The Ark Of Meeting The King Of Knights

The Knight of Rebellion could not help but feel a sense of nostalgia as if she had done this before. Mordred looked conflicted, trying to figure out why she was smiling.

"Are you that excited to meet the King? You haven't stopped smiling since we were here..." asked the Valkyrie as she placed a hand on the towering doors.

"No... It's not that... I feel odd like I've been here before... I mean, it's not Midori's memories, and there's no way the kid would be around here because she didn't have the strength to unlock the front door so she won't wander about. It's my personal memories..." explained Mordred.

"You know, I once heard from Z and Raiyen that there's such thing as Parallel Words and Universes. A world like ours, but events of history are played differently. So, for example, King Arthur and you were real males from Z's world, and in Raiyen's world, Merlin was a female."

"The legendary Leviathan was someone who could control the waves and sea creatures in Z's world while it's only a myth. Perhaps those memories were from your time in the Void since that place is the space between Universes," suggested Mavislin as Mordred placed her hand on the door.

"So that means I have other versions of myself somewhere out there? That's remarkable... And cool! I wonder if they are all as strong as me..." wondered Mordred as she summoned her full armor, including her large helmet.

"Using the Helmet Of Concealment isn't going to do you any good against the King when she recognizes you from afar. It's not hard to forget that getup... Isn't it heavy?"

"The bulkier, the better because I look more intimidating since I've got such a small body. I can fool my opponents with my armor, making them think that they've hit me when they barely touched the skin. Pretty smart, huh? Hey, I wonder if the other mes would have armor..."

"Let's do this first, then we can think about other things. Let's push this damned door..." complained Mavislin as she moved forward.

The door swung open inwards, revealing a vast cavern with black rocks and streaks of red everywhere. A large boulder with a flat top sat in the middle of the room with a chair made of black dragon-like scales. The King sat on the throne with her chin resting on her palm.

Her appearance was precisely the same as what the Ankou had pulled out from all the data from the Fallen Knights. The King's armor was very similar to a black dragon with red veins adorned on it. The only difference was a black cape around her neck and a matching crown on her head.

No weapon around her made the Valkyrie worried that the King might have built-in defenses to protect any intruders.

"There she is... The legendary King of Knights and ruler of Camelot, the pretense for Briton. The one who slayed Vortigern and allowed her kingdom to crumble with her childish ideals of being the perfect King. Wielder of Divine Weapons such as Excalibur and Rhongomyiad..."

"She has now demoted herself to nothing but a meaningless killer and advocate of evil. She is no longer the Promised King, for she has returned as the Cursed King who holds nothing but chaos and destruction in her hands..."

"I can't wait to be victorious and prove how wrong the King is not to see me as heir to the throne..." said Mordred.

"You've always dreamed of this, haven't you?" questioned the Valkyrie as they approached the King.

"Yes, but I never thought I would be doing it with my best friend. You left before the Battle of Camlann, and I had thought you abandoned me. But I was wrong for thinking so... You were the only one I had during that life, so I completely broke down when you left."

"But when I saw your angry face as I died, I was happy again that someone cared for me and I wasn't alone in the world..." confessed Mordred, gazing at the King.

"If the King had looked me in the eye or spent more time with me as father and child, I wouldn't have rebelled so badly. Maybe all I wanted was to have a proper family... But that's in the past so let's focus on what we have now!" bellowed the Knight of Rebellion as she overtook Mavislin.

The Valkyrie could only shake her head as she recalled how Mordred was eager to charge into battle without any care for her safety. It was always up to the Valkyrie to heal the Knight's wounds.

"Oi! Don't sleep when we've just broken into your house! No wonder it was so easy to attack Camelot!" shouted Mordred as she stepped forward.