Anomaly and Speculation

"What kind of joke is this?!"

Mordred's face twisted, her eyes bloodshot.

Her hoarse voice rang out in every direction, no longer resembling her usual tone. She was clearly furious beyond measure.

Leon turned his face slightly and glanced at his daughter in that state, an indescribable smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Mordred, what is it? I, your father, abandoned my original stance and came here in person to help you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Father, you're toying with me."

Mordred trembled with rage, yet her grip on the Demon Sword only tightened.

She raised the Demon Sword,...