My Mother King Arthur

As Arthur pondered what excuse he could use to fool people, his opponent had already attacked:

"Naughty child, you'll be punished properly!"

Wielding twin spears, the graceful Queen of the Shadow Country appeared before Arthur in an instant, her crimson long spear thrusting towards his vital points—at the same time, Mordred lunged forward, shielding Arthur behind her!

Author's Notes:

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Chapter 57: A Minor Hiccup During the Entrance Exam

"No matter who you are, you're not allowed to hurt Elder Brother!"

Mordred's longsword blocked Scathach's attack.

"Oh, hmph?"

Scathach's attitude was a little strange towards this action.

"A lively child?"

"I don't dislike it."

"But by saying such things, you've resolved to become the target of my anger in his stead, haven't you?!"

Mordred: "No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, you're not allowed to hurt Elder Brother!"

"Is that your personality? You've been educated very well, my disciple."

"Then let me see, besides the empty threats you speak, what else do you have—"

As she spoke, Scathach wielded her twin spears, engulfing Little Mo in a fierce and swift attack, like a storm.

Her attitude was relaxed, and her posture was equally carefree. This indicated that she didn't consider the battle with Mordred to be anything too important or serious.

"—Damn it!"

In contrast, although Little Mo was fierce, her resolve and desire to win were much higher than Scathach's.

However, the most crucial element, "strength," showed a fundamental gap between her and Scathach.

If one were to look at their stats, Little Mo was far behind Arthur. After all, Arthur was the "Dragon of Frost," while Little Mo was just a young dragon girl.

When it came to skill, Little Mo was actually stronger than Arthur.

As mentioned before, Artorius was the commander. With so many troops and land under his command, he was a ruler in his own right. Therefore, instances of him personally engaging in combat had become increasingly rare. It was more common for generals like Little Mo to do the fighting. Consequently, Little Mo gained more experience points than Arthur.

Although Little Mo appeared somewhat foolish on the surface, it was mostly a facade.

The real Little Mo was very intelligent, even cunning. Especially after Arthur's careful tutelage over the past two years, Little Mo's adaptability in actual combat had become even stronger.

Therefore—

"You can do it, Little Mo."

From the rear, Arthur cheered Little Mo on like a cheerleader. Little Mo had already realized that her strength was significantly inferior to Scathach's and that a head-on confrontation would surely lead to her defeat. Just like when Arthur fought Scathach before, she switched from offense to defense, employing a multitude of tactics.

"A smart child, I don't dislike this either."

Seeing this, Scathach's lips curled upwards, revealing a pleased smile.

"Damn it!!"

Scathach's words were perceived as mockery by Mordred—even though it wasn't, and Scathach was merely speaking the truth, Little Mo still bristled like an enraged lion.

"I will defeat you!"

Meanwhile, Arthur had completely recovered and was now standing on the sidelines, like an uninvolved observer, beginning to critique the match.

"Little Mo's physical condition is about on par with Teacher Scathach's. Her combat experience and skill, however, are far inferior to Teacher Scathach's...

Hmm, Teacher Scathach isn't using magic today either, still fighting purely with martial arts.

Even so, the possibility of Little Mo winning isn't high.

It's about a 30/70 split."

As Arthur thought this, he also seriously and diligently observed Scathach and Mordred's moves, pondering their fighting styles and tactical considerations. He also considered whether these moves and ideas could be integrated with his current combat strategies to enhance his own strength.

"As expected of Teacher Scathach."

"Hmm, reach is strength. Perhaps I should learn some spear techniques in the future. It offers a significant advantage in one-on-one combat."

Arthur couldn't help but ponder.

Thinking about the Holy Grail War, when Saber fought Father King. It always felt strange. A one-handed greatsword versus a two-handed spear wielder, and the final result was a fifty-fifty draw without even unleashing their Noble Phantasms.

This probably means Father King's actual combat prowess was stronger than Saber's.

"Keep going, Little Mo!"

While his thoughts wandered, Arthur didn't forget to continue cheering for his sister.

"Ooooh oh oh oh!"

Whether it was a roar of anger or a response to her brother's call, after Arthur's encouragement, Little Mo truly seemed to gain a buff, her combat power growing stronger.

"They really get along well."

Watching the scene, Scathach couldn't help but think.

Then, she turned her attention to Arthur:

"Oh my, oh my, your own sister is fighting bravely up front, and you, as the elder brother, are hiding behind. Is that really okay?"

She said cheerfully to Arthur.

"I already fought the day before yesterday," Arthur replied with the same relaxed tone. "It was like an entrance exam to gauge our abilities. So this time, it's Little Mo's turn."

"Hehehe."

The older sister with long purple hair chuckled merrily.

Incidentally, long hair can be quite a nuisance during a fight. However, Scathach infused her flowing long hair with magic, making it seem alive. It perfectly dodged her weapons, her line of sight, and even her skin.

Conversely, Little Mo occasionally had strands of hair brush against her face, causing a slight tickle.

This itchiness was unbearable, as she couldn't scratch it with her hands, making Little Mo fly into a helpless rage. She let out a roar.

"Big sis thought so too, at first. But then—"

The next second, multiple magic spears appeared behind Scathach, who called herself "Big Sis."

At a glance, there were a total of thirty-two Gae Bulg, identical in style and seemingly in power to the crimson spear in her hand—terrifying existences.

"But seeing you so carefree, Arthur, just makes me uncomfortable."

As Scathach spoke, those crimson spears all charged towards him—

"Whoa—!"

At first, Arthur wanted to imitate Berserker Lancelot and catch the red spear barehanded.

But unfortunately, his current martial skill was still a little short of Lancelot's, whose skills had been sublimated into legend after becoming a Heroic Spirit.

Furthermore, the magic spear bombardment caused by Scathach's spearplay was significantly more powerful than that of a certain golden shining individual—

It wasn't that the Noble Phantasms of the magic spears were stronger than the Noble Phantasms. It was that Scathach's "control" and "familiarity" with Gae Bulg far surpassed that of a certain enthusiastic citizen, Gilgamesh—

That guy just casually threw his "collectibles" around. It was a far cry from Scathach's state of being one with her weapon.

Therefore, after barely blocking the first spear and using it to deflect the second, Arthur dropped his spear and drew his greatsword, Clarent.

After all, using a weapon you're not familiar with in battle is no different from courting death.

And so, Artorius Pendragon, the Dragon of Frost, joined the battle.

Author's Notes:

Heroic Spirit Mordred gains the innate skill: Brother's Encouragement A+: When fighting as Arthur's Servant, all stats are slightly increased. When fighting alongside Arthur, all stats are moderately increased.

Chapter 58: You Must Take Responsibility!

"Oh, oh, oh!"

It was obvious that fighting alongside Arthur had encouraged Mordred.

"Come on, Brother, let's defeat this witch together!"

She shouted, swinging her greatsword with even greater ferocity and charging forward bravely.

"Hehehe."

Arthur chuckled merrily, acknowledging Mordred's statement.

While he didn't want to offend his teacher too much, in this situation, he had no choice but to brace himself.

"I see, so she's that kind of child."

Scathach clearly observed that as the opponent charged, Mordred subconsciously shielded Arthur, covering his flank.

At the same time, Mordred's position allowed her to immediately rush forward and take a blow for Arthur if any unforeseen circumstances arose—of course, Artorius, who advanced in sync with Little Mo without a word, was in a similar position.

They covered each other, and Clarent, along with another greatsword very similar in specification and style to Clarent, swung towards Scathach in unison.

Their tacit understanding and correct tactics didn't just double their power. They even managed to suppress a powerful individual like Scathach.

Even with the Spear of Piercing Death being freely unleashed, Artorius and Mordred still held the upper hand!

"We can do it, we can win!"

Two greatswords suppressed two spears. Arthur and Mordred had almost surrounded Scathach, launching a pincer attack.

"If this continues, victory will be ours!"

Arthur also felt a sense of joy.

Although he didn't care much about winning or losing, since they could win, who would prefer to lose?

"Not bad, very not bad!"

Scathach's eyes flickered—unlike the battle against Artorius two days ago. That fight was more about wisdom, cunning, and schemes.

Today's battle, however, was a head-on confrontation.

There were no tricks or schemes. No traps or conspiracies—Artorius and Mordred employed a direct, head-on assault strategy.

One very important, perhaps the most important, reason for this was—

This fighting style instantly ignited Scathach's warrior spirit.

"Such good children—both their physical prowess and their techniques are excellent. I haven't been this excited in a long time!"

As she joyfully announced at the top of her lungs, centered on her, a total of twenty-five "Primal Rune Glyphs" suddenly appeared, spinning rapidly. In the Shadow Country's unique dim and ominous crimson hue, they stained Scathach's joyful, excited, almost frenzied eyes with blood.

In that instant, the pressure on Artorius and Mordred increased dramatically—

As one of the foremost mages of the Divine Era, Scathach, possessing the Primal Rune Glyphs, held immense magical power. She simply didn't like to display this power usually.

More than magic, Scathach preferred, trusted, and excelled at the twin spears in her hands.

This time was no exception.

Instead of directly using magic to create various offensive measures, Scathach employed "amplification magic."

She used the Primal Rune Glyphs to enhance her own power—a "greatly amplified" enhancement. An enhancement to an unbelievable degree—

It surpassed the most powerful Phantasmal Beasts, the "Dragons." Even if Arthur were to further sublimate the concepts of "Dragon of Frost" and "Dragon of Usurpation" into "Dragon of Winter" and "Emperor Dragon," it still wouldn't reach this level.

"A god!"

"And a very powerful god!"

"A deity who has bestowed all of their 'Strength' upon 'physical might'!"

"Teacher Scathach has already reached this level?!"

Arthur had never seen any gods before, so he couldn't make a direct comparison. However, he was certain that Teacher Scathach's current strength had absolutely reached an "unimaginable" level!

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