"Master, where are we going?"
"To the beach."
"Huh? What are we going to the beach for? I didn't bring my swimsuit," Mordred said as she made a confused face. "Ouch! Master!"
Drako hit Mordred's head when he heard her comnt. It was necessary, sothing that had co out of instinct.
Was this idiot thinking of going to the beach to swim?
"Idiot, we're going to fight," Drako said. "Tonight, one of the more important events of this war is going to happen, so I hope you're ready to fight several Servants."
"Oh, are several Servants going to et?" Mordred asked curiously. "How many of them?"
"The vast majority," Drako answered. "Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer, and Berserker will be actively present, while Assassin will be watching in the shadows."
A smile appeared on Mordred's innocent face. This was why she had waited so long, to fight the Servants in the war and proclaim herself the victor.
As they advanced into the Fuyuki dusk, Drako turned to look at Mordred.
"What is your dream?" The dragon asked.
"Why do you ask that, Master?" Mordred asked in reply. "I told you that my dream is to repeat my father's test, pulling the sword from the rock. Thus I will prove that I too can be the king of Britain."
Yes, Drako already knew that. After all, one could say that Drako knew Mordred very well even before he summoned her. Fate/Apocrypha had shown him all of Mordred's faces, so how her innermost thoughts.
Well, almost four years with her had also made Drako get to know her much better. That's why Drako couldn't hold back; he wanted Mordred to accept her true desire.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Drako asked.
"Of course," Mordred said. "I have to prove my father wrong, that I can be a king."
They had already arrived at the beach as they spoke. It's not as if they were walking, but running at high speeds. That's why it had only taken them a few minutes to get to this one.
"Have you ever thought of showing your father in person?" Drako asked Mordred seriously.
"What do you an?"
"We're here," Drako didn't answer Mordred's question. "Don't do anything until I tell you to. This is an order."
"Yes, Master," Mordred answered without hesitation.
They arrived at the beach, where they found two won talking. Mordred thought the platinum-haired woman was special, but her gaze was fixed on the one dressed as a butler.
Although she looked like a boy... Mordred knew she was a woman. There was no doubt about it. She was never, ever going to forget that person.
"Master, let fight," Mordred muttered, her face hidden by her bangs as she was bending over.
"Of course, I wouldn't have brought you if you weren't going to fight," Drako replied with a smile as he stroked Mordred's head. "How about this surprise? Didn't you want a chance to show that person what you're worth?"
"Thank you very much, Master. I really didn't expect this," Mordred said as she raised her head, a crazy smile on her face. "But I really appreciate it."
They approached Irisviel and Saber. The Servant was unable to sense the presence of the two as Drako was using [Stealth]. Still, it did not seem to last long as Mordred was broadcasting an intense assassination attempt.
Irisviel was talking to Artoria.
"It's true, but..."
"And what if he is not a Servant?" A man's voice caught them off guard.
"Who is there?" Artoria asked as she turned in the direction of the voice.
Her gaze was fixed on us, though she was shocked to see Mordred.
"You are..." Artoria's gaze was fixed on the woman. "Irisviel, get back!"
"What's happening?" Irisviel asked as she turned in the sa direction as Artoria. "Who are you?"
Irisviel's gaze was also fixed on Mordred.
"Saber?" She asked unconsciously.
No, Irisviel realized that this person was not Artoria. Although her physical appearance was the sa, the girl's own aura was not the sa as Saber's. Her attitude, posture, and gestures were entirely different from those of the Knight King.
"Irisviel," Drako called the homunculus by her na, surprising her. "I don't think we should get involved in a father-son talk."
"You... how do you know my na?" Irisviel asked.
"I know many things, many of which affect you or your relatives that you have no idea about," Drako said. "I want to talk to you about sothing important, so why don't we step back a little?"
Irisviel was confused by what was happening but still nodded her head.
"Co on," she said before walking away from the beach.
"Irisviel!" Artoria called her. "Don't walk away from , or I won't be able to protect you."
Saber was worried.
This man... he gave her an aura similar to her own, which made her feel that they both shared sothing in common. That's why she couldn't trust him. This boy was dangerous.
"Don't worry, King of Knights," Drako told her. "Irisviel is soone very important to the outco of this war, so I won't let anything bad happen to her."
"How do I know you won't try to take her for yourself?" Artoria asked.
"I understand your concern, and Irisviel is fundantal to your goals," Drako said, making Saber shudder. "For you to have your wish, she has to die, doesn't she?"
"Yes, but..."
"Master said not to worry, so you don't have to worry," Mordred interrupted. "We're not interested in this Holy Grail."
Mordred's words cald Artoria down a bit, but did not end up reassuring her. She knew who the woman in front of her was, more than anyone else. And that's why she couldn't believe his words.
"Well, it's not like you can stop if I really want to take Irisviel," Drako said in a nonchalant tone as he followed Irisviel, leaving Mordred alone with Artoria.
Mordred and Artoria looked at each other. The tension was palpable in the air.
"What are you doing here, Mordred?" Artoria asked. "I am the Servant Saber. Have you degraded yourself so much that you are a Berserker?"
Even now, Artoria remained calm. Mordred hated that, she was still the sa unemotional king. The sa king who couldn't understand people.
"I am a Servant of the Saber-class too," Mordred said confidently.
Saber frowned. "That is not possible; there is only one Saber in each war."
"Master has already said we are not interested in this war," Mordred said. "We don't belong in this war. We are outside agents."
"I see," Artoria nodded, understanding Mordred's situation. Although she found the whole situation very odd, she didn't give it much thought. "So, what is your objective?"
An unpleasant smile appeared on Mordred's face.
"To kill you."
…
"How do you know my na?" Irisviel asked Drako.
"I told you, I know many things," Drako said with a smile. "All the details of the Servants of this war, their Masters, their backgrounds, and even their best-kept secrets."
"That's... very hard to believe," Irisviel said.
Drako understood that Irisviel would doubt the credibility of his words.
"How is Illya?" Drako asked.
This was his secret weapon. No one outside of Castle Einzbern should know of Irisviel's daughter's existence.
"You...!" Irisviel exclaid in shock.
"Do you believe now?" Drako asked. "I know everything; that's why I can say that Kiritsugu's dream is dood to failure."
Irisviel was silent for a few seconds.
"The Holy Grail can grant Kiritsugu's wish..."
"It can't," Drako shook his head. "If it were a regular Holy Grail War, then... I might have a chance. And even then, it's very difficult to make it happen."
"It can't be..."
"Tell , does Kiritsugu know an exact way to fulfill its dream?"
Once again, Irisviel was silent.
"The Holy Grail has a way to fulfill Kiritsugu's dream," she finally responded.
"That's right, but this Holy Grail is corrupt. It was the Einzberns who took care of that," Drako inford her to Irisviel's shock. "Stop the wars in this world... to do that, the grail will eradicate the humans."
"It can't be; that's not Kiritsugu's wish!"
"No, it is," Drako shook his head. "That way, wouldn't the wars end?"
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