Chapter 66. A Worthy Knight

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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 66. A Worthy Knight

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"Over here!"

Mordred lifted her foot and kicked the wall.

"Boom----"

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, hit by the debris and lying on the ground, fell into silence.

Who am I? Where am I? How did these rocks come flying?

"Master? If you're still alive, make a sound," Shakespeare asked quietly, crouching beside Amakusa Shirou Tokisada's head.

"If I die, the contract will be nullified," Amakusa Shirou Tokisada helplessly pushed away the debris from his body.

"Master, you're really boring," Shakespeare shrugged.

"Oh, what good luck, it hit right on the Holy Grail's location," Mordred walked in, carrying her large sword.

"Your intuition is quite useful," Sisigou examined the surroundings with a shotgun, eventually focusing on the disheveled Amakusa Shirou Tokisada and the seemingly amused Shakespeare.

"Of course! Hahaha!" Even through the helmet, Sisigou could still guess how joyfully Mordred was laughing.

"Intuition?" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada bitterly smiled. To think that the Red Saber, who had been thrown to the outermost part, actually ended up here due to so-called intuition! Even the optimistic him had doubts about life.

"Well, it seems that the Lord thinks your plans have gone too smoothly, so here's a little trial for you," Shakespeare shrugged.

"Then I'll just have to get through it," Amakusa Shirou Tokisada sighed lightly and drew his katana. "Anyway, Caster, you don't intend to help, right?"

"Indeed, I am a pacifist and an observer," Shakespeare opened a book.

"Oh? A Master actually wants to fight me?" Mordred raised an eyebrow. "But then again, with the trashy Servants beside you, it's not surprising they can't be my opponents."

"Hey! I'm a literary master, not some trash," Shakespeare closed the book in dissatisfaction.

"Hah? Trash is trash. Even adding a literary master won't change a thing," Mordred raised an eyebrow.

"Master, I need to revise the preface," Shakespeare walked forward with a stern face.

"Are you going to help me fight?" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada asked with some expectation.

"No, I won't fight. Such an unpleasant thing is not for me," Shakespeare shrugged. "But well—this guy is too much of a bear. I always adhere to the principle of calling the parents for such troublemakers."

"That's quite helpful," Amakusa Shirou Tokisada sighed with relief, showing a confident smile. "With this, Saber loses its threat. I still have confidence in dealing with Master."

"Hah?" Mordred twisted her neck in displeasure. "Just you? Master, don't move. I'll twist this guy's head off right now."

"Better be cautious," Sisigou squinted. Since Caster and the priest dared to say this in front of them, it meant they were very confident about what would happen next. Mordred would definitely fall for it, though he didn't believe that a weird priest plus a Caster who seemed beatable could defeat Mordred.

"It's fine. Master's absolute weakness won't be reversed by a small trick," Mordred raised her large sword, showing a somewhat sinister smile. "Well—since Master asks me to be cautious, I'll just kill them with one blow."

"Girls shouldn't be so rude～" Shakespeare opened the book in his hand, and countless pages flew out like a vortex, sweeping through the entire space. "The time for the show has come. Let's offer a thunderous cheer. Now is..."

"Absolutely going to kill you!"

Mordred leaped and swung her sword at the smiling Shakespeare.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada silently moved a few steps to the side.

"Boom-----"

The wind pressure made Shakespeare's clothes flap, but he calmly closed the book.

"Parent meeting time."

"I see," the silver-haired woman calmly glanced at the large sword hanging over her head, lifted a finger, and gently moved the sword away. "Mordred, I thought you would cut it down without hesitation."

"Impossible..." Mordred's face turned pale. "Why are you here... Mother."

"Morgan, Mordred's mother," Sisigou's face changed drastically as he instinctively raised his shotgun towards the silver-haired woman.

"Clang-----"

Dozens of chains emerged from the corner and bound Sisigou, with one even gagging him to prevent him from speaking.

"Now..." Semiramis, clutching her chest, staggered out from the corner. "Deal with Saber!"

"You... I understand!" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada hesitated and raised his katana.

"Hmm?" Mordred, sensing something, looked up as red lightning began to surge. Her wild eyes made even Amakusa Shirou Tokisada take a step back.

"How dare you make me so unhappy!" Mordred raised her large sword. "I am the rightful heir to King Arthur! At this point, do you think I would stop because of a stinky woman!"

Morgan, referred to as a stinky woman, had a darkened face. She was not a fake but a genuine Morgan created by Shakespeare.

"Eh~ Then just ask him if he acknowledges it," Shakespeare snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

"You..."

A familiar voice made Mordred's movements freeze completely.

"You are not qualified to be a king."

A girl in a knight's dress emerged from behind Morgan. Her face, identical to Mordred's, carried an inexplicable sense of solemnity, with no trace of emotion in her holy blue eyes.

"So what if you appear now!" After a brief silence, Mordred spat angrily, "You were killed by me! Now I'll kill you again!"

But Mordred unconsciously lowered her sword.

"You're really useless. I thought you could become the heir to the king, but you turned out to be a defective product, even participating in this kind of war," Morgan sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It would have been better if you had never been born. No one in this world wishes for your existence, right, Arthur?"

King Arthur frowned in distaste at Morgan. She only thought that Mordred was unsuitable to be a king, not to the extent of Morgan's level.

But in Mordred's eyes, King Arthur once again denied her existence.

"What should I do..."

The sharp katana pierced through Mordred's spiritual foundation. Such a thing would have been impossible under normal circumstances, but the fear instilled by Morgan and the pressure from King Arthur drove her to collapse. The pain in her soul far exceeded the pain in her body. She glared at King Arthur, hoping for a response, but the unfeeling king merely watched her silently.

Father, at least...

Hate me like a human.

That way, I could at least prove that King Arthur has a heart.

Mordred's armor began to disintegrate as she helplessly knelt before King Arthur, just like in that battle long ago. Facing her discontent, King Arthur said nothing and simply watched her calmly.

"Now! Quickly deal with Saber's Master!" Semiramis shouted to the dazed Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.

"Hmm? Oh!" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada snapped out of his daze and drew his katana, charging at Sisigou.

"Well, the Master's trial is over," Shakespeare patted his book. "The thrilling process was just to add some flair; the outcome won't change."

However, Shakespeare did not notice that Morgan was scrutinizing him from head to toe.

After all, magicians are not inherently powerful beings but use various methods to alter things. Such minor manipulations could be performed even by this ineffective spiritual foundation, let alone someone who doesn't seem very adept at magic.

"Crack----"

The magical chains were bitten through by Sisigou. The Command Seals on the back of his hand were disappearing, but he didn't care. He stared fiercely at Mordred's pitiful figure and then shouted.

"Don't you want to become a king?"

"Is this the extent of your wish?"

"I believe in you!"

"You must have the qualifications to be a king!"

"At this point, she can't hear anything anymore!" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada raised his katana and swung it at Sisigou's head.

Ah~ In this world... there is at least one person...

"Shut up already!"

Mordred roared as she grabbed the brilliant sword lying on the ground and swung it.

"You're too much of an eyesore!"

King Arthur watched as the large sword swung past her face, a strand of golden hair slowly falling down, along with Morgan's head, who had planned to make some small moves against Shakespeare.

"I am the rebellious knight who killed King Arthur!"

Mordred roared and thrust her sword at Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.

"Master!" Semiramis' eyes narrowed. For some unknown reason, she opened her arms and shielded Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.

But the world is realistic; one person can't save another just by acting as a meat shield. The brilliant sword pierced through Semiramis' body and simultaneously through Amakusa Shirou Tokisada's spine.

"Ughhhh!"

Mordred roared as she flung Semiramis and Amakusa Shirou Tokisada aside, raising the rebellious magic sword high, with red lightning pouring out.

"Although I am a third-rate knight! But..." Mordred coughed up blood. Already at her limit, she forced her Noble Phantasm to activate, which accelerated her dissolution. But her will burned like fire. "I can still protect my Master!"

The raging lightning ravaged the entire space. King Arthur's previously calm expression changed. Her holy blue eyes reflected Mordred's figure swinging her sword to protect someone, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Rebellion Against My Noble Father - Clarent Blood Arthur!"

Mordred roared as she swung down the brilliant sword. The red pillar of light pierced through the courtyard in the air.

The flow of light roared like a dying but regal lion. Even though its end was quiet dust, it roared fiercely because someone had offended its majesty.

The red light gradually dissipated, leaving only the shattered walls and the magical residue of Semiramis and Amakusa Shirou. The red lion's dying roar only managed to scare off the enemy.

"Tch, they ran away?" Mordred shouldered her sword and tapped it. "Magicians are really annoying."

At this moment, Shakespeare quietly turned into a spirit and disappeared.

"You really are..." Sisigou sat weakly on the ground. "Causing such a fuss at the end."

"Is there anything wrong with a king protecting their subjects?" Mordred shrugged with a sense of entitlement, as if she couldn't see her already transparent body.

"Don't you want to talk to her in her last moments?" Sisigou pointed to the fading King Arthur, who was starting to disappear because Shakespeare had fled.

"I... I would love to cut her down," Mordred pouted, sitting next to Sisigou like a petulant child. She changed back into her delinquent girl outfit, pulled a cigarette from Sisigou's pocket, and lit it, glaring at King Arthur. "King Arthur, look! This is a gift from my Master! Do you have one? ...What! Don't look at me like that!"

Hey, hey, hey, I'm not the bad uncle who corrupts your child, so stop looking at me!

Sisigou awkwardly turned his head, feeling like King Arthur's oppressive gaze was glaring at him.

"Mordred, you are not qualified to be a king," King Arthur said as she flicked her cloak and turned away.

Mordred's expression darkened.

"But you are a worthy knight."

With that, King Arthur's figure vanished into the light.

"Tch... tch! My goal is your position! Who wants to be a knight?" Mordred stuck out her tongue at the direction where King Arthur had disappeared.

"Then why didn't you cut her down earlier?" Sisigou pulled out a lighter and lit Mordred's cigarette.

"Of course, that woman is even more disgusting. Cough, cough, cough! What is this! Have you been smoking this all along?" Mordred began coughing heavily from the intensely irritating smoke before she could finish speaking.

"Are you satisfied?" Sisigou smiled lightly and took out a cigarette for himself.

"I feel very satisfied cutting down that woman," Mordred pouted.

"At least be a little honest at the end," Sisigou patted Mordred's head.

"Tch! I get it! I'm so pathetic, just happy from a little favor from the king," Mordred began to rant as if she had given up on herself.

"Did your wish... come true?"

"Who knows. Master, your wish is still unfulfilled," Mordred raised her fist to Sisigou. "Next time, remember to call me. This King Mordred will help you."

"That's really..."

Sisigou raised his fist to meet hers, but all he touched was air.

The cigarette, which had burned only a bit, fell to the ground.

"Thank you."