"The battle seemed to be over. Assassin had been eliminated as well."
On a mountain not far from the Matou Residence, Mordred and the silver-haired girl stood together. They had been watching the battle for quite some time.
Sensing that the aura of battle had vanished, the silver-haired girl spoke those words, but she received no response. Turning to look at Mordred, she found Little Mo gritting her teeth, seemingly on the verge of exploding.
"That just now! That was EX!!"
Mordred recognized it. That beam of light was an attack that could only be unleashed by the Sword of Promised Victory wielded by her father. In other words, her father was inside that old mansion before them! That aloof King!
"Calm down, Saber. Going over there now would just be suicide."
The silver-haired girl knew of Emiya Shirou and Saber. After all, she had been in Fuyuki City for several years and knew quite a bit about its people and affairs.
She also knew about Mordred's resentment—her father had never acknowledged her. It was just that...
Wasn't a father supposed to be male?
"Heh! I never expected this, never expected it! To think I could meet you again in this world, in this time! Good. Very good!"
Mordred wore a crazed expression. She was clearly about to lose control.
The silver-haired girl frowned. She did not want Mordred rushing out to her death at a time like this, so she rolled her eyes and said,
"Your father should be a Saber too, right? But you're also a Saber. Wouldn't that make two of the same? I remember there were two little girls over there. It seemed they could use the power of Class Cards to obtain Heroic Spirits' Noble Phantasms for battle. Maybe they were the ones using that