Lion Cub

( 3rd POV )

"What just happened?"

A murmur escaped from a female reporter who was filming the entire event from a helicopter. They all witnessed an amazing display of power from the X-Men, like Havok with his giant blue laser beam that he had been charging for quite some time, and Storm, who summoned and controlled a devastating lightning strike toward Magneto's towers.

As their attacks reached Magneto's towers, causing a massive booming sound that everyone present heard, on the ground, the black-haired young man who had been chanting a bunch of weird nonsense also came to an end as the strange circle in front of him stopped glowing and a figure of a knight revealed itself.

"I don't know, Lois, but whatever attack the X-Men launched toward Magneto seems to have failed, but they managed to protect that young man who clearly has finished whatever he was doing..." a reply came from the cameraman who was holding the camera. Despite his quivering voice, he managed to sum up everything that had been happening to the female reporter and to those watching on the internet.

Everything came to a strange standstill on the battlefield. Magneto, who was panting and breathing heavily in the sky, Storm and Havok, who wore similar expressions to Erik, realized their attacks seemed to do no harm to the towers. The rest of the participants shifted their focus to look and listen to the knightly figure in front of Ken.

"I answer the grail summoning as a saber, I will entrust my sword, my honor, and my life to you, So, answer my question, are you my maste-" 

The metallic voice that came from the knight's helmet came to an abrupt stop when the knight finally saw the face of the summoner.

"We meet again, Mo-chan!" The summoner greeted the mysterious figure with a grin on his face.

A silence descended for a few seconds as the knight seemed stunned before registering who and what the summoner had said.

"Arggghhhhh!!! Ken, you bastard!!! I told you to stop calling me that name!!!" A roar came from the knight's helmet as it slowly opened mechanically, revealing a beautiful blonde-haired young lady inside it.

The metallic roar slowly replaced by the tone of an angry girl as the said girl approached her summoner in front of her. She grabbed both of Ken's shoulders with her arms still wrapped in gauntlets and shook him violently, showing her annoyance.

"Perhaps you want me to call you a little cub then?" Ken said with a smile still hanging on his face. He continued his teasing despite being shaken violently by her.

"Baka!!! That was even worse!!!" She replied to his teasing with more violent shaking, she was attempted to throw her master away with her full strength. 

The intensity of their exchange brought the battlefield to a standstill. Every participant, whether friend or foe, watched in stunned disbelief. The knight's true identity—a fierce, beautiful young woman—seemed surreal against the backdrop of their high-stakes battle. The wild aura she exuded added an unexpected twist to the unfolding drama, leaving everyone captivated by the strange, yet endearing interaction between her and Ken.

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( Ken POV )

The battlefield, once a maelstrom of chaos and power, now felt oddly intimate as I stood face to face with the fiery knight. Her armored gauntlets gripped my shoulders, shaking me with a fury that seemed almost playful to those who didn't know her. I couldn't help but smile, amusement dancing in my eyes, as she ranted about the nicknames I had given her.

I came up with her first nickname when we met and bonded during the London singularity. At our second meeting, when she sided with her father, she seemed to have no memory of us, so I teased her with another nickname. Lo and behold, both worked perfectly to rile her up.

Thanks to our previous bond, I could joke with her. But if anyone else besides me teased her, I bet she would cut them down immediately with her sword.

The little lion cub in front of me was none other than the famous Knight of Treachery, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, and the rightful heir to the kingdom of Britain. She was Mordred Pendragon, the owner of Clarent, who had the firepower we needed to take down Magneto's flying fortress.

'Thankfully, I didn't summon Mapo Tofu or any other servant with divinity.'

While she was still shaking my shoulders and complaining about the nicknames, I shifted my glance for a second to see her status on my system.

[ Servant

6. Mordred Pendragon

Age: 16 (Physically)

Species: Human, Homunculus, Servant

Title: 'The Knight of Treachery', 'The Rebel of the Round Table'

Class: Saber, Rider (Sealed)

Condition: Healthy

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Stats:

Strength: B+

Endurance: A

Agility: A+

Mana: B

Luck: A

NP: A

Personal Skill:

- Cigarette Lion B+

- Knight of Crimson Thunder A+

- Secret of Pedigree EX

- Charisma C-

Class Skill:

- Magic Resistance B

- Riding B

Noble Phantasm:

1. Secret of Pedigree

Rank: C

Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

Range: -

Maximum Targets: 1 person

Secret of Pedigree: Helm of Hidden Infidelity is the helmet of Mordred given to her by Morgan along with the words "You must not remove", told to wear it at all times in order to keep her identity and lineage a secret. Manifesting from the fact that it was never once removed in public until her final fight with King Arthur, it hides certain sections of her parameters, even from her own Master, making it hard to discern even her gender when coupled with her full body armor.

Her basic parameters and Class Skills can be seen, but status information pertaining to her personality and True Name as a Heroic Spirit, innate Skills, and data on her Noble Phantasms are hidden and cannot be read. Masking anything related to her True Name.

Removal of the helmet is required for the use of Clarent Blood Arthur, so she must reveal her face should she wish to utilize it. She can also remove the helmet to improve her Mana Burst even further, allowing the utilization of her Crimson Lightning attack, or explosively accelerate herself by releasing all her mana in an instant.

2. Clarent

Rank: C (Originally B)

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1

Maximum Targets: 1 person

Clarent: Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword is Mordred's sword and Noble Phantasm, originally stored away by Artoria Pendragon in the armory of Camelot. It is a treasured sword that has worth equal to, if not exceeding, Caliburn, that amplifies the authority of the king, a symbol of kingship. It thus raises the owner's physical parameters by one rank and grants and raises the rank of the Skill Charisma.

It is normally a B-rank sword bestowed during the succession of kingship, but Mordred stole it without acknowledgement. Due to this action, she was never acknowledged as a king, so the rank of the sword is lowered by one rank to C and does not grant her any of the normal bonuses while she wields it. She still came to favor utilizing it due to it being a sword that symbolizes royalty and can still utilize its ability of amplification. As an application of Mana Burst, she is able to drive her excessive hatred into the sword and amplify it to utilize Clarent Blood Arthur.

Mordred feels the weapon possesses a "curse‐like glory", not allowing herself to be defeated by anyone who is not her father, and even more so, not permitting for the sword that delivered a fatal blow to her father to fail in killing an opponent.

3. Clarent Blood Arthur

Rank: A+

Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1 - 50

Maximum Targets: 800 people

Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father is the full power, released form of Clarent utilized by Mordred, a transformation into an evil sword of hatred upon the condition of her holding it. It is not a property of the sword itself, but a manifestation of the episode in Mordred's legend. The attack is achieved by Mordred combining Mana Burst with Clarent's ability to amplify magical energy and her hate for her father, manifesting red lightning that she directs at her enemy.

Upon utilizing it, she takes a stance while removing her helmet, Secret of Pedigree, due to the requirement of it being released before she can use the attack. The space around her and the sword becomes stained with dark red blood, and the blade of the sword, enveloped by the radiance of blood, gives off strange, violent and furious sounds and begins to transform. Upon raising the sword, she releases the blood radiance upon the enemy as a flash of light, a surging wave with the simple purpose of destruction. It releases a straight line of crimson lightning from the tip of her sword, destroying all in its path.

Utilizing it takes a great deal of energy, giving her intense pain throughout her body, but her Master's competency allows her the strength to move immediately after utilizing it. ]

As I studied Mordred's stats on my system, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. 'As expected from Mo-chan, truly stats befitting a high-rank servant,' I thought. Noticing the absence of her Rider skills, I knew I'd need to draw the card first for her to possess them.

"It's good to see you again, Mordred-san." The familiar voice of my kouhai, Mash, broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present and stopping Mordred's relentless shaking.

Mordred released her grip on me and tilted her head slightly to see Mash, who was beaming at her. "Hey, Mash! It's been a whi—"

Her words cut off abruptly as she noticed the familiar white wall standing firm, protecting the city behind it. For a moment, memories flickered in her eyes. She scanned the area, taking in the chaotic, burning city, the razed surroundings, the scattered debris of destroyed metal objects, a group of weird people wearing a weird costume and of course the enormous metal stadium hovering in the sky.

The realization hit her—she had been summoned right in the middle of a battlefield.

"What the hell happened here? Where are we? Did you get yourselves stuck in another singularity, Ken?" Her eyes bore into me, filled with confusion and an endless stream of questions.

"I will explain it lat—" But as I was about to answer her, someone shouted in my direction, interrupting our conversation.

"Are you joking with me, kid!? I thought you were going to call our firepower, not some random young girl cosplaying in her kni—" Gambit, a few meters away from us, voiced his frustration, thinking I was playing with him. 

But unfortunately for him, before he could finish his sentence, a red blur accompanied by a crackling red thunder appeared right in front of him. Mordred, with her silver sword drawn and both hands gripping it tightly, aimed it directly at his neck.

"A random young girl, you say!? You better choose your next words carefully, Mr. Sexist."

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath. The tension between Mordred and Gambit crackled in the air, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Mordred's fierce loyalty and undeniable strength radiated from her, a stark reminder to Gambit and everyone else that she was not to be underestimated. The chaos around us momentarily paused, the scene crystallizing into a snapshot of intensity and anticipation.

'Interesting...'

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