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However, after confirming it, my feelings were quite complicated.
If she could, she absolutely did not want to see him in the Holy Grail War, because...
In this way, the two sides are once again on opposing sides.
Ding! ! ! !
The helmet automatically split and retracted, revealing a face that bore a resemblance of over 95%.
"Father?" The Reverse Knight looked at the noble and elegant woman opposite him with a look of astonishment.
Mordred, who never expected to meet his parents, was filled with mixed feelings.
Chapter 43 Mordred: Maybe he understands people's hearts so well!
However, the Rebellious Knight was the first to react.
He carefully examined the Holy Gun King opposite him, then his expression instantly turned ferocious. He raised his greatsword, pointed it at the Holy Gun King, and roared:
"You audacious thief! How dare you impersonate my father! I'll tear you limb from limb, you imposter! (f***ing ***)"
With that, Mordred charged straight at the Holy Lance King, slashing down with his greatsword.
Artoria: Σ(っД;)っ
clang!
At the critical moment, the Holy Lance King drew his Holy Lance and blocked the sudden attack.
Seeing that his first attack failed, the enraged rebellious knight pressed on relentlessly.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
The Holy Lance King did not retaliate, and even lost all will to fight, constantly blocking attacks and retreating.
"What a rip-off! Draed, are you mistaken? I am who I am, Artoria Pendragon, how can you call me an imposter?"
With her identity exposed, the Holy Gun Queen no longer concealed her real name. At the same time, she knew that Mordred on the other side must have misunderstood something, and she wanted to clarify things first.
"Don't try to fool me! Do you think I'd believe your lies?!"
The rebellious knight ignored her explanations and continued her attack as she pleased.
"Although I don't know where you stole my father's holy spear from."
At this point, Mordred's offensive abruptly halted as she looked at the Holy Lance in her opponent's hand, seemingly recalling something unpleasant.
But she persisted, saying, "But your disguise is so poor, especially..."
With a slight increase in distance, the rebellious knight pointed her sword at the Holy Lance King's two large hearts.
"Especially those two cheap disguises! Father doesn't have such deceptive things!"
Irisviel, Kenneth, Sora, Kiritsugu Emiya, and Maiya Hisau: (⊙_⊙)! ?
Poor-quality disguise~
It's a scam~
No~
The three words pierced the heart of the Holy Lance King, leaving him frozen in place.
While she may not have had such a big heart before, that's no reason for you to bring this up!
And do you think she wanted to grow up this big?!
This kind of burden is exhausting, okay?!
"Hmm~"
The Holy Gun King lowered his head in anger and sneered, then looked up and glared fiercely at the brat opposite him, saying each word clearly: "Mo!!!! (╬￣皿￣)"
Mordred: ?! ┌(Д)┐
Looking at the Holy Gun King's murderous expression on the other side, that familiar aura...
This reminded Mordred of the fear of being controlled by his parents, causing his confidence to plummet and him to back away in fear.
At this moment, Mordred also overturned his previous judgment.
Although she didn't know why the Holy Lance King opposite her looked so 'big' different from the father she remembered.
However, it cannot be denied that the other party is also the real King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon, and not some imposter.
……
"Hahaha~! I can't take it anymore, XSWL, this Mo kid really dares to do this."
Marne, who was watching the show, was also amused by Mordred's astonishing remarks and burst into laughter, collapsing into his chair without any regard for his image.
The two beauties beside him were also amused, both laughing at Mordred's reckless act.
……
"Hehe... Well, it seems there really is some misunderstanding between us. Why don't we calm down and understand each other's situation? Fighting and killing isn't good, is it?"
Mordred continued to retreat quietly, trying to calm the Holy Gun King on the other side down.
"No, I'm very calm now."
The Holy Gun King, his face filled with murderous intent, coldly said, "I'm so calm I just want to beat you up."
"No, no, no, it was my fault! Please don't hit me!"
"Prepare to die, you brat!"
The Holy Lance King charged straight in, and the battle resumed. This time, the situation was reversed. The Holy Lance King grabbed Mordred and gave him a good beating, making Mordred, who didn't dare to fight back, scream and yell for a long time.
"Wow! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Your Majesty! Forgive me!"
That scene was truly heartbreaking to hear and laugh at.
However, the two of them still had some sense of propriety; they were just joking around and didn't take it seriously.
The Holy Gun King was clearly holding back, and Mordred barely retaliated, only constantly blocking and dodging.
However, while others were enjoying the spectacle, Kenneth, Mordred's Master, couldn't bear to watch.
Kenneth's frantic shouts echoed from all around the dock: "Saber! What are you doing! Where did your strength go? This is war! Get serious!"
"How can I take this kind of opponent seriously?"
Mordred dodged the Holy Lance King's attacks while muttering to himself in disbelief.
You, as a Master, are talking without any sense of the situation!
That person across from me is my parent!
Generally speaking, what kind of brat would dare to actually hurt their parents?!
I'm afraid she'll end up like her now, losing all her momentum in a single encounter!
Another point is that Mordred is now somewhat enjoying it.
She could sense that the Holy Gun King opposite her was very different from her father.
Her father wouldn't get angry with her over such a trivial matter.
And even if they get really angry, they won't fly into a rage on the spot.
Her father, the king, only cared about the country and wouldn't make a big fuss about such bad things about himself, always prioritizing the greater good.
And it was precisely this aspect of her father that she disliked, feeling that he was like a machine called "correctness."
They have no humanity or compassion whatsoever; they don't live like human beings at all.
In comparison, the Holy Lance King opposite her was closer to the image of her ideal father.
It's more humane, more like a real human being.
Chapter 44 The Yangtze River Rampage, A Stunning Shot Amidst the Chaos
She would get angry over mundane matters and even physically assault her in anger; these are all expressions of human nature, qualities that her father, the king, lacked.
This is the kind of father she wants.
Yes, that's right! That's how it is!
She didn't chicken out because of the holy lance in the opponent's hand...
However, constantly being on the defensive is not in her nature, especially since her Master is starting to urge her on.
Mordred, feeling that his father had vented his anger enough, prepared to stand up again.
And just then.
Having just arrived at the nearby Berserker group, Kariya Matou suddenly noticed that his Servant beside him had become agitated for some reason after arriving.
"What's going on? Berserker! Quiet! Wait?! What's going on?! Disembark!"
A Berserker suddenly went berserk, charging straight into the battle between the father and son, much to the astonishment of its Master, Kariya Matou.
"Roar!!! (Get out of the way! Let me do the good job of beating up my king!)"
With only a sliver of subconsciousness remaining, the Yangtze Knight locked onto the Holy Lance King. In his delirious state, he raised an ice cream cone he had casually pulled out and smashed it at him.
"Lancer! Heart!"
Irisviel, who had been slacking off for a while, quickly reminded him.
Ding! !
Although the attack was sudden, the Holy Lance King, who was only playing around with Mordred, still managed to react, parry the Yangtze Knight's attack, and swung his Holy Lance to force him back, thus creating distance.
"Berserker?"
Seeing the Yangtze Knight suddenly appear before him, the Holy Lance King frowned warily at his delicate eyebrows.
However, the Knight of the Yangtze ignored Mordred and continued charging towards the Holy Lance King.
Ding! ! !
"Have you lost your sense of self? How pathetic, such outstanding martial arts skills have been wasted."