Moe Is a Good Child / Pressing Forward Under a Cloak

However, when her mother Morgan told her that she was actually King Arthur, she wanted to gain her Father King's recognition, so she took the initiative to approach King Arthur, hoping to challenge the Sword of Selection and gain everyone's recognition as a 'prince', or rather, she just wanted to gain the recognition of her most respected and admired Father King.

But she was rejected, and that's when the Rebellious Knight embarked on her path of destruction.

The Battle of Camlann resulted in heavy losses for both sides, and the local Celtic natives lost any possibility of revival, declining steadily. After the Romans left, they were invaded by the Anglo-Saxons and eventually completely swallowed up and assimilated by foreign powers.

It became the Britain today, the Sun Never Sets the British Empire" in the 19th century, that opium-selling bastard! The House of Hanover under Victoria actually had German ancestors, but the current dynasty changed its name to 'Windsor'.

Although she doesn't have much power now, look at Princess Diana's niece, the current prince's cousin, Eriri, who is still working as a maid in a girls' dormitory.

"Shirou-senpai's Servant is Saber's Artoria Pendragon, and she won the Holy Grail War!" Gudako interjected.

"Wh... what! You're saying this guy's previous contract was with my Father King... no, King Arthur!" Mordred's eyes widened as she rushed forward, trying to grab Shirou's collar.

Shirou grabbed the girl's wrist and said provocatively, "Oh, so you don't have to worry about me holding you back, right?"

But this time, Mordred wasn't angry. Instead, she drifted off into her own thoughts, muttering to herself, "Really? Really? I never expected to run into someone who was my Father King's Master. Does that mean my Father King's Master is now my Master too...?"

"Ahem! I take back what I said before. You're actually a remarkable Master." Mordred, with a bright smile as if she had won the lottery, changed her tune.

Chapter 141 Mo-zai is a Good Kid

Seeing Mordred's sudden change in attitude, Shirou was completely confused.

Shirou gathered his thoughts and looked at the girl, asking, "... What are your thoughts on King Arthur? Or rather, if you met King Arthur, what would you want to do?"

"Of course I want to compete head-on and defeat King Arthur!" Mordred said, brandishing his sword with fighting spirit. However, he quickly changed his mind in a low voice, "Of course... for an immature person like me to want to defeat my Father King is indeed setting the difficulty a bit too high. But at least I hope to be recognized... Of course, it would be even better if I could be praised."

Although I don't think I'll be forgiven, I just think that if I work really hard, maybe one day I'll be forgiven...

"... Could this kid actually be a pretty good guy?" Shirou asked Mash, Gudako, and the others in the holographic image.

Mash nodded and said, "Yes, Lord Mordred once gave me special training when I wasn't familiar with combat."

"I was just doing nothing and getting some exercise," Mordred explained.

Gudako covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Mo-zai is actually a father-complex character, especially fond of younger Father King."

"Who are you calling Mo-zai! I'll teach you a lesson when we get back, Gudako!" Mordred shouted angrily.

"Huh? You want to come to my room?" Gudako asked, her face flushed with surprise.

"Who wants to go?!" Mordred roared in frustration.

"Do you understand, Shirou?" Da Vinci asked the boy.

"Hmm, I think I understand." Shirou nodded, looking at Mordred with some complicated feelings. Although she had a bad temper and was very childish, she wasn't the type of person who couldn't be gotten along with. Perhaps this was why King Arthur still chose to trust Mordred and let her guard the city when he went on his expedition to Rome.

Thinking about it this way, Mordred was created by Morgan out of jealousy and some other reason after Artoria became queen and established her achievements. So, in terms of real age, she really is just a child.

"What?" Mordred asked, feeling uncomfortable under the boy's gaze.

"Oh! Then I'll call you Mordred," Shirou asked.

"That would reveal my real name! What a hassle, just call me Saber!" Mordred exclaimed.

"No, there's only one person I'll call Saber." Shirou refused without hesitation, then after a moment's thought, asked, "How about I call you Little Mo? Is that alright?"

"You've got some nerve!" Mordred glared at the boy, looking him up and down.

"Not necessarily! Since you were once my Father King's... no, King Arthur's Master, then you're qualified to be my Master."

"You bastard, no... Shirou! Just accept me with gratitude! I will do everything my Father King could do! It's that simple! I don't need to say more, do I? Here I hand over my sword to you, entrust my honor to you, and dedicate my life to you. I will strive to be as perfect and beautiful as my Father King!" Mordred said, raising his fist.

"Alright! Little Mo! I also swear that from this moment on, I will fight alongside you and advance and retreat together!" Shirou bumped fists with the girl and agreed.

With the contract established, a portion of the Holy Grail magic within the boy's body, which resembled his Spirit Origin, was also transferred to Mordred.

"Very good! Then the contract is established!" Little Mo clenched her fist and waved her hand, feeling full of energy, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Master! No, Shirou! It's not fair that you only call me by my nickname."

"Then let's call her that, Little Mo. Actually, I also think it would be better here," Shirou agreed with a smile, feeling that the girl was a bit like a child who wanted to be treated equally by adults in everything.

"Is that so? Then let's do it that way, Shirou!" Little Mo touched her nose and readily agreed.

"That's great! Two King Arthur fans have formed a contract. Maybe this is the most compatible combination in history! I really can't wait to see how things unfold." Gudako said with her arms crossed, gloating.

"Gudako! Shut up! x2"

Da Vinci moved the holographic image closer to himself and said, "Alright, alright, let's get back to the point. Shirou, you've already sensed the anomaly here, haven't you?"

"Yes, this place is just like the land in Shinjuku, even the land is infused with magic." Shirou nodded and looked around.

The grassy hillside at night, despite being winter, was lush and green as if it were springtime, with clusters of flowers blooming all around. The land here had been eroded, its source passing through another dimension, imbuing the vast grassland and grassy slopes with a mysterious quality. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

In this world where mystery and magic were not originally present, the land here has begun to transform into a spiritual vein and is constantly spreading outwards. Something is happening in the alternate dimension above the mountain, but even the land outside this alternate dimension has acquired a certain amount of magic.

This is precisely why Da Vinci was able to summon Mordred here. However, compared to Li Shuwen's situation, which was confined to a small world, this one is much larger, to the point that it can infect the outside world through a different dimension.

"As I mentioned before, the magical energy reaction of the black mud Heroic Spirit here is several times that of Li Shuwen's. This is what I was referring to. This is beyond the level of magical energy that Servant should possess. Even for the Holy Grail, this is too exaggerated," Da Vinci said seriously.

"What's there to be afraid of! Just crush them! We have the Holy Grail here too! As long as Shirou provides me with enough mana, I can unleash my Noble Phantasm as many times as I want! Just burn those guys inside to ashes with the Beam Cannon and bury them all!" Little Mo said, raising her silver Greatsword, crimson flames flashing in the middle of the blade.

Da Vinci advised, "It's better to be careful. The black mud Heroic Spirit here are all very strong. I suggest Shirou and the others go in first to scout the situation. The reason Chaldea was able to detect this place is because they've been monitoring it ever since, but nothing has ever come out. So we know nothing about what dangers are inside, or what kind of Servant they are."

"What?! If you're scared from the start, how are you going to fight? With me here, there won't be any problems!" Mordred said.

"I agree with Da Vinci Little Mo. You are indeed very strong, but you may face multiple enemies once you go in. In any case, go in and investigate first before making any plans. Please, Little Mo." Shirou said to the girl.

"Hmph... Since you put it that way, Shirou... then I understand. Let's just see how things go first. Let's go now!" Little Mo looked at the boy and hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. However, she still said impatiently, then waved her hands, took a step, and walked directly towards the entrance to the alternate dimension on the hillside.

"Wait for me, Little Mo, Don't Run so fast!" Shirou quickly chased after him.

"What is this kind of differential treatment? I'm clearly the highest commander in Chaldea..." Da Vinci complained from behind, clearly feeling quite uncomfortable.

Chapter 142 Moving Forward in the Cloak

To think that she, a genius of all abilities, wasn't inventing or creating art, but instead working diligently every day. She only drank tea for three hours, and only took three hours to slack off, fully utilizing her genius to solve various problems. Not only did she complete a large amount of work every day at three times the efficiency of others, but she also had to calculate the operation and maintenance of Chaldea.

Even though she tried so hard, why did no Human Order her? The employees always looked at her with complicated and indifferent eyes, and Mordred still didn't know how to respect her.

Da Vinci lowered his head, looking somewhat disheartened.

Gudako patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Well, Da Vinci, actually none of the Servant really see you as a commander."

At this moment, Shirou followed Little Mo across the long green slope to the top of the mountain. In the dim moonlight, they could see the entrance to a distorted black hole in another dimension. Inside, a shimmering white light was gathering and forming a door.

"In any case, just to be on the safe side, it would be better to hide before going in." Shirou recalled the lesson he learned last time, and this time at Mount Lu, when he was surrounded by thousands of soldiers as soon as he entered. He then summoned the invisibility cloak that had been Projection.

Little Mo leaned over, looking curiously at the invisibility cloak that could conceal one's presence and aura when worn, and said, "Shirou, you really do have strange abilities. No wonder you can serve as my Father King's Master. Are you some kind of powerful Magecraft?"

"No, actually, I'm also good at imitating and crafting equipment and Noble Phantasm, mostly swords, but I can also make simpler things like shields and armor."

"Really? You can even make Father King's armor?! Like the pure blue kind, the cool black kind, the cute white kind with exposed armpits, don't you think that's super unfair! Of course, I really want his everyday dress too." Little Mo asked excitedly, forgetting even the purpose of coming here.

"... Little Mo, my specialty is weapon forging, not tailoring. And what do you expect me to do with all those clothes?" Shirou asked helplessly.

Little Mo's eyes darted around as she explained, "No... it's nothing. I was just curious. I'll just collect it. I definitely don't want to wear the same clothes as my Father King!"

"Sigh... I think if the person in question saw this, they'd just hate it," Shirou advised.

"What's wrong with wholeheartedly learning from the King! Even if Father King saw it, shouldn't he think this knight is loyal and diligent, and praise her as worthy of being my child?" Little Mo exclaimed in surprise.

Shirou asked, "Little Mo, imagine if there was someone dressed exactly like you, using the same Noble Phantasm, standing on the other side of the door, what would you do?"

"That imposter! Of course I'd slash him with my sword! Ah... yes... yes, then I'll just have to bear with it." Little Mo lowered her head in disappointment, muttering to herself, "Well, it's okay to do it in my own room, right?"

Little Mo scoffed, "Tsk, it seems like it's not possible with acquaintances after all. I wonder if Magical Merlin's proxy shopping service sells them. But you'd have to trade them for magical treasures or something. If I could go back to Camelot, I could take a few items from the King's Treasury to sell..."

Shirou, having donned the cloak, looked around at the space within it. While it was large enough for two people, it felt a bit cramped.

He looked at the girl again, thought for a moment, and said, "Little Mo, this invisibility Noble Phantasm can only be used once at a time. Why don't you wait here for a while, and I'll go in to scout and find out what's going on before coming back to meet you?"

"Why are you leaving me out? Take me with you! I want to try out this invisibility cloak and see if it's fun!" Mordred said reluctantly, like a child who had been abandoned.

"No, after all, it would be a bit inconvenient to be pressed against me and then covered by a cloak," Shirou explained.

"What are you talking about? What's there to care about?" Mordresa looked at Shirou strangely, then walked straight forward, lifted the cloak and snuggled into the boy's arms, then covered herself up with the cloak and wrapped herself inside.

"Isn't that enough? Hurry up and go in Shirou." The girl smiled, leaning against the boy and tapping his chest with her head, urging him on.

"Uh... Oh, no, no! That's not what I meant." Shirou paused for a moment before replying.

"What does that mean!? Shirou, stop dawdling and hurry up, hurry up!" The girl impatiently twisted her body and rubbed against Shirou, shaking her head repeatedly, her high ponytail swinging back and forth across the boy's nose.

"I know, I know, don't be shy. Otherwise, you can stay in the back." Shirou felt a ticklish sensation as her hair brushed against his face, and he knew this would only make things worse. He readily agreed, thinking to himself that this girl was really childish. As a girl, she didn't seem to have much of a sense of propriety between men and women, which was worrying.

Mordred flatly refused, "No way! I'm the Servant, the stronger one! Of course I have to be in front!"

'Now that you mention it... Artoria also has a habit of wanting to sit in the front when traveling,' Shirou thought to himself, and stopped worrying about it.

Shirou then covered his head with his hood, activated the power of his Noble Phantasm, and vanished without a trace along with Little Mo, who was leaning against his chest.

"Oh, Shirou, can't we see us outside anymore?" Mordred asked.

"Don't speak. Anyone who didn't sense us before won't be able to see us," Shirou explained.

"I understand," Little Mo replied in a low voice.

As they spoke, the two of them, one in front of the other and one behind, wrapped in the same cloak, stepped into the small world inside the alternate dimension.

"Are they a father and daughter sharing a raincoat?" Da Vinci couldn't help but wonder in Chaldea.

"No, isn't this just a bunch of silly couples?" Gudako tilted her head, then a brilliant idea struck her, and she asked excitedly, "Could this be a newly developed way of playing?!"

Fortunately, the two, who were prepared for battle, did not hear the conversation between these guys. Instead, they breathed softly and entered the inner world.

What came into view was a vast mountain range that seemed to stretch endlessly. The area was already quite large; the small world we had in Lushan was just a valley, but this place was a mountain range more than ten times the size of that valley.

There was no magical activity, no ambushing soldiers, no living beings; it was simply a mountain.

Towering trees, vast grasslands, and abundant magical energy in the air—if this were an era rife with mystical forces, it wouldn't be surprising to find elves or other Phantasmal Beast creatures here.

The land here, this enormous island, seems alive; the undulations of its spiritual veins are like the beating of a heart, or the breathing of some colossal creature.

Little Mo lifted her cloak, peeked out, scanned her surroundings, and stepped out, saying, "I told you it was nothing, Shirou. You and Da Vinci are making a big fuss over nothing. Look, there's nothing here. They Mordred sensed my arrival and hid in fear!"

"Shirou! A large amount of magical energy has been detected one kilometer to the south!" Da Vinci warned from the holographic projection.

"What!" Little Mo exclaimed awkwardly.

"Let's go, Little Mo, follow me." Shirou ran off in the direction Da Vinci had pointed.

Upon reaching the hilltop, the earth before them suddenly erupted in a series of battle roars. A group of barbarians dressed in animal skins, wielding axes, and bloodthirsty in their eyes clashed and fought fiercely with knights on horseback, armed with spears, bows, and axes. Corpses littered the ground.

Leading the charge was a middle-aged man clad in red armor, wielding silver spears in both hands. Two more spears hung from the back of Riding white horse. He wielded his spears with the ease of turning a pen. He seemed adept at finding his opponents' weaknesses and exploiting their openings, swiftly and decisively piercing the barbarian's throat and heart, and then hurling his spear to kill a distant archer.

"Is that Servant?" Shirou asked Da Vinci from Chaldea side.

"Yes, judging from the magical energy reaction, it's definitely Lancer! The silver spear in his hand is Noble Phantasm, and his Spirit Origin stats are excellent but not exceptional, so he's not black mud Heroic Spirit." Da Vinci said, analyzing the data.

"That guy is King Pellinore!" Little Mo recognized the middle-aged man and shouted angrily.

"Pellinore? The guy who dueled with King Arthur and caused the Caliburn to break?" Shirou said in surprise.

"It's that bastard! That treacherous fellow who dared to provoke Father King and even break the important Sword of Selection! He was killed by Gawain before, so this is the perfect opportunity for me to teach him a lesson!" Little Mo picked up the silver greatsword and said with full fighting spirit.

This explains why he appears here in his middle-aged form; defeating King Arthur was probably the greatest honor of his life.

When King Arthur pulled the Caliburn, he was just a boy in his early teens, with delicate features like a girl, yet he became the nominal king of all the tall and strong knights, which many people resented.

At the time, some ambitious lords thought that they would wait for the child to make a mistake, then remove him from the throne, and then seize the territory by force.

The young king was absolutely right and never made a mistake, so the lords had no chance to accept King Arthur's rule.

However, there were always those who disliked Wang and tried every means to provoke him.

Pellinore was one of them, one of the regional rulers of England after the death of King Arthur King Uther's father. He looked down on the young King Arthur and found an opportunity to duel with King Arthur when he was young.

He was extremely skilled with a spear, and when he saw that King Arthur only carried the Caliburn and had no other weapons, he challenged King Arthur to a duel with a spear, arguing that "I never use a sword, it's unfair to use a sword."

In that match, Pellinore had three spears broken before he was able to knock King Arthur off his horse.

Then he mocked him mercilessly. King Arthur, with his unyielding nature, could no longer tolerate it and drew the Caliburn to duel him.

Pellinore drew his sword in retaliation, but the Caliburn, which could cut through iron like mud, broke on the spot due to a violation of chivalry.

Behind Pellinore stood a tall, imposing knight who, with even sharper spear skills and greater strength than Pellinore, swept several barbarians away.

"Lamorak! That bastard's here too! Let's fight first!" Mordred gritted his teeth, finally unable to hold back any longer, and charged straight over.

"Hey! Little Mo!" Shirou had no choice but to chase after him.

"Dear Da Vinci, why is Mo Zai so angry? That person is also a Knight of the Round Table, right?" Gudazi in Chaldea asked doubtfully.

"That's certainly true, but the relationships in the King Arthur legends are very complicated. Ever since Lancelot fled because of Guinevere, the Round Table has been broken and all sorts of problems have arisen," Da Vinci explained.