Camlann.
The two armies had once been brothers and kin, yet here they engaged in a bloody battle to the death.
"Another betrayal!"
Joan took a small sip of red wine as she watched the scene on the screen, seeing a reflection of her own experience in it.
Back then, after she had struggled to reclaim Orléans and wanted to continue liberating all of France, she had been betrayed by the French.
In the eyes of those nobles, there was no country or people—only greed carved into their very bones.
They had been so greedy that even the King of France at the time had lacked the money to ransom her.
"Jealousy and despair really can make people lose all reason!"
Joan swirled her wineglass, her pale golden eyes fixed on the knight girl who had undergone such a drastic transformation on the screen.
The Rebellious Knight, Mordred!
After Morgan had told Mordred the whole truth, and the King Arthur she worshipped most had personally emphasized that he could never pass the throne to her,
no matter how deeply Mordred had once worshipped King Arthur, that worship would now turn into hatred of equal magnitude!
Joan sighed softly. "King Arthur, you really don't understand the human heart!"
She had pursued perfection too fiercely.
A flawless king could never allow someone full of imperfections to inherit the throne.
For Britain, and for all its people, she had long since abandoned every emotion that a human being should possess.
Only the most extreme rationality remained.
That rationality had led her to make the choice she ought to make, yet caused her to overlook the most important thing of all—humanity!
Mordred asked once again, "Father King, I only want to know this: in your eyes, am I merely something filthy, completely unqualified to inherit the throne?"
"Stand down. I can forgive you."
Artoria gently tried to persuade her, her expression as calm and steady as ever.
After drawing the Sword in the Stone, and after Nameless had tried to stop her again and again, she had already made all the preparations.
To protect the people, her sword was destined to be stained with blood.
Even if she was abandoned, betrayed, and cursed, there was no turning back.
As a king, one had to endure loneliness!
"Hahaha, Arthur, you really don't understand the human heart!"
Mordred suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming wildly from her eyes.
She pointed to the enormous army behind her. "Do you know why all these people followed me in rebellion?"
"I don't."
The other side shook her head.
The knights had either been King Arthur fanatics or twisted King Arthur fanatics, yet now they had all drawn their swords and pointed them at her.
"Although you protected Britain, you became colder and more heartless with every passing day."
Mordred sighed. "To raise military funds, you believed crushing one village could exchange for the results of protecting ten villages, leaving countless families broken and scattered!"
"To win the war, you could sacrifice every one of them without hesitation!"
"You believed knights should silently devote everything, just like Nameless, and that they should receive no reward whatsoever, even after winning a battle!"
Behind her,
everyone quietly listened to Mordred's furious condemnation.
This was precisely why they had chosen to follow her into rebellion. They had endured enough of this endless fighting.
However.
The countless modern viewers who witnessed this scene gave entirely different answers—
[Mo, all of that is twisted logic! Mercy cannot command armies, and righteousness cannot manage wealth. As a king, you're supposed to be like this!]
[At Britain's moment of life and death, only a King Arthur like this can ensure the continuation of the country and its people!]
[But the people of Britain couldn't endure years of warfare, which was why they responded to the uprising!]
[Sigh, King Arthur isn't the one at fault. The world is!]
In the video.
War erupted.
The battle between the two sides was brutally intense, and both great armies were completely annihilated!
Countless bloody scenes flashed past.
In the end,
only Father King and Son remained facing each other on the hill of swords, with the corpses of countless soldiers beneath their feet.
They were packed densely together, creating a horrifying sight!
"Do you see this, King Arthur? Your country is finished! It has all been destroyed, and all you had to do was pass the throne to me. None of this would have happened!"
Mordred's tears streamed wildly as she looked completely deranged. "Am I, Morgan's daughter, really hated by you this much?"
"No, I have never hated you! There is only one reason I will not pass the throne to you—you do not possess the bearing of a king!"
King Arthur stared steadily at her. "Mordred, you have disappointed me too much!"
"Goodbye, Father King—and goodbye to my cowardice!"
Under the weight of boundless despair, everything Mordred had once devoted herself to—her mad reverence and loyalty—turned into endless hatred.
She drew her Noble Phantasm and poured all her hatred into it:
"I've had enough!"
The gorgeous sword that should have released a silvery radiance transformed at that moment, along with her betrayal, into an evil crimson-black glow like blood.
Endless hatred shimmered within the light, completely turning it into a calamity sword that shot straight into the heavens.
Mordred roared with all her strength: "Clarent Blood Arthur!"
"Mordred, you have disappointed me too much!"
Artoria unleashed the power of her sacred lance. "Let radiance bloom at the end... Let it become the storm anchor that tears through the sky and links to the earth!"
"Rhongomyniad!"
The two ultimate Noble Phantasms burst into dazzling radiance and crashed toward each other.
Just then.
An enraged roar came from the distance: "Morgan, get the hell away from me! If you dare stop me again, I'll kill you!"
That familiar roar caused the two who were about to unleash their attacks to pause for an instant.
The countless viewers immediately realized what was happening—
[Holy crap, I was wondering why Nameless hadn't shown up. Morgan was holding him back!]
[Morgan's schemes have so many layers. They're seriously deep!]
[My great Britain is doomed! No one can stop father and daughter from killing each other!]
[There's nothing we can do. This is a documentary. King Arthur is definitely going to die, and Britain is definitely going to fall!]
Under the burning gazes of everyone present,
a familiar red cloak shimmered.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit appeared once more, blocking the two of them.
The two Noble Phantasms crashed down, and earth-shaking destruction erupted in an instant.
Under the bombardment of those destructive pillars of light, even Nameless was completely powerless to stop them.
"Nameless, what are you doing?"
The usually calm and composed Knight King of perfection charged forward without a care for anything else and pulled him into her arms.
Under the bombardment of the two pillars of light,
even after Nameless raised a defense, he was utterly unable to withstand two ultimate Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasms at once.
The seven layers of violet petals shattered in an instant, and his body suffered devastating injuries along with them.
"Lily, I wanted to rewrite the future in which Britain perished, but I found that it was impossible to change."
Nameless coughed up a large mouthful of blood and reached out to touch the girl's cheek.
Though his breath was faint, he smiled brilliantly. "If this is a future destined to happen, then I'll bear everything. Because I am your knight!"
"No, I won't let you die!" Artoria gripped his hand tightly.
At that moment, the perfection-seeking king felt endless panic and fear for the first time.
On the other side.
Mordred's blood-red eyes, which had been filled with fury, instantly became utterly flustered. "No! Nameless, why did you suddenly appear!?"
She had started the rebellion only to make King Arthur acknowledge her, not because she truly wanted to kill Father King.
Why, even at a time like this, was Nameless still standing only at her side?
She clenched her teeth and asked with the last shred of hope, "Nameless, what do you really think of me?"
"You're important! You're the most precious treasure I'm willing to protect at any cost!"
Nameless coughed up another large mouthful of blood. He had already begun walking toward death, yet he looked at her with incomparable gentleness.
"I'm the treasure you're willing to protect at any cost?"
Mordred stared blankly.
She had launched the rebellion at any cost because Father King had refused to acknowledge her, filling her with rage.
But now.
The other person she admired most had actually said that she was incredibly important.
Important enough that he was willing to give everything to protect her!
Hearing those words, Mordred suddenly felt as light as a feather. There was nothing left to fear!
He cares about me this much. Does that mean I'm more important to him than Father King?
[Poor child. Without Nameless's secret extra meals, you'd still be gnawing on Gawain's mashed potatoes every day!]
[Nameless: What nonsense? You're my daughter, damn it! If I don't care about you, you brat, who will?]
[But Mo doesn't see it that way. She only wants to steal Nameless from Father King! You rebellious daughter, hahaha!]
[Mo: Who are you choosing, me or Father King?]
[No wonder that old rascal Merlin was so eager to watch this scene—turns out we're all Merlin!]
"Poor little Mo, she's so pitiful, hahaha!"