She longed to hear her father's praise, so much so that she couldn't free herself from that desire.
"I understand."
The red-haired boy crouched down and gently embraced Mordred.
"From now on, please continue to be my sword and protect my back.
"Mordred, you are the daughter I am proud of."
"Ah..."
Mordred savored the feeling of happiness filling her chest. She narrowed her eyes, but still couldn't stop the tears from streaming down.
What... so that's how it was...
It was such a simple truth, yet I never realized it. I'm such an idiot...
My wish... was to receive Father King's recognition...
He was a glorious and perfect king. Truly earning his recognition wasn't easy.
So I placed countless shackles upon myself...
I foolishly thought that as long as I worked hard, I would earn Father King's recognition.
But that was impossible--
Because no matter what I did, no matter what I accomplished, Father King would definitely acknowledge me.
"Mordred's wish was fulfilled the moment she became this person's daughter."
"Uu... uuu... uwaaaaaahhhhh...!!"
The girl burst into tears and couldn't stop.
As expected... I love Father King the most.
After that, Britain went through all sorts of events.
Although Mordred accepted the royal sword Clarent, she refused to accept the position of heir.
"I have no interest in the throne. Let Artoria have it."
That was what Mordred said.
That sort of thing wasn't needed at all.
All she wanted was her father's recognition.
As long as her father was willing to acknowledge and praise her, Mordred wouldn't care how lowly her status was.
Mordred only wanted to become the King's sharpest sword, fighting alongside her father forever--
After she understood everything, every day that followed was filled with happiness.
Many things happened.
She encountered many troubles.