"Heh, so it really was you. I was worried Jack the Ripper's description might have been off. But now it seems she was fairly accurate."
Gawain sneered, his right hand already closing around Carnwennan's hilt.
Clang-
The blade's resonant hum rang unusually clear across the empty wilderness. Its silver-blue surface reflected the pure white moonlight like a mirror, as though the moon goddess herself had lowered her gaze the moment this Holy Sword left its sheath.
"Before I left, I intended to see which side our visitor belonged to. If it was a friendly Servant, perhaps we could make cordial contact. But now, I've changed my mind."
Clank, clank-
Black armor plates struck and scraped against one another.
"Whether you are her or not. Mordred..."
Gawain raised the Holy Sword and pointed it straight ahead. His eyes, their irises scorched black by fury, remained fixed on his enemy:
"I will kill you!"
"Ha."
A quiet laugh.
"Haha."
It was Mordred's quiet laugh.
"Hahahahahahaha!!!"
At last, the quiet laughter became a wild cackle.
This was the second time she had removed the Horned Helmet before someone she knew-the helmet she had worn throughout her life.
Hair like golden sand spilled down, with what looked like a silver streak above her forehead. Her emerald eyes resembled those of someone from the past, but what poured from them was endless mockery and...
Hatred.
"The original fourth seat of Britain's Round Table, former Sun Duke, 'King of the Dawn,' and what else... 'successor to the King of Knights'?
Hahahahaha, how terrifying!"
Magic power surged, crimson thunder leaping and coursing over Mordred's body:
"When did you, who made 'nobility' and 'honor' your lifelong creed, sink so low that you'd share a nest with a sewer rat, with filth that devours souls for magic power?