Illya Picks Up a Big Sister

"How about we form an alliance?"

Richard I looked at Enkidu with a smile and made the suggestion.

Forming alliances is a common strategy in the Holy Grail War, and this Heroic Spirit before me, whose gender is unknown and who possesses a unique aura, should not be difficult to get along with.

"There's nothing wrong with forming an alliance, but as I said before, we'll discuss this issue again after the child wakes up and leaves."

Enkidu said calmly, "After all, allies should test each other's strength, shouldn't they?"

Richard I nodded; he approved of the decision.

"How did this child end up in the forest?"

Since he had to wait for Illya to wake up, he went over to check on Illya, showing some concern for the lost girl.

Enkidu shook his head and did not stop Richard I, as he could sense that Richard I had no ill intentions.

The conversation he had just heard made him realize that this was a king who would not attack a little girl he didn't know without reason.

Richard I walked over quietly and came to Illya's side.

Seeing Illya's face covered in dirt, Richard I bent down and reached out to clean her up.

"Stop! You pervert!!!"

A roar came from afar, followed by a fierce and brutal slash.

Richard I leaped back several steps in an instant, barely dodging the sudden attack.

Mordred charged over with a fierce expression, stood sideways in front of Illya, shielding her from view.

She learned that Richard I had left the police station and searched the whole city for him. She finally found him here, only to be met with this scene.

How could this not enrage her?

"You actually wanted to harm such a young child?!"

Mordred stared at Richard I with a murderous glare. "And you dare call yourself a knight? A descendant of King Arthur?"

"Today, I will tear you to pieces!"

Richard I quickly waved his hand, "You've misunderstood, I didn't..."

"Prepare to die!"

Mordred wouldn't listen to any of this; she had seen Richard I reach out to the sleeping little girl with her own eyes—there was no doubt about it.

In addition, she already had a very poor impression of Richard I, so no matter how he explained it, she would never believe him.

Richard I dodged repeatedly, looking pleadingly at Enkidu and Sajyou Ayaka, hoping they could help explain.

However, Enkidu just smiled faintly to the side, looking like he was ready to observe his strength carefully.

Sajyou Ayaka also remained silent, instead looking at him with a suspicious gaze, as if considering whether Mordred's words were true.

Richard I was deeply hurt.

He knew this battle was inevitable, so he casually broke off a branch from a nearby tree and faced Mordred seriously.

"Huh? A tree branch?"

Mordred became even angrier. Richard I did not draw his weapon, but instead fought her with a tree branch, which made Mordred feel that she was being slighted.

"You think you're Lancelot?"

She laughed in anger, Caliburn in her hand emitted a crimson magical light.

"Since that's the case, then die!"

Illya woke up at this moment, and Mordred shouted and yelled without any restraint, so she was naturally woken up.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Still half-asleep, Illya blinked in confusion, then saw the familiar figure in front of her and muttered softly, "Mordred?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mordred turned and glanced at it.

"Who are you? Your voice sounds familiar. Do you know me?"

"I am Illya!"

"Illya?" Mordred looked at the clown-faced Illya suspiciously, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Illya, why did you paint your face so messy? I can't even recognize you!"

Illya hurriedly stretched out her hands and vigorously wiped her face, but the dried stains were not so easy to wipe away, and instead made it even worse.

However, thinking she had cleared herself of all charges, she saw Mordred fully armed and stood up to ask, "What are you doing? Fighting?"

"Illya, wait a moment, I'll talk to you in a bit. I'll take care of this guy in front of me soon."

Mordred then remembered that she had important things to do.

Seeing that Mordred had turned her attention back to him, Richard I on the other side did not hold back and immediately activated his Noble Phantasm.

"The Eternal Distant Sword of Victory! (Excalibur)"

A dazzling beam of light emanated from the branch in his hand. He could actually activate Noble Phantasm with a branch, which surprised Mordred.

But what angered her even more was that Richard I called out "Excalibur".

Without hesitation, she unleashed her Noble Phantasm, Caliburn in her hand shone brightly.

"For the sake of the king's peace, I must expel you, you imposter!"

"Clarent Blood Arthur! (Clarent Blood Arthur)"

The red and golden rays collided in the green shade of the forest, intertwining and pushing against each other before finally shooting straight into the sky.

The branch in Richard I's hand turned to dust instantly after the attack; how could an ordinary branch possibly withstand such immense magical power?

"As expected, it's a fake. Compared to Father King, it's far inferior!"

Mordred showed no sign of stopping and continued her attack on Richard I.

Enkidu finally stopped standing idly by. He slapped the ground with both hands, and clay weapons appeared one after another, raining down like arrows between the two, separating them.

"Let's stop here. If this forest is destroyed, I'll be in big trouble."

Mordred turned and gave Enkidu a serious look, then scoffed unhappily, tossed aside Caliburn, and went to talk to Illya.

Richard I breathed a sigh of relief. Mordred's Noble Phantasm had put a lot of pressure on him. Without a suitable weapon, he was not confident in fighting Mordred.

"So you really are Mordred, a descendant of my ancestor King Arthur."

Mordred glared at him. "My Father King only has me as his heir!"

"Or are you trying to say that you are also my descendant?"

"Come here, I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

At this moment, Illya seemed to have forgotten her earlier sadness and couldn't help but complain, "Mordred, if he is an unfilial descendant, he might really be your offspring."

Without saying a word, Mordred pinched Illya's dirty face and pulled her outward forcefully.

"Who are you calling an unfilial descendant! Huh?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong! My face is getting bigger! Let go! Let go!"

Faced with Mordred's clutches, Illya hurriedly begged for mercy.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

Chapter 12, Section 526: Illya Picks Up a Girl

Yuxian and his group, who were anxiously searching for Illya in the distance, saw a beam of light rising in the tranquil forest and immediately turned their attention to it.

"There's a fight going on! This magic..."

"It's Mordred!" Mash exclaimed immediately. "That's the light of Mordred's Noble Phantasm!"

"Let's get there quickly!"

Yuxian and his group immediately changed direction and headed straight for the location of the pillar of light.

The forest is destined to be bustling with activity today, not only because Yuxian and his group are on their way, but also because a lost soul is wandering here.

The fanatic walked dejectedly through the forest, making no attempt to conceal herself, wandering aimlessly as if she had lost her soul.

"How could I allow such tainted magic to flow into my body..."

"Immature... I'm still not mature enough. I didn't even notice something so simple."

The bewildered fanatic, at this moment, resembled a defeated rooster, head bowed, radiating a visible sense of dejection.

"There's a battle ahead!"

The fanatic noticed Mordred and Richard I fighting not far ahead, and his expression turned serious.

But she quickly lowered her head again. "What does this have to do with me? I can't do anything right now. I can't let that filthy magic enter my body again, even if it kills me!"

She stood there quietly, neither leaving nor moving forward, silently watching the battle ahead.

Rather than saying she was observing, it would be more accurate to say she was daydreaming.

Even after the battle was over, she remained there, staring blankly without making a sound.

"Since you're here, why don't you come over and say hello to everyone?"

Enkidu discovered her and extended an invitation to her.

The fanatic was taken aback, but did not refuse. He slowly walked out and came to the front of the crowd.

"Assassin!"

Richard I recognized this as Heroic Spirit he had fought before. "You don't seem to be in good condition?"

Anyone could tell that she was in a problematic state, given her fanatical nature.

After a moment of silence, the fanatic finally revealed her situation and told those present what had happened to her.

"I'm actually fighting using such disgusting magic, I..."

Mordred curled her lip and said disdainfully, "Tch! Why don't you just kill him with that kind of magic?"

The fanatic remained silent; she couldn't be as magnanimous as Mordred.

She dreamed of killing Jesta Carl, but the thought that she was using Jesta's magic made her feel as if she were in a murky swamp.

She can't do it.

"Why don't I provide you with magic?" Richard I smiled and extended an invitation to the fanatic.

The fanatic suddenly looked up at him, his eyes brightening.

If someone provides her with magic, she can assassinate Jesta without any scruples.

However, she also understood that Richard I, as Heroic Spirit, also needed magic to fight, and if she shared his magic, it would inevitably affect his own combat ability.

"Is it really possible?"

The fanatic asked this question.

"No!"

The one who answered her was not Richard I, but Mordred.

Mordred glared at Richard I, "His magic, that imposter's, is truly awful!"

Richard I shrugged and gave a wry smile; Mordred's prejudice against him was extraordinary.

"Is there any other better way?"

The crowd fell silent. The fanatic sighed dejectedly, "Perhaps this is my punishment for my immaturity."

"Um... actually... I can..."

Illya's hesitant voice rang out.

The fanatic looked up and saw a dirty little girl behind Mordred; it was she who had spoken.