
King Arthur hated her sister Morgan, so how could Mordred, her child, gain the king's approval
No matter how hard she tried, even if she was better than anyone else, from the moment she was born, King Arthur despised her as a wicked son who had tarnished her life.
The higher you stand on the top of the clouds, the more painful it will be when you fall. For Mordred, this was the transformation from hope to despair, which in turn ignited the fire of hatred for King Arthur in his heart.
But this time, there was no hatred in Mordred's eyes, only calmness, a dead calmness, like the remains of a burnt substance.
"Hahahaha, I thought I had surpassed my father, how ridiculous - my life is such a joke."
Altria sighed, not knowing what to say. Whether she was the king or now, she had never understood her child. She didn't know what she wanted, why she rebelled, why she hated her so much, and why she was crazy just now.
Seeing his father remained silent, Mordred showed a hint of pleading on his face: "Well, please say something, my king, my father."
"I... don't know what to say." Altria had a distressed expression, but it was hidden by the visor so Mordred couldn't see it.
"You - you don't know what to say? Don't you hate me? Don't you hate me for destroying your kingdom! Destroying the Britain that you loved so much and for which you gave everything! You know, the Britain now is different from your Britain except for the name, everything else is different, completely different!!!" Mordred became excited again.
"Britain?"
Altria lowered her head, her eyes dazed.
Do you hate Mordred? Actually, this question is very complicated.
As a king, as the embodiment of the right (slave), she didn't hate, or didn't think about hating. At that time, she only thought about redeeming her country and her people, and for this she didn't hesitate to make a contract with the restraining force and travel through time and space to seek the Holy Grail. If she really wanted to hate, she hated herself. The so-called king is the one who has to bear everything after all, and Mordred's rebellion is also the king's sin.
After untying her knot and stepping down from the throne, she returned to being an ordinary girl. She admitted that she hated and blamed Mordred. But that was just a momentary emotion that she was indulging in a dream of the past. After waking up from the dream, the emotion faded.
After all, fifteen hundred years have passed. Even though the utopia is located in the inner sea of the star, the passage of time is almost imperceptible. She has also changed a lot compared to her "previous life" - although she has not realized it yet.
Mordred felt sad when he found that his father had become a taciturn person again.
You won't say a word to me? Then-
"Okay, I get it. You don't hate me, and you don't treat me like your child. You just treat me like a normal knight, and probably a rebellious knight in the end."
"Kill me, my king. The rebellious knight deserves a fitting end for his failure."
Mordred's eyes had lost their usual luster, as if his soul had been taken away.
He challenged his father for the second time, but was defeated overwhelmingly.
Even with Britain, who was most concerned, he did not arouse his father's emotions, not even hostility.
After saying everything, my father still didn't even see me.
More importantly, her father had another child - she was really envious, envious of the child being held in her father's arms, and envious of her father's gentle attitude towards her.
Ah, even though I know it’s impossible, I really hope to be treated like this by my father.
If that happens, it would be worth it even if I die.
"Mordred..." Artoria involuntarily took two steps back and released her control over Mordred.
She didn't understand the deep and strong emotions in Mordred's words before, and she doesn't understand it very much now, but at least she can feel a deep sorrow.
She hesitated.
"This is not like you, King Arthur. Please pierce my chest once more, just like you did when the sword pierced my chest. This is my last request. You are the Black Lancer, you should have the holy spear with you." Mordred closed his eyes, his expression peaceful and calm, and he finally had some of his father's temperament.
Artoria raised her hand, and the spear of light that had illuminated the darkest times was now in her hand, but the trembling of the tip of the spear revealed her inner unrest.
"Goodbye, father." Mordred whispered softly.
Then, the gun roared.
PS: For your reference, modern British people are descendants of Anglo-Saxons. The Britain ruled by King Arthur was Celtic. Back then, King Arthur led his army to resist the invasion of the Anglo-Saxons, so Mordred had such an exclamation.
PS2: This family has the talent of paranoia and imagination, but they just cover their faces. Sigh~~~~ they are also very drunk.
PS3: The battle at Jianlan at the end of the previous chapter was obviously a joke. There was no such thing as special attacks on fathers and sons during their lifetime.