As a new-generation Knight of the Round Table, Mordred had never experienced the war against Vortigern. To her, perhaps the strongest enemy was Sword Emperor Lucius.
But the impression Fujimaru Kyoya gave her was that even Galahad might not be able to defeat him decisively, much less Sword Emperor Lucius.
Could someone like that truly be the person the older generation of the Round Table had constantly spoken of, the one her beloved father cared about so deeply?
"Mordred, one day my reign will reach its end, and you will be crowned king."
A memory surfaced in Mordred's mind. It was the day she had revealed her identity to Artoria. She had originally wanted to give her father a surprise, but Artoria had already known who Mordred was.
Rather than rejecting Mordred as the legends claimed, Artoria had continually given her trials even before she confessed her identity, raising her as a successor.
"If Lloyd is still here to assist you, then I can truly rest easy."
Artoria had said such words more than once. Mordred had once believed that this legendary knight must be an incredibly brave and wise figure.
But the result... wasn't he just someone who got paid for doing nothing?
Mordred admitted that the man before her was indeed strong, but surely not strong enough to warrant the fear of so many Knights of the Round Table.
In truth, there was nothing wrong with that thought. The reason Fujimaru Kyoya had been able to suppress the Knights of the Round Table back then was not only because his own stats were high, but also because of his special advantage against the British faction and the Holy Tree's blessing.
If those things were removed, he would not be certain of victory against either Triple Gawain or Lancelot.