Chapter 101. Ian: Servant I summoned is my daughter?

Chapter 101. Ian: Servant I summoned is my daughter?

Has she appeared?

Did Ian really summon a "Heroic Spirit"?

Moreover, is that the one he saw in the simulation battle just now?

Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

She came here originally to cause trouble for Ian, but the result was the complete opposite.

Ian was also somewhat surprised.

He never imagined that the Servant he summoned would be Mordred.

After all—

His wishes had entirely been directed towards Morgan.

Of course.

If he could meet Artoria again, that would also be a great joy.

But anyway, it had nothing to do with Mordred. (note: poor Mo-chan, being rejected by her father)

Why had she appeared?

Ian began to think.

Time wouldn't stop for their doubts.

The light gradually dimmed, and the body of the "Servant" slowly took shape into a human form.

Blonde hair, green eyes.

A small figure resembling Artoria.

But at this moment, she had a different name—Mordred.

And the first words she was about to say when returning to this world were:

"Fath—"

Before she could finish, Mordred, who had just appeared, was immediately pulled aside by Ian, moving with such speed that it seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.

He interrupted Mordred and said:

"Don't call me that."

"Eh?!"

Mordred, though seemingly not understanding why, blinked and looked into Ian's eyes, which resembled Artoria's. She nodded and responded:

"I understand."

"What's going on?"

Ophelia's voice came from behind the two.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

Ian let go of Mordred and turned around.

"Ophelia, you don't need to worry."

"..."

Ophelia's expression seemed complicated and somewhat helpless.

"Ian, you better be careful."

The excellent magus woman looked at Mordred before her.

"She's a 'Servant'. If you treat her like this, you'll make her angry."

"That would be troublesome."

Before Ian could respond, Mordred cheerfully spoke up:

"That's not going to happen!"

"This is my Fath—"

The word "Father" almost slipped out by reflex, but Mordred quickly covered her mouth and leaned against Ian.

She whispered softly:

"Since I can't call you that, what should I use instead?"

"..."

Ian fell silent for a moment, then answered:

"Master."

"Just call me that for now."

This wasn't a term Ian came up with on a whim.

In fact, it was a term officially recorded in the books of magi.

A "Servant" is the manifestation of a "Heroic Spirit" when they return to the world.

The magus who establishes a serving relationship with the "Servant" is called the "Master."

So, in the precise sense, Ian asking Mordred to call him that was completely reasonable.

It just sounded a bit devoid of emotion.

But now wasn't the time to discuss such matters—

How could Ophelia find out that he was Mordred's father?

If that happened, it would be very difficult to explain everything.

"Master..."

Mordred clearly didn't like the term, but she still nodded.

"Alright, I understand!"

She smiled and looked at Ophelia.

"This is my Master!"

"Cyclops, you don't need to worry, I won't hurt him!"

"Who, who is a Cyclops?!"

Ophelia responded quite irritably.

"That way of addressing someone is so impolite."

"Eh?"

Mordred scratched her head.

"But I usually call one-eyed people like that, isn't it okay?"

"And speaking of—"

The girl looked around, hugging her arms in front of her chest.

"This room looks strange."

"I've never seen a place decorated like this before."

"..."

Just a few simple words from Mordred made Ophelia realize something.

"Ian, come here for a moment."

This time, it was Ian and Ophelia whispering to each other.

"What's going on, Ophelia?"

"Something's not right."

"Not right?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"She, the Mordred you summoned, seems to have no concept of 'modern times.'"

"'Modern times'?"

"That's right." Ophelia began to explain.

"After all, when a Heroic Spirit descends and becomes a Servant, their essence is still that of the person from the distant past, from the time when they were alive."

"This means that their perception and worldview will still be stuck in that era—this clearly wouldn't be of much use for the 'Master.'"

"Therefore, when a 'Heroic Spirit' comes to this world in the form of a 'Servant,' they are imbued with the concept of 'modern times.' It's complicated to explain, but the most specific manifestation is that they acquire modern knowledge and are aware of certain basic concepts."

"But—"

Ophelia glanced at Mordred, who was still curiously observing the room, then looked back at Ian.

"She clearly doesn't have a concept of 'modern times,' does she?"

"..."

Ian thought for a moment, then asked:

"So why is this happening? Is it my fault?"

"It's possible." Ophelia didn't hide anything.

"However, realistically speaking, it might be because our summoning method didn't use the 'Holy Grail' as the medium, so there was a mistake."

"Ian."

Ophelia looked at the man in front of her.

"I think we should ask her a few questions to confirm the situation, what do you think?"

"...I'll trust you."

Ian gave a wry smile.

"Right now, I can only trust you."

Ophelia's face turned a little red but quickly returned to normal.

"Stop saying things like that."

She covered her skirt and turned her face away.

"I still remember what you did."

"Once this is done, I definitely won't say another word to you!"

"Yeah, I know."

Without saying anything more, the two began to take action.

"Mordred, come here for a moment."

"Ah—! Coming right now!"

Upon hearing Ian call her, Mordred immediately put down the book and stepped closer.

"Fath—... Master, what's going on?"

"No need to worry, I just have a few questions for you."

Having said that, Ian glanced at Ophelia, signaling to her.

She understood and nodded.

"Hello, Mordred, I'm Ophelia."

"Oh, so your name is Ophelia?"

Mordred looked Ophelia up and down, seeming to think the name suited her very well.

"Uh... What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask when you felt the summoning."

Although Ophelia never expected Ian to summon Mordred, that didn't mean she wasn't willing to help.

Confirming the state of a Servant when they are summoned is something a Master should do when acquiring a Servant.

Because, from this, the time period of their summoning could be inferred.

Just like King Arthur before and after becoming famous in the legend, those are two completely different concepts.

"When did I feel the summoning of fath—... Master?"

Mordred scratched her face.

"I just remember being pulled to a very strange place, and meeting a blue-haired guy, what was his name again..."

Recalling the scene from the simulation battle, Ian tried to add a suggestion.

"Was it a guy named Cú Chulainn?"

"Yes, yes!"

Mordred nodded vigorously.

"That's the name!"

"This guy was so strong, no matter how much you hit him, he would always get back up, like a dog!"

Mordred spoke excitedly.

Both Ian and Ophelia understood she was talking about her experience in the simulation battle.

"Unbelievable... is this not a system error?"

The excellent magus sighed, then continued asking:

"What about before that?"

"Do you remember why you were there?"

"I was just pulled there, right?"

Mordred raised her hand, as if holding a fishing rod.

"It was like I was fishing, suddenly the rod moved, I thought I had a big fish on the line, but just one second later, the fish was take me gone!"

"Do you understand that feeling?! It was awful!"

Mordred said, describing the scene.

Realizing the situation, Ian began to comfort her.

"It's okay."

"This isn't a big problem."

"Right, Ophelia?"

"…"

"Yeah." Ophelia nodded.

In fact, the problem was still quite serious — after all, it concerned the power of a "Heroic Spirit."

However, Ian had said it that way.

She couldn't exactly undermine his face in front of Mordred.

"So, Mordred, could you show us a bit of your power?" Ophelia continued.

"After all, it's such a rare thing to be summoned. It would be a shame if others didn't know your strength."

Ophelia seemed to understand very well how to manipulate Mordred's psyche.

With just a few simple words, she managed to get Mordred's agreement.

"Alright!"

"Then, let's do this—!"

As soon as Mordred finished speaking, her green eyes began to sparkle with a deep blue light.

It was a color as deep as Morgan's, as if her eyes were sinking into an endless ocean.

"Clarent!"

When Mordred shouted, brilliant light began to gather in her hand.

It was a pure silver light, shining brilliantly before everyone only when it fully complied with her will!

A sword gradually began to take shape, falling into her hands.

"This is…"

Ophelia only needed a quick glance to sense the immense magical power coming from it.

It was surely not just the power of Mordred herself.

But rather, a deeper blessing — she was definitely a child who had been loved very much.

"Can I take a look at it?"

Ophelia asked breathlessly.

As a magus, she truly couldn't resist the allure of such an item that contained such strong magical power.

However—

"Not happening!"

Mordred hid the Clarent behind her back.

"This is a gift from the king to me, how could I just let you study it?"

"…"

Ophelia couldn't counter that.

After all, even a "Master" wouldn't find it easy to approach a Servant's Noble Phantasm.

Let alone being an outsider?

But—

Ophelia stared at the Clarent in Mordred's hand, her eyes unable to look away.

For any magus, that was an object of immense temptation!

And just when she was caught in a dilemma—

Ian spoke up:

"Mordred, let her see it."

"Eh?"

Ophelia looked at Ian, surprised.

She hadn't expected him to speak up on her behalf at this moment.

"Humm..."

Mordred pouted.

"Then… Master, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with her?!"

"Why should I let her see my sword?"

"…"

Mordred said bluntly.

Ophelia didn't know how to answer that.

She could only hope that Ian beside her would help.

And in reality—

He really did help.

It was just done in a rather subtle way.

Ian, with his tall figure, reached out and placed his hand on Ophelia's head.

He said:

"She's my maid."

"Eh——?!"

Both Mordred and Ophelia exclaimed at once.

"What? What are you saying?"

Mordred looked at Ophelia suspiciously.

"Fath-… Master, did you say something wrong?"

"…"

Ophelia knew she had been tricked by Ian again.

But in order to touch the Clarent, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure.

"...Yes."

"I'm his maid."

"Oh…"

Mordred seemed to have understood.

"Well then, if that's the case, I can let you see it."

"But—"

She was still very cautious.

"Don't do anything weird."

"I know."

"Umu, then I'll let you see it."

Ophelia carefully took the Clarent from Mordred's hands.

As a magus, she felt that this sword contained a huge amount of mana, and Mordred had deliberately suppressed it so as not to harm her.

This was an experience that any magus could only have a few times in their life.

It seemed that—

Sometimes, Ian had a good side.

It's just that this guy made her admit her maid status to him.

What a weird preference.

But anyway, that aside.

Ophelia focused all her attention on the Clarent in front of her.

She was desperate to study this sword.

At that moment, Ian pulled Mordred aside.

After confirming that Ophelia wasn't paying attention to them, he spoke:

"Mordred, I want to ask something."

"What is it?"

"Morgan, where did she die?"

Ophelia still knew nothing. But in Ian's heart, everything was clear.

The reason he had successfully summoned Mordred was entirely because he had used his own blood.

So if—

Could he find Morgan's relic?

Perhaps he could summon her as well, right?

As the one most loved by her, Mordred would definitely know some information.

Ian felt that hope was very close.

However, things didn't go as he expected.

Mordred spoke:

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded.

"Because—"

"She's missing."

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