True Father-Son Match

The speeding motorcycle screeched to a halt before Artoria and the others, its tires shrieking against the ground and tearing through the stillness of the night.

As the engine's roar gradually subsided, Mordred swung herself off the bike and slowly walked toward Artoria.

"It has been a long time, Father." After looking at Artoria for a long while, Mordred finally spoke.

Behind her, Kairi Sisigou silently grumbled to himself, That's not what you were saying outside earlier. Where'd all that madness go...?

"Mordred, it has been a long time." Artoria replied calmly, as though greeting an ordinary old friend.

Though she faced the one who had killed her and destroyed the Kingdom of Camelot, she felt little anger. Just as she had said during their final battle in life: [I bear you no hatred.]

"Can you tell me what wish you entered the Holy Grail War for?" Mordred hesitated for quite some time before finally asking.

Artoria straightened her back and stated her wish without hesitation. "I want to save Great Britain. I want to return to the day I drew the sword from the stone and choose another king to lead Britain toward prosperity."

"What?" Mordred said blankly, wondering if she had heard wrong.

Artoria shook her head and firmly repeated what she had said, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

"Heh... heh... hahahaha!!" Mordred suddenly burst out laughing. "Father, are you joking? How did I never notice you had such a sense of humor?"

Frowning, Artoria said, "I am not joking. I am serious."

"I was not a qualified king. I should not have drawn the holy sword. Someone more suited should have become Britain's king."

"I would return to the past so Britain could continue to endure. It has no future in my hands, so I will