Suspicion

"Your Highness, please don't be too surprised when you see what I look like."

Arthur gave him a warning in advance. Under Mordred's expectant gaze, she raised a hand to touch her helmet.

Clatter!

The helmet gave off a metallic grinding sound as it began a complex transformation, splitting into scattered components. The entire process was incredibly smooth, brimming with a sense of technology that made Mordred's eyes gleam.

She slowly removed the helmet, revealing Arthur's true appearance.

Her short golden hair shimmered beneath the setting sun. The instant the helmet came off, a stray lock atop her head sprang upright. Beneath the loose bangs over her forehead, there was that...