Father and Son / (First Update)

She peeked behind her and saw Mordred, who had finished washing up and tidied herself up, standing in the living room with an unreadable look in her eyes.

"Mordred?"

Artoria, who had also discovered the existence of her own child, seemed to have a sense of unease settling in her voice.

"..."

Sensing an ominous atmosphere brewing in the room, the saintess turned to King Arthur's Master for help, but...

What's with that excited look on your face?

Seeing Illya's expression, as if she were enjoying the drama, the saintess realized that the burden on her shoulders was probably quite heavy.

If left unattended, these two will definitely tear the house down.

Thinking this, the saintess prepared to speak up and stop the two from doing so.

"That..."

"What's wrong?"

What are you doing?

Although their voices and the content are different, the two are expressing the same meaning.

"Mind your own business!"

"..."

Are we really going to just stand by and watch our breakfast... no, our house get demolished?

Glancing towards the kitchen, the saintess, mustering her courage and wanting to protect something, spoke righteously.

"Breakfast is about to begin, so please don't make too much noise."

However, persecuting Miss Saint is really fun (seriously).

Chapter 386. Father and Son

"I roughly understand the situation."

After listening to Jeanne d'Arc's account, Wang Xiaoming turned his attention back to the temple.

It has to be said that Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's advice seemed to have been very effective. Although the competition in the arena was still fierce, Wang Xiaoming could tell that both sides were deliberately controlling their strength.

But this can't go on forever. After all, everyone watching knows who these two people are. If we just let it go, they'll tear the house down sooner or later.

We need to find a way to make them stop.

At the same time--

"Eat breakfast..."

Shirou had just come out of the kitchen, wiped the water off his hands on his apron, and looked up to find the restaurant completely empty.

Where are they?

Shirou blinked, then, as if realizing something, his gaze suddenly turned towards the direction of his own dojo.

Worried that the noise from the fight would disturb breakfast... no, it should be said that it would disturb other people's rest, both sides unanimously chose bamboo swords for this competition.

How did you get here?

After parrying the fierce slash, Saber looked at the girl in front of her who had an almost identical appearance to her, and subconsciously frowned.

"Is that even a question?"

Taking a step back, Mordred was unconcerned that her attack had been blocked. Her lips, dry from the intense fighting spirit, pursed slightly, and her emerald eyes ignited with a battle intent capable of burning anything the moment she saw the figure before her.

"Of course it's because of you, King Arthur!"

King Arthur.

The Britain King of Knights who ruled Britain for 6th century. His legend became a literary work, captivating medieval Europe. Although forgotten for a time, he re-emerged in the 19th century, not only regaining his former fame but also spreading throughout the world.

Without a doubt, it is Heroic Spirit with the highest "rank".

She is the first Heroic Spirit mentioned when discussing [Saber], and if she could be summoned as [Saber], she would be the strongest class to demonstrate her strength and skill.

King Arthur was not only a true king who commanded the Knights of the Round Table, but also a warrior who could take on a thousand men single-handedly.

She was a [king] who miraculously brought prosperity to Britain, defeating Britain barbarians who invaded it; she was also a [watchman] who guarded Britain, the "lighthouse" that had long been crumbling, until it was finally extinguished.

And the culprit who personally extinguished that last glimmer of light was none other than the person standing right in front of him—

"Mordred..."

Artoria gazed at the person standing before her, her nominal "son," a thoughtful expression flashing in her eyes.

Unlike the Servant who returned to their thrones after the Holy Grail War, Artoria still retains the memories of the Holy Grail War from ten years ago.

Therefore, when Artoria opened her eyes and saw Kiritsugu's face, weathered by time, Kiritsugu accepted his request to protect Illya.

"Rest assured, I will protect Illya just as I protected Irisviel."

He made his promise to his former Master, Artoria.

Then, Illya brought him here under the pretext of "mooching a meal," and there he met Mordred. And judging from Illya's previous expression, she was clearly aware of Mordred's existence.

So why is that?

Although I have many questions, now is clearly not the best time to ask. In any case, let's end this battle first...

"That's more like it!"

Sensing Saber's rising fighting spirit, Mordred grinned, and crimson magic, representing savagery, began to coursing through his body.

Sensing the opponent's intentions, Saber held her breath and focused her magic, preparing to meet the upcoming attack.

Clearly, both sides had forgotten Jeanne d'Arc's earlier instructions.

But if these two were to actually fight, then putting aside breakfast, just as Wang Xiaoming had previously thought, the house would eventually be torn down by these two.

Just then--

"Well, it's time to eat breakfast."

Saber caught a glimpse of a young man in an apron appearing at the entrance of the dojo out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, here it comes."

To Saber's surprise, upon hearing the young man's voice, Mordred immediately withdrew all her magical power, casually tossed the bamboo sword in her hand into a corner of the dojo, and turned to leave.

The entire set of movements was so fluid and graceful that Saber had the illusion that she was being ignored.

If Mordred knew what Saber was thinking at this moment, she would give him a mocking look.

How could it be an illusion? After all, in Mordred's view—

Fighting is fine anytime, but missing breakfast because of a fight is definitely not worth it.

Hopefully, this will be a good thing...

With these thoughts in mind, Saber sighed softly and was just about to sheathe her bamboo sword when a voice suddenly reached her ear—

"It's been a long time, Saber."

"You are... Caster's Master?"

Turning around, Saber's eyes flashed with realization upon seeing the face of the man standing at the dojo entrance.

"After breakfast, let's have a proper talk about this Holy Grail War."

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Saber nodded subconsciously.

Coincidentally, she also had a lot of questions that needed answers, such as Mordred...

Then, at the dinner table--

If the description of what happened at the dojo before was "ready to unleash their power," then now it's probably "a fierce battle between dragons and tigers."

An aura that was almost visible to the naked eye rose from the two Sabers.

They were locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to yield.

The struggle at the dinner table will not be detailed here; it is enough to know that if Shirou hadn't kept feeding them, these two would probably have really started fighting.

"How about I take a few days off first?"

After breakfast, seeing how exhausted Shirou was, Wang Xiaoming decided to take pity on him this time.

"Then let Shirou and I go shopping together!"

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Illya raised her little hand high and said.

When Illya agreed to participate in the Holy Grail War, she did have a secret thought of skipping class. However...

"Illya ..."

Saber looked at her little Master with some difficulty.

He had already agreed to Wang Xiaoming's request to discuss the matter, so if Illya was going out with Shirou, then he would no longer be able to protect her.

Although it was daytime, he was still worried about letting Illya and Shirou wander around the city alone. During the Holy Grail War, if they encountered enemies like Servant... even if they were both Magecraft, it would probably be too late.

"Then let Mordred help."

Wang Xiaoming, who was standing to the side, suddenly made a casual suggestion.

"Huh? That's too much trouble, I don't..."

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Mordred instinctively prepared to refuse without thinking, and then--

"Yes, that's true. For important tasks like guarding, it's better for the [King of Knights] to do it himself."

"Hey, who do you think you're underestimating?!"

And so, Mordred "easily" took over Illya's bodyguard duties.

In short, another update (or death).

Chapter 387. (First Update)

After breakfast--

"Hey, Sakura, aren't you coming with us?"

Standing in the entryway, Illya saw Sakura getting ready to go to school and quietly encouraged her to skip class with them.

"Illya, please stop encouraging Sakura."

Shirou looked at Illya, who was whispering in Sakura's ear, and gave her a helpless expression.

So many years have passed, and he's still the same...

"Yes, it's fine to have your brother stay with you."

Looking at Shirou standing behind Illya and Mordred looking displeased, Sakura chuckled and shook her head.

"Regarding your leave request, I still need to go and explain the situation to Teacher Fujimura."

"Hey, are we going to the Taiga?"

Upon hearing Sakura utter that name, Illya instinctively shrank back. Judging from this reaction, she clearly had a very deep impression of that name.

"Well, I'm heading out now~"

As Sakura prepared to leave, Shirou suddenly called out to her.

"Oh, right, Sakura."

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"You know what's going to happen in the coming days, so come home early after school."