Now,
The The Perfect King video had finished playing.
Who knew how many people across the world were waiting for Britain's reaction.
More precisely, they were waiting for the reactions of the video's two central figures—
King Arthur and Mordred.
Judging from what the video had shown, the two had fought with everything they had.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit had paid with his life to stop the fight, making the whole scene utterly tragic.
After the Nameless Heroic Spirit's death,
one had wielded the Betrayal Sword, while the other had held the Stab-Son Spear, and they had perished together.
The destruction of Britain, the death of the Nameless Heroic Spirit... These were blood feuds in which both sides had fought to the bitter end.
After the mysterious [Alaya] exposed everything, no one knew how the two Heroic Spirits would react.
But Gawain had to admit that Little Mo really had it rough.
Morgan had raised her as a tool from childhood, intending for her to kill Father King.
Then she had met the Nameless Heroic Spirit and mistaken his boundless familial care for sweet romantic love.
She had worshiped King Arthur to the point of madness, only to be rejected by King Arthur herself, who did not think she was qualified to inherit the throne at all.
During the Battle of Camlann, she had joined forces with King Arthur to kill the Nameless Heroic Spirit, only to be stabbed to death by Father King in the end.
That was just too tragic!
So Gawain stepped in front of the two without hesitation. "Little Mo, you said earlier that if the Nameless Heroic Spirit in the video was real, you'd eat the mashed potatoes I made for an entire year. It's time to honor that bet!"
???
Mordred's complicated thoughts abruptly froze as she looked up at the Knight of the Sun.
When I put question marks, it doesn't mean there's something wrong with me. It means there's something wrong with you!
Given the current situation, shouldn't you be stopping the Father and Daughter duo from fighting to the death?
Why were you bringing up something completely irrelevant?
"Don't worry. I'll make you all kinds of potato dishes in different ways—sweet, spicy, whatever you want! After all, I'm not some kind of demon~"
Gawain's smile was as radiant as the sunlight outside.
His glorious bearing, immaculate clothes, and refined British gentlemanly air were fully displayed at that moment.
You destroyed my Britain, dragged my King into dying with you, and still expect me to help you properly?
If it weren't for the stability of Britain today, I'd kill you in the name of justice even if you were my sister by different parents!
"You potato spirit!"
Mordred froze for a moment before shouting the nickname [Nameless Heroic Spirit] had given him.
That man loved using potatoes to make all kinds of food.
Every time, he would proclaim that potatoes were the best and force the entire Knights of the Round Table to eat them together.
Everyone suspected that he had been a potato in his previous life, which was why he was so obsessed!
"Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, spirit, honesty, and justice are the Eight Virtues of a Knight."
King Arthur spoke calmly from the side, her holy green eyes fixed on Mordred. "Mordred, you disappoint me as always."
"You are fundamentally unfit to be king. You are merely a sacrifice immersed in lofty ideals, maintaining your noble image of self-sacrifice while remaining completely incapable of caring about anyone!"
Mordred shot to her feet and looked up at Father King, who was now a head taller than she had been back then.
After watching the video, countless memories she had once forgotten flooded back into her mind, finally restoring the spirit of the Rebellious Knight from those days.
"That's why those people thought you could never be human! You don't understand the human heart at all, and they were willing to rebel with me!"
She gritted her teeth and berated her furiously. "I destroyed the Britain you cared about most with my own hands so that you would regret it! So that you would open your eyes and look around you—look at me!"
Her overwhelming emotions poured out without restraint.
Even being stabbed to death by that spear could not conceal this boundless hatred.
"Little Mo, you..."
Gawain stood to the side, watching her with a complicated expression.
Back then,
Lancelot had killed his most beloved sister, Gareth, provoking the two of them into a fierce battle in which he had been gravely wounded.
Later, during the Battle of Camlann, he had refused to let Lancelot come to the King's aid.
As a result, an old wound had been struck, and he had died.
His personal grudge had led to the King's death, becoming the thing he regretted most in his life.
Now, having descended into the twenty-first century as a Heroic Spirit, Little Mordred—who still showed not the slightest sign of repentance—made him want to teach her a serious lesson.
It was normal for children to be naughty and disobedient.
She just had to be more careful in her next life!
Facing Little Mordred's accusation, King Arthur said calmly, "I have never denied you, nor have I ever regretted it."
"You still don't regret it at all?"
Mordred's finger trembled slightly as she pointed at her.
"When I drew the Sword in the Stone, the Nameless Heroic Spirit had already told me everything. I knew perfectly well that Britain was destined to fall, yet I drew the sword without hesitation!"
Artoria turned her head toward the window and looked out at the prosperous, dazzling metropolis.
Before she drew the sword, the Nameless Heroic Spirit had already told her everything.
Hatred, betrayal, destruction... She had known it all.
It was precisely because she knew that she had drawn the Sword in the Stone, wanting to do everything in her power to extend Britain's future.
A faint sorrow appeared on her normally calm face. "The only thing I regret is that I was unable to repay the help the Nameless Heroic Spirit gave me."
That person had helped her silently from the very beginning.
When she drew the Sword in the Stone, he had stepped forward, suppressed all opposition, and helped her become king smoothly.
When she fought Vortigern, the King of Lowly, he had shielded her and joined forces with her to slay the powerful and invincible White Dragon.
Amid the countless undercurrents, he had willingly become an assassin in the darkness and suppressed every rebellion.
During the final Battle of Camlann,
he had even taken the initiative to stand between her and Mordred.
He had done so solely to keep her from bearing the sin of killing her own flesh and blood, willingly sacrificing himself instead.
Artoria even vaguely knew that some terrifying disaster had occurred after her death.
Once again, it had been that person who acted and resolved everything!
For all of this, she owed him far, far too much.
So much that it could never be repaid.
Artoria looked calmly at the girl before her. "So if you dare attack him, I will show you no mercy!"
If she had not personally killed her once before, she would have already drawn the holy spear.
"I—I refuse to accept this!"
Mordred's eyes shimmered with tears as she glared furiously at her. "The two of you are simply joining forces to toy with me, treating me like a puppet to manipulate as you please!"
"The two kinds of birds the Nameless Heroic Spirit described to Merlin—one worked hard to fly on its own, while the other laid eggs and urged its children to fly desperately. We chose the former."
Artoria looked at her and spoke with utmost seriousness.
She had given Mordred the greatest freedom possible, unwilling to let her walk down the path of destined destruction that she herself had taken.
She sighed softly. "I gave you too much freedom, leaving you even lonelier. That was why you fell into betrayal."
"The Nameless Heroic Spirit really is wonderful, so there's no way I'll give him to you!"
Mordred looked at her coldly. "You want to repay him, but can you find him?"
That person upheld justice and was content to remain nameless.
If the mysterious [Alaya] had not exposed him, the entire world would never have known that he had done so much.
A Nameless Heroic Spirit mysterious beyond compare!
When asked that question,
Artoria's gaze passed through the enormous human heart before her as she looked down at Mordred. "It's normal that you can't find him, but I can!"
The moment those words were spoken, the other two people in the room stared at her in a daze.
"Where is he???"
Mordred blurted out the question instantly, her expression turning extremely anxious.
Right now, she had far too many things she wanted to say to him and did not want to wait even one more second.
Beside her, Gawain was equally astonished. "The Nameless Heroic Spirit is still in this world?"
According to what the first two videos had revealed, he seemed to travel through the river of history, accompanying one Heroic Spirit after another.
An existence so mysterious and powerful was probably either on the road or in some era.
Once he met that person, Gawain wanted to treat him to a grand potato feast!
"Why should I tell you?"
Artoria looked down at the girl before her with a faint, teasing smile.
The two had exactly the same features, and people occasionally mistook one for the other.
The greatest difference was that
Mordred had the body of a fifteen-year-old girl and could never grow any taller.
Standing together, the two looked like a pair of eerily similar, perfect mother-and-daughter beauties.
As Artoria looked at her, she suddenly understood many, many things.
She had failed to save Britain as its king.
And as a parent, she had failed to raise her child properly—so badly that Mordred was even fighting her for a man!
What an incompetent Father King I am!
"Damn it!"
Mordred clenched her fists tightly, once again feeling the other woman's merciless ridicule.
That person absolutely would not tell her!
Even with a little thought, she could understand exactly what method Artoria had used.
It was simple. At the end of the The Perfect King video, in order to save the Nameless Heroic Spirit, who was on the verge of collapsing and dying, she had not hesitated to place the scabbard inside his body.
[The Avalon of Solitude!]
This scabbard was a genuine EX-rank Noble Phantasm, possessing a formidable defense equivalent to magecraft.
Its wielder would never age, and any injury could be healed rapidly.
Even curses could be cured!
Once its True Name was released, it would enter a completely invincible state, defending against all magical and physical attacks.
It could even reflect attacks back, equivalent to armor with 100% damage reflection!
If she had not given the scabbard to the Nameless Heroic Spirit, King Arthur would never have been gravely wounded and died!
The scabbard had originally belonged to King Arthur, and she could sense it as long as she was within a certain distance.
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