I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Participants in the Holy Grail War sometimes have dreams. Probably because the master and the servant have a close spiritual connection on a deep 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, Shishi Jiejieli was not surprised at all when he found himself in Britain in the old era.

"Well, there may be situations like this."

This should be the past scene of his servant Mordred. Before he knew it, he was standing next to him. The sword in her hand is her favorite weapon in this Holy Grail War - the "Sword of the Shining King (Clarente)".

"Originally, this weapon did not belong to her, but was a sword that King Arthur kept in the arsenal after he obtained it, which can be said to symbolize the throne.

Later, Mordred took away the sword and called himself "King" to start a large-scale rebellion. Then, she held the sword in front of King Arthur and challenged him to a one-on-one duel.

"In other words, is this a sword fence?"

Yes, this is the Hill of Sword Bars, the battlefield where the rebels led by Mordred fought the final battle with the regular army under King Arthur. The gorgeous knight story of King Arthur's legend ends with this miserable war.

The arrows shot pierced the soldiers wearing light armor. But Mordred, who was protected by steel armor, ignored all attacks and rushed forward.

King Arthur, who possessed great charisma, finally unified Britain. Obviously so, why do so many soldiers agree with Mordred's rebellion?

In the face of unification, a war-weary atmosphere spreads in the country - this is one reason.

Even though they were hailed as perfect beings, the scandal between the Knight of the Lake and the princess, who fell into a fruitless love, led to the loss of the king's authority - this was also one of the reasons.

The knights had a certain fear and contempt for the king who was too honest and not involved in personal affairs - this was also the reason.

However, there is another point.

Seeing Mordred the Lion's Tribulation on the battlefield makes it very clear. Her fighting style is 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 to be acting on instinct, it is the most efficient way to kill.

The morale of the soldiers following her was so high that it felt like the rhythm of liberating human instincts. The sound of their steps forward sounded as heroic as a big drum.

It was a natural disaster like a tornado.

Mordred was a famous knight. She put in a lot of effort to do this, and she actually did it. Even so, if she still gallops on the battlefield as a "knight", I'm afraid there won't be a hundred thousand soldiers following her.

There is no doubt about her power, and her power also contains a certain kind of madness. But on the battlefield, that kind of madness is the most admirable.

Facing her who was as powerful as a monster and who destroyed the enemy like a storm, the soldiers followed closely behind her as if they were dominated by madness.

——I really want to see what kind of bloody path this frantic warrior can blaze.

This is a kind of belief called fanaticism. In the final analysis, the motivation of the soldiers is probably just this. However, no matter how high their morale is, their strength is still limited. The number of soldiers decreased one after another, and one hundred and one thousand people were annihilated one after another.

Mordred never looked behind him. Soldiers - no, people are something that will naturally increase after victory... This is what she seemed to understand.

She gave priority to the positions with the most enemy troops to launch the assault. After completely defeating it, they rushed towards another position where a large number of enemy soldiers gathered. Completely eliminate all timid opponents, resisting opponents and fleeing opponents, and pile up piles of corpses.

At the same time, Mordred paid no attention to all the soldiers. The focus of her attention was none other than her father, King Arthur.

"Where is King Arthur!! Where is the King of Knights!!"

She shouted loudly while cutting down the enemy soldiers surrounding her one by one. The reason why she deliberately picked a heavily-armed position to launch the assault was because she felt that there was a high possibility that the king would be there. However, as if they were rejected by fate, the two never met on the battlefield.

However - as long as there are no barriers, destiny will eventually be realized. King Arthur's army and Mordred's rebels were almost all destroyed, leaving only corpses scattered across the land. In front of Modre, who was supporting his body with his sword, King Arthur finally appeared.

His expression was extremely quiet, showing no pity or hatred at all. Seeing his emotionless face, Mordred showed obvious impatience.

Regardless, the two finally faced off on the battlefield. There is almost no life that can hinder them.

Mordred opened his arms and shouted with passion. He shouted with anger, joy and indescribable emotions.

"How about it! How about it, King Arthur! That's it for your country! It's over! Whether I win or you win - everything is destroyed!"

Standing in front of her was the king who looked very much like Mordred, almost like a boy.

Facing Mordred's passionate shouting, he remained unmoved at all, and did not even respond to the other party's questions. He just assumed a posture of raising his sword like a machine.

This was probably the most unforgivable response for Mordred. Mordred immediately roared and slashed with his sword.

King Arthur also raised his sword to fight. The two holy swords spattered sparks at each other. Although both of them were in an exhausted state, they still fought hard to not lose to each other. However, the results still don't change. As Mordred said, no matter who wins in the end, the country will soon perish.

"You should have known that it would be like this! You should have known that it would have been like this! You should have known that as long as you gave up the throne to me, such a thing would not happen...!"

However, Mordred's sword still did not slow down.

Born as a son of injustice, they grew up admiring their father until they were rejected and turned into hatred - and then started fighting each other on the battlefield.

——I hate you, I hate you. What I hate is you as the King of Perfection. What I hate is you who are unwilling to admit my existence. I was obviously willing to be your shadow, but you never looked back at me.

—So this is a fitting punishment, King Arthur. I have completely wiped out 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!!"

Faced with her cry, Arthur in the battle finally responded. Wang declared in a cold voice without any emotion:

"I have never hated you. The reason why I didn't give up the throne to you——"

"It's because you don't have what it takes to be a king."

That's an answer synonymous with "indifference." To simply evaluate Mordred's abilities, he mercilessly characterizes her as a being who doesn't have the power to be a king.

At that moment, Mordred swung his sword out in anger, and King Arthur pierced her chest with the holy spear "The Spear that Shines Far Away". No matter how hard the armor is, it is meaningless in front of that gun.

However.

Although mortally wounded, Mordred still squeezed out all his strength and finally delivered a decisive blow to King Arthur. Mordred's helmet cracked in half, revealing the girl's face that Lion Jie was familiar with.

With blood dripping from his lips, Mordred stretched out his hand to King Arthur in front of him.

"——Father, sir."

Mordred didn't touch his father, and his body fell down. King Arthur confirmed this scene and understood 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 the sword into the lake. Some people say he died, others say he went to Utopia to heal his wounds.

That is the final act of the Arthurian legend.

Lion Jie ignored King Arthur who was gradually walking away. He just stared at Mordred who fell on the ground silently and sighed "Alas~".

"Damn, it was such an uncomfortable dream."

What a real scene. This dream was so real that you could even smell the blood. Mordred showed an empty look in his eyes, and 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 becomes rotten and eaten away by corpse insects.

King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred was etched in history as a knight spurned by that legend.

Because all the soldiers following her were wiped out, naturally no one paid attention to her. Of course, this is a battlefield after all...the corpses of the defeated are completely meaningless.

Her passion, her deepest wishes, had no trace left; they were gone. Until the very end, even her father was unwilling to take another look at her and disappeared into ashes.

"——Ah, it's true. This time I really picked a troublesome Servant."

There should be a limit to adaptive pairing - Shishi Jie thought to himself. In the final analysis, followers are just temporary guests in this world. Although spiritual communication is very important, it is a taboo to get too deep into each other. Because the relationship between them is only going to end once they get the Holy Grail.

So, this dream was a total prank. Children seeking father's love are simply the worst topics for Lion Jie.

While waiting for his dream to wake up, Lion Zed sat down next to Mordred's body. Then, he just looked blankly at the perished country and the perished people.

No matter which era it is in, no matter which country it is in, the final situation remains the same——

When the time came in the morning, Lion Jie showed an unhappy expression and said to Mordred as the first sentence:

"Really, please don't let me see strange dreams."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Is it because of me?"

Facing this unreasonable complaint, Mordred's eyes widened in surprise.