Chapter 116: Saber of Red POV

Chapter 116: Saber of Red POV

~Mordred P. POV~

[Trifas, Workshop]

There were many things so wrong here with my Master. Now where do I even begin with him…?

Ah!

I know the first one is after letting Ruler go to search the area we booked to an undisclosed location which I ate till I was full and happy. But what I didn't expect was oh I don't know he somehow had a [TERRITORY CREATION] skill!

And it was fucking A-Rank! That kind of Magecraft is supposed to belong to the Caster Class but apparently, he can create one when he has time. He called it the Gamer Hub with a modern-day room with a TV and a kitchen.

Oh, if that wasn't bullshit enough, he made it undetectable even to the enemy Mages. The golems nor homunculi could sense us inside the Gamer Hub.

He had some spare left over from some guy in the previous Holy Grail guy Lancer he took for himself and made it fucking near impossible magic-wise to even enter the private underground base that acts like a fucking 5-star hotel.

Hell, even I can feel the Mana in this place fueling me up. When he sleeps or I sleep we can both see our dreams from our experiences and have to say his a weird but respectable one from what I can see.

These are only small glimpses, but I know for sure his not from this world. Or Worldline according to him but I couldn't help but groan out loud on the couch, "Unbelievable. Unfreaking believable."

Listening to my ramblings my Master turned his head towards me working on a project of his in a curious tone, "What? Something bothering you Mordred?"

I couldn't help but sigh out loud growing a tick mark of how annoyed with my Master speaking what comes to mind, "No. That's not the issue… I can't believe you're making us camp out in the freaking enemy territory like it's nothing?!!"

My Master only laughed sheepishly looking guilty for having the guts to make a territory on enemy soil like it was no issue, "Hahaha… yeah that would be arrogant of me. But it's not like those guys can find us anyway and it's rare to find such first-class leylines here. Add with my territory you are here should give you a huge boost to restoring your Mana supply as well."

I could only scratch the back of my head at my Master's carefree attitude gazing at him working the issue, "The problem isn't the leylines or anything like that. What's that?"

Pointing towards the dagger he was creating Mash spoke filling the dagger with Magecraft I can't figure out in a proud tone, "A replica of my previous Servant Noble Phantasm. The [Rulebreaker] if I want to sever a connection or nullify even Magic this is the go-to weapon to go with. Thanks to Medea giving her knowledge I simply needed time along with others for a fight between Servants."

Tch. Fight between Servants. It's usually the Servants that fight each other not the Master fighting against one. Especially during the fight against Saber of Black but hey who am I to judge?

All fair's in love and war. It was that dumbass fault for leaving his back his literal weakness wide open to a Master attack. Shame I didn't due him in, but I've got other chances against the other Servants of the Black Faction.

While I was speaking with Master a thought occurred as I asked out of curiosity's sake to get his attention, "… Hey Master, what do you want to use the Holy Grail to wish for?"

I'm interested to know of my Master from another world interested wish. It's not every day for a Servant to have an intriguing Master like him. And one that can fight holding his own or end a Servant in a flash.

He paused considering no. Rather than thinking of an answer before finally responding in an honest tone towards me, our gaze met, "If I had to wish then I'd probably like a map of this world and generator in others without me always charting. Or I don't know skill books of True Magics to help return to my family.... or probably nothing in the end keeping it as a nice trophy."

I voiced out my opinion lying down on the couch in a bored tone, "The heck? So boring."

My Master focused on his trinkets asking his question about me listening intently, "That so huh? I guess it would be boring to others. Well? Knight of Rebellion, you already asked me, so I can ask what your wish is too, right?"

Clicking my teeth I guess I had this one coming. So, I answered my Master's question as he listened to my story.

The Knight of Rebellion, Mordred. One of King Arthur's Knights of the Roundtable, and the villain who rebelled against him. Taking advantage of King Arthur being away on an overseas expedition, Mordred, having been left in charge in his absence, rallied soldiers together and placed herself on the throne she earnestly desired.

When King Arthur returned, he fought a long series of battles against Mordred's army with no time to rest. That was the great decisive battle at camlann.

King Arthur and Mordred battled each other on the burning battlefield. Though Mordred was pierced and killed by King Arthur's holy spear Rhongomyniad she managed to deal a fatal wound to the King with the last of her strength.

Soon enough I found myself retelling my story to my Master listening intently to my words with each word I spoke in a cold tone regarding my father, "That King never acknowledged my power right till the very end. In terms of skill with the sword or governance, I was the same as the king. No, I should have been even better. But that damn king denied me the right of succession, using the origins of my birth as a reason. So, I rebelled and ended everything. I showed everyone that King's reign was all for nothing."

Listening to my words my Master soon spoke stating my goal of my wish clear as day to someone like him, "Then your wish is to draw the sword selection. The sword that King Arthur pulled from the stone."

I only grinned seeing how my Master understands me so well proudly acknowledging his answer in a confident tone, "Yup! The very same for I am the one and only rightful successor to the King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon. There's no way I can't draw it."

He smirked full of confidence believing my words standing up and summoning a weird cube to speak to me, "In that case, I can't wait for you to surpass Arthur then. But in the meantime, do you wanna spar? I've been meaning to get used to this weapon after all… it's the same one that ended you."

My eyes soon got alarmed recognizing that Magical Power shouting out loud in pure shock and rage seeing that foul weapon in the mortal plane, "Wait that Magical Power… Father's Lance?!! How is Rhongomyniad still within the world?!!"

Seeing is believing as I couldn't help but growl as the terrain around us changed drawing my sword and wanting an explanation, "Hold it! Explain how someone other than Father can wield that lance much less you!!"

That was when the cubed changed into the exact lance form that killed me twirling it around as he explained to me in a serious tone, "I managed to take it from someone who had the Mystic Code of the Pendragon Bloodline. I took it from a cult that worshiped your father foreseeing a future a girl would be erased trying to revive your father. So, I took it for myself averting her fate and in the future useful against enemies. But now…"

*Shinng*

Swinging his arm around holding the fraction of Rhongomyniad power with a serious expression, "… I don't have much control over this weapon. And probably won't draw out the full power anytime soon so I need someone to help me master it. Knowing your history with Arthur I need someone who won't hesitate to strike me down with knowledge of the Lance. What say you Mordred Pendragon?"

This fucking bastard… just seeing that blasted thing is pissing me the hell off. Fuck him being my master…

*KABOOOM*

The electricity of crimson began to surround me donning my armor very pissed offed using my Noble Phantasm [Knight of Crimson Thunder] rushed forward, "GO TO HELL MASTER, DIE!!!! [CRIMSON LIGHTNING]!!!"

Unleashing the might of my power my Master simply took the attack and my eyes widened in disbelief. The damage all I did was make a shallow burn listening to him smiling in a proud tone, "So this is what the [Armor of Fafnir: Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon] does. It will take a lot more than that to harm me… Baeber."

*BOOOM*

He tanked my [Crimson Lightning] only infuriating me. I won't let him look down on me for long and teach this bastard a lesson!!!

Being my Master be damned! I'll kill this bastard!!!

MARK MY WORDS!!!!

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[Nighttime, Trifas]

I didn't mark them fast enough...

I hate my Master with all my being… he seemed to improve with my regards to killing him where he stands. He took all my attacks head on shrugging them off which honestly disturbed me.

I'm a Heroic Hero with superhuman strength beyond human comprehension. And suddenly this guy appears tanking attacks and pushing his weight around. Brutally punching or kicking him he tanks them like nothing.

Using all my Magical Power of my Noble Phantasm? Only shallow scratches. Kicking or punching him in the dick? He transfers the damages to the ground to what he explains is the [Battle Flowing] style. Fucking bullshit!

I'm tired of fighting it out. My Master is a genuine monster. And that says a lot about him coming from me. With my Father's Lance, he seems to be improving each step of the way as he goes.

He mentioned during my wrathful state trying to slice his manhood he had 'eaten' the memories of his world of the Magus Killer nonchalantly mentioning his from another world like it's nothing to him.

But his strong enough. Probably stronger than he gives himself credit for that's for sure. His attacks are weak, but he makes up for it with defense he also mentioned the fact of the rest of the Black Faction's roster of Servants.

At the very least his being cautious while playing around in Dracula's territory. Hah! Fighting fucking Dracula would be a nightmare enough. But he has given me enough to work out what kind of enemies would be facing.

Formerly, Saber of Black Siegfried, the Dragon-Blooded Knight rest in peace buddy.

Archer of Black Chiron, the mentor of Greek heroes.

Lancer of Black Vlad III, the Lord Impaler, or as he likes to call it 'DRACULAAAAA!!!' His words not mine.

Rider of Black Astolfo, the Twelfth Paladin of Charlemagne, or as he calls him Ferris 2.0 for some reason.

Caster of Black Solomon ibn Gabirol, also called Avicebron, the master of golems.

Berserker of Black Frankenstein, Frankenstein's Monster.

Assassin of Black Jack the Ripper is a legendary Serial Killer but that one went rogue.

So, in reality, we're facing 5 Servants but we'll bide our time Master says but if need be we can go out when I ask.

Currently, we were moving in the night observing the enemy territory of the Fortress of Millennia triggering the Bounded Field of the area with Golems and Homunculi appearing with Master speaking to me donning my armor, "We've got company. How confident are you in causing trouble in enemy territory?"

Donning my armor prepared for battle with multiple Golems and Homunculi armed to the teeth. If there was one thing I like about my Master is his fearlessness as I replied, "Did you even have to ask?"

This wasn't out of concern I asked of him. NO. After fighting with him I pity any Servant unfortunate enough to cross blades with him if he gets serious. He survived against me so that's saying a lot in my tantrum.

However, if there was one thing I didn't like about my Master it's the fact he's trying to stay close to people's levels not using his full power. That kind of thing will get you killed in the Great Holy Grail War but that's why he has me to watch his back.

All I do in this war is simple. Bash some skulls and take names. Blood and violence are my game, and my enemy will then know who it is they're fucking with…

I expressed a feral happy grin to my enemies under my helmet. Today I choose violence.

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A/N: Hey guys Author here to say that I'm adding Fate/Extra into the next arc since I need time to read the LN of High School DxD to get a better grasp of the world. On a side note, I wanted to ask who should the MC partner.

Nero (Saber) or EMIYA (Archer/Actually Satan).