Chaos

"Mordred, once you reach the battlefield, listen more to your aunt and Lancelot. They're all seasoned veterans in the army. Ask them for advice, listen more, watch more, learn more..."

At the harbor, Leon looked at his daughter, who was about to head for the battlefield. After a moment of silence, he finally forced out those words.

"I understand, Father."

Mordred looked excited, his eyes full of longing for the battlefield. Who knew how much of it he had actually taken in.

Their group was among the last to depart. Artoria had already led the main army ahead, and by now should have arrived on the new continent.

Seeing this, Leon...