On the screen.
After Morgan appeared, two drops of strange liquid had appeared in her hand.
One drop revealed the phantom image of a tiny red dragon. It was none other than King Arthur's blood.
The second drop shimmered with a milky-white radiance, filled with indescribable mystery. It was not blood DNA, but an extraction from the existence of [Nameless].
It seemed to contain the mysteries of countless histories and countless worlds spanning several thousand years.
Morgan gazed at the second drop of strange liquid and murmured softly, "Nameless, you really did come from another time and space!"
She extracted vast magic power from the enormous white dragon's corpse and poured it all into the mysterious magic array before her.
The other party was clearly not a living creature at all, but an amalgamation—one that gathered endless mysterious power.
Under the infusion of her immense magic power, the Red Dragon of Britain and the silver-colored rule amalgam slowly fused together, becoming a tiny embryo.
The artificial human Mordred was born!
The baby let out a cry, announcing her birth.
Morgan held the tiny baby. On her face, so similar to King Arthur's, bloomed a delighted smile.
"My child, when you were born, all of Britain whispered this name—Mordred!"
It worked!
King Arthur represented the hope of Britain's people and possessed the power of the red dragon.
Vortigern, the King of Lowly, represented the final mystery and Britain itself. His true form was a white dragon.
And Nameless, a mysterious visitor from another time and space, possessed an unpredictable destiny.
Add to that the ruler of Britain who had inherited the power of the island—herself.
By combining the power of four supreme beings, she had finally created an ultimate genius capable of easily destroying King Arthur.
Even "genius" could not describe her. She was clearly—
The child of the world!
The one cherished by the entire world!
Morgan held the infant, her smile growing brighter. "My child, King Arthur will reach the end one day. And you will be crowned king!"
This was an artificial human whose growth rate was more than twice that of an ordinary person.
At only eight years old, she had already fully developed and possessed exactly the same appearance as King Arthur.
Then.
This eight-year-old knight was sent by Morgan, through Gawain's hand, to the Knights of the Round Table's headquarters.
Morgan said to her, "As my son, you have the right to inherit the throne. For now, hide your identity and serve the king. Then—defeat the king and take her place."
[Damn, she's eight?!]
[You don't believe me? I can't believe it either! She was only eight after being born, and she already looked like this!]
[As everyone knows, videos can't be edited. In other words, Britain's prime minister Mordred was actually an artificial human?]
[As expected of Morgan. She easily accomplished something no one else could!]
[It's over. A heartwarming father-daughter reunion is about to begin!]
"Eh? Mordred came into existence like this?"
After seeing this scene, Luo Ya grew increasingly astonished.
The Uploader [Alaya] was far too powerful, exposing the Black History of the Heroic Spirits and all kinds of secret information.
If this was true, all of Britain would be plunged into a massive upheaval.
"So, so amazing!" Ilya couldn't help exclaiming as well.
What kind of terrifying genius had been created by combining the origins of four supreme beings?
In the presence of such a person, even she could not possibly compare.
The video continued.
After Mordred joined the Knights of the Round Table, everyone took a liking to the genius knight.
And she, in turn, worshiped King Arthur and Nameless with fanatical devotion.
Especially Nameless.
Nameless taught her personally, just as she had taught Artoria.
She even often gave her special meals, preparing sumptuous and delicious food for her.
Ilya swallowed. "Could Nameless have known Mordred's identity from the very beginning?"
"She definitely knew. That woman's a transmigrator, after all!"
Luo Ya spoke with absolute confidence.
Then.
She stared at [Nameless], who was teaching and feeding Mordred in the video.
Then she glanced at the otaku sitting across from her.
Her little face was full of smiles. "Nameless can cook, too, and she treats people so gently. She's so handsome it's unreal..."
"What's wrong? Go find her, then!"
Wei Gong grew even more disdainful.
This woman insisted on comparing him with his own self, which was completely ridiculous!
In reality, he had always somewhat regretted spoiling Mordred too much back then, which had resulted in the brat known as the [Rebellious Knight].
But what could he do? As a single man, he had suddenly learned that the bloodline of a cute little girl flowed through his veins.
Could anyone endure not spoiling her?
Spoil her—spoil her to death!
By the time he wanted to change things after spoiling her for a while, it was already impossible.
Tears flowed down his face!
Having learned his lesson, he had focused on frugal child-rearing the second time he raised a child, developing her morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and practically.
The problem was—
Why had he raised another brat?
Could it be because she was inherently destined to oppose the Heroic Spirits, making it impossible to change her nature?
Wei Gong's mood grew increasingly complicated.
The savior who had drunk and laughed with countless Heroic Spirits and saved the world now felt a sense of defeat.
"Hmph, she already has Mordred, King Arthur, and Joan. There's no room for me to squeeze in!" Luo Ya pouted.
No matter how good someone else's person was, she still belonged to someone else. This otaku of hers was the one who belonged to her.
Although Nameless was enjoying boundless glory now, once all her secrets were exposed by [Alaya]—
That woman who had provoked so many Heroic Spirits would surely face a battlefield of romantic rivals in the future.
There would be a good show to watch then!
Fight! Fight!
On the screen.
Merlin, the white-robed court mage, was watching the smiling girl and knight practice swordsmanship.
As long as she stayed by Nameless's side, the girl named Mordred constantly wore a smile.
The smile on the face of this Child of Nightmare grew ever more delighted. "As a knight destined to betray everyone, you're still too young to understand. This affection of yours is clearly an impossible love!"
But he had no intention of warning her.
This was a fate humanity was destined to experience.
Besides, what could be more delightful than witnessing it with his own eyes, enough to make his entire body tremble?
Oh, you say he wasn't human?
Sorry, he was the Child of Nightmare. He fed on human dreams and had never been human in the first place!
As an artificial human, Mordred grew up rapidly.
Her worship of King Arthur also grew stronger by the day.
At this moment, Morgan appeared once again.
The witch spoke words designed to strike at her heart. "King Arthur doesn't know that you're her child. Even if she did know, she would never acknowledge having such a filthy child!"
"Filthy?"
Mordred stared blankly at her mother.
When she had first learned that she was King Arthur's child, she had been plunged into boundless joy.
She had never expected her mother to use that word to describe her.
"That's right. You'll never be acknowledged. No matter how desperately you work, you'll never be qualified to inherit the throne!"
Morgan smiled and delivered another cruel blow. "Besides, Nameless doesn't belong to you. She belongs to her!"
"My child, kill those two adulterous dogs and be crowned king!"
That smile was so glaring in Mordred's eyes.
"No, I don't believe it!"
She took several steps back and shouted despite herself.
Then she came before King Arthur and questioned the king she loved most face-to-face.
She wanted to know whether what Mother Morgan had said was true.
Upon hearing this, the other party sighed softly. "So it was my sister's scheme. Although you are indeed my child, I have no intention of acknowledging it, and I certainly won't pass the throne to you."
"Is that so...? Why was I only allowed to sit at the very end of the Round Table—I finally understand."
Mordred stumbled backward and left.
At that moment, she understood everything.
How could King Arthur, who had always hated Morgan, possibly acknowledge her?
No matter how desperately she struggled, even if she surpassed everyone else, she could never be acknowledged!
Her boundless worship of The Perfect King transformed into boundless hatred at that moment.
Finally.
When King Arthur led her army on an expedition to Rome, hoping to win Britain a peaceful future in a single battle—
Mordred raised the banner of rebellion and seized control of Holy City Camelot.
She commanded a vast army and intercepted the returning king at Camlann.
The war that would destroy Britain began.
The knight who had once fanatically worshiped King Arthur raised her sword toward the king. "Farewell, Father King—and farewell to my cowardice!"
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