Shirou and Mordred both froze--
Jeanne brought up the subject they had both been avoiding as casually as if she had no psychological burden whatsoever.
What on earth is going on in this woman's head? Mordred wondered.
Shirou said, "My true identity is King Arthur's replacement..."
"Yes, yes, yes~ King Arthur's Shadow Warrior, a Knight of the Round Table, the Black Knight Artorius of the Hidden Seat, right?"
Jeanne no longer believed a word he said.
After all, just last night, while fighting Caster's Noble Phantasm, "Gordius Wheel"--
Shirou had revealed his true name in front of everyone: "Arthur Albion."
Jeanne continued making conversation for the sake of it:
""Red" Saber, what is your wish? If you win the Holy Grail War... what kind of wish do you want?"
Hearing this question, Shirou also looked over curiously.
Mordred stopped stuffing her face and met Shirou's eyes.
"I want to challenge the Sword of Selection, then become the true King."
Jeanne froze for a moment before asking the exact same question Shirou had heard from Shirou before.
"Well, what if you can't pull it out..."
"How could I possibly fail to pull it out?"
Shirou cut in.
"..."
Mordred's eyes widened as she stared at the red-haired boy in disbelief.
"Did I say something wrong, Little Mo?" Shirou asked in return.
Mordred shook her head. "No... nothing... You're right. Of course I can pull it out.
I will become a king who surpasses King Arthur, a king greater than that guy--do you have a problem with that?"
Shirou smiled. "Of course not. I'm looking forward to that day."
The red-haired boy and the golden-haired girl exchanged glances filled with a certain special understanding.
What an awkward pair of parent and child...
Jeanne watched the scene in silence and could not help