"I never hated you. The reason I didn't give you the throne..."
"Was because you did not possess the capacity to be king."
It was an answer synonymous with "indifference." It was simply an evaluation of Mordred's capabilities, mercilessly declaring her unfit to be king.
In that instant, Mordred swung her sword in uncontrollable rage, while King Arthur pierced her chest with Holy Lance Longinus. No matter how sturdy her armor was, it was meaningless before that spear.
And yet.
Despite suffering a fatal wound, Mordred squeezed out the last of her strength and finally unleashed a decisive strike against King Arthur. Her helmet split in two, revealing the face of the young girl Shishigou knew so well.
Blood dripped from Mordred's lips as she reached out toward King Arthur before her.
"Father..."
Mordred never touched her father. Her body suddenly collapsed. King Arthur watched the scene, understood that he had won the battle, then turned and left.
Afterward, the surviving knight Bedivere brought King Arthur to the lake, where he threw his sword into its waters. Some said he died, while others said he went to the Fairy Realm to recover from his wounds.
That was the final scene of King Arthur's legend.
Shishigou ignored King Arthur as he gradually walked away. He merely stared silently at Mordred's fallen body and let out a sigh.
"Damn it. What an unpleasant dream."
What an incredibly vivid scene. The dream felt so real that he could even smell the blood. Mordred sat there limply with vacant eyes, as though her soul had been stolen away.
That was right. The current Mordred was nothing but a corpse. Before long, she would decay and rot, her body devoured clean by maggots.
King Arthur became a legend, while Mordred was etched into history as