Of course, this is ultimately just Mordred's guess, and it still needs verification.
"Hey, rlin, did you see anything?"
Mordred's way of verifying was to ask rlin. Although she didn't like this old trickster who enjoyed playing mysterious, she couldn't deny that his insight was top-notch and almost nothing could escape his eyes.
"Ah, I see it. It's a very beautiful dance."
rlin, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head, looked utterly enchanted as he watched Semiramis, who danced like a black butterfly.
"Indeed, only a beauty can perform such a beautiful dance."
"What?"
Mordred's eye twitched, and she slashed her sword directly at him, causing rlin to quickly dodge in fright.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I just find you annoying."
"But there's no need to cut ! This is just an illusion projection."
"Then why did you dodge?"
"Yeah, why did I dodge?"
rlin realized, "Sorry, it's a habit."
Mordred was speechless. It made sense; back in the day, at least half of the Knights of the Round Table wanted to cut him, and quite a few tried. If he wasn't quick enough to dodge, he would have been chopped into pieces long ago.
"You bastard, never mind. Let ask you—who is fighting my father?"
"Semiramis, of course. Do you even need to ask?"
"Do you think a venomous woman like her, similar to my mother, would confront my father head-on? Moreover, she's a magus."
"What about Magus? Can't magus engage in close combat?"
Hearing Mordred's words, rlin imdiately beca unhappy. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a sword that appeared out of nowhere, and swung it, creating a flash of blade light.
"If I weren't stuck in the Tower of Avalon, I would have joined the fight myself."
"..."
Mordred was speechless again. She almost forgot that, aside from his magic, this guy's combat prowess was top-tier among the Knights of the Round Table.
After showing off his sword skills for a while and demonstrating his combat ability, rlin put away his playful expression and spoke seriously:
"But you are right about one thing. Soone similar to Morgan wouldn't confront directly like this."
"You an..."
"It's undoubtedly Semiramis. Her spiritual foundation, class, and Noble Phantasm all indicate that. But the other aspects, well, that's another story."
"What do you an?"
"With your intelligence, it's hard to explain—don't point your sword at . Your sword should be aid over there. Whether you understand or not, what you need to do remains unchanged, right?"
Mordred snorted. This bastard was right. No matter who it was, she had only one task—to defeat the enemy.
Reforming her armor, the girl raised her royal sword.
With the infusion of magical energy, the royal sword's appearance changed once again.
However, it was no longer tainted by the red and black blood, filled with hatred and negative emotions. Instead, it was vibrant and beautiful, symbolizing passion and straightforwardness—red. It was no longer the twisted and ugly sword of evil, but a righteous knight's sword.
At this mont, Mordred was no longer the rebellious knight she once was. She was the genuine, recognized heir of the Knight King, the son of Artoria.
"I am Knight Mordred, the son of King Arthur! With the sword in my hand, I shall slay my father's enemy—Clarent, Son of Arthur!"
The passion-red that had never blood before, the unprecedented crimson lightning, was released from the new royal sword, adding a new color to the battlefield.
When she called out Clarent, Son of Arthur," Kairi was astonished to find that her Servant's status panel had changed.
The Noble Phantasm entry in the basic attributes changed from A to A . The Noble Phantasm panel below also changed accordingly. The old "Clarent Blood Arthur" disappeared, replaced by a new Noble Phantasm.
Clarent Son of Arthur
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Range: 1~99
Maximum Target: 999 people
Mordred, having let go of her obsession and fully recognized herself, obtained a new Noble Phantasm after breaking the legend. This was another elevation of her short life.
The knight, acknowledged by Clarent, could finally unleash her full strength, injecting all her emotions and thoughts into the King's Sword. The passionate red and straightforward crimson lightning released in one go would sweep away all enemies.
At the mont the crimson lightning blood, Artoria showed a heartfelt smile. The enormous inherent magical power, accelerated by the dragon factor, stirred up a terrifying storm, and the resulting imnse suction force firmly bound Semiramis, preventing her from escaping the range of the crimson lightning.
Seeing her child working so hard, how could a father let that effort go to waste? — Even if she was also within the range of the crimson lightning.
"What a beautiful light..."
Artoria sighed softly.
Kairi Shishigou also sighed similarly. From start to finish, his gaze never left his Servant, his best partner. Whether it was King Arthur's arrival, rlin's descent, or Semiramis displaying her astonishing martial skills uncharacteristically, his gaze never wavered.
He just watched, quietly and silently. Watching her change bit by bit, witnessing her struggle and effort, then being completely captivated by her determined figure.
He knew her best, even more than Artoria and Morgan, her parents, who didn't know what each dream had brought her.
"That is the Knight King, Arthur."
An encounter in childhood sparked a fla of admiration in her heart. For this, she defied her mother's orders and willingly beca the sword of the King.
"Am I King Arthur's child?"
The unparalleled joy upon learning the truth, and the worry hidden behind that joy.
"Do you not acknowledge as your child? Oh, Knight King! I used to be content being your shadow, yet you never wanted to look back at ... You, your everything, all of it! I will destroy it all, Arthur!"
Falling from hope into despair when she was not acknowledged.
"Do you see it, Arthur? Your kingdom is finished! No matter who wins between us—as you can see, it's all destroyed! You should have understood this long ago. If you had passed the throne to , this wouldn't have happened. Do you hate so much because I'm Morgan's clone?"
The hatred that burned and destroyed the kingdom did not bring her true happiness. It was only at her life's last mont that she called out the title she had always wanted to call.
"Father."
After that, she was called the rebellious knight, always playing the role of the antagonist.
But who understood her true motives and intentions? Who knew the beauty hidden behind her rebellion and hatred?
Now, this beauty finally broke through the clouds of hatred and darkness.
Kairi was imrsed in overwhelming joy, unconsciously shouting, shouting with all his strength—it felt incredibly exhilarating.
"Go, Saber!!!"
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