The Road Forward

"Mordred, it seemed your swordsmanship hadn't improved in the slightest over these years."

"You still only swung your sword with brute force."

Bang!

Artoria blocked Mordred's strike. The lion-like mask she wore had shattered during the battle, revealing her delicate face.

Yet though her words were confident, she could not hide the exhaustion on her face.

Mordred, facing her, also showed a trace of fatigue, but he was clearly in much better condition.

"Aunt, you sure talked big. You could barely hold on under my attacks."

"And I haven't even gone all out yet..."