Mordred: My Mother is Alive?!

Mordred felt like she was dreaming.

The Master who summoned her was someone who had unified the Heroic Spirit of King Arthur from a parallel world, essentially a quarter of her father.

Though this shocked her greatly, she could accept it.

But now, this Master's younger sister had a face identical to her mother's!

What was going on?

Could it be that she wasn't summoned to a Holy Grail War but back to Camelot?!

"That…"

At that moment, Gray snapped out of her initial shock. She quickly pulled the hood beside her to cover her face and moved behind Naoki. "Brother, this person is…"

"The Servant I just summoned, Saber, Mordred, the child of King Arthur."

"—!"

King Arthur.

Hearing those words, Gray's face stiffened, and she pulled her hood even lower, almost covering her entire face!

"Um… Hello, Miss Mordred, I'm Gray."

"Ah… ah… hello."

Too shocked, Mordred didn't even get angry when Gray referred to her as a woman.

Once she calmed down, Mordred grabbed her Master. "Hey, Master, what's with your sister? Why does she look so much like Mother when she was young?! It's not just similar—it's identical!"

"It's your mother's doing."

Naoki pushed Gray forward to face Mordred and said, "Your mother, Morgan, after Artoria's death, always wanted to revive her. To revive someone, the three elements—body, mind, and soul—must all be present."

"To achieve this, Morgan entrusted a village with a mission, generation after generation, to create a vessel capable of containing King Arthur's soul and mind."

"Gray is the only successful individual in thousands of years."

A vessel to revive King Arthur.

Mordred stared at Gray in disbelief. This small girl was the vessel to revive her father? Even more unbelievable to her was—

"That's… impossible! You're saying Mother planned to revive Father?!"

This was what Mordred found hardest to believe.

She wouldn't say she knew her mother well, but she at least understood her mother's feelings toward her father. A mother who deeply hated her father and Camelot—wanting to revive her?

Then why did she let so many of her children join the Knights of the Round Table to kill her father? And why did she give birth to Mordred?

"Mother… why would she do this?"

"Who knows? Ask her directly, maybe she'll answer us." Naoki said. "I forgot to mention, five years ago, I participated in another Holy Grail War in a different parallel world. I unified Arthur's power because of that war, and during it, the Servant summoned as Caster was Morgan."

"What—"

"Also, after that Holy Grail War ended, she didn't disappear. For some reason, she gained a physical body and a second life."

"…"

The shocking revelations pouring from Naoki's mouth left Mordred momentarily numb.

The one who summoned her was another Father, his younger sister was a vessel to revive Father, created because Mother wanted to revive Father, and in another parallel world, Mother gained a second life and lived on because of a Holy Grail War…

What was all this?!

Mordred admitted that in her lifetime, she had seen plenty of strange things, but none were as bizarre as this!

"Master, I… I need to calm down a bit."

After saying that, Mordred shifted into her spirit form.

Seeing her vanish, Gray slightly lifted her hood. "Brother… I…"

"Sooner or later, you'll have to face it, Gray." Naoki said, patting her head. "You can't keep hiding. Eventually, you'll have to confront the impact of this face of yours."

"I understand."

"It's okay. I'll always be with you. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

Five years ago, Gray's mother and teacher asked Naoki to look after her. Though it was just a verbal promise with no magical binding, he decided to honor it.

Until the day Gray chose to leave him.

"Brother, um… there's something I'd like to ask of you."

As if making a significant decision, Gray hesitated before speaking to Naoki.

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At the top of the hotel's highest point, Mordred leaned against the railing, gazing at London's night scenery below.

"This is Great Britain now…"

It was beautiful—Mordred didn't hesitate to express her thoughts.

Though Camelot was also a beautiful place to her, it was a city from a thousand years ago, incomparable to a modern city. Moreover, in Mordred's memories, Camelot was tied to her final moments and her connection to her Father.

The rest had nearly faded.

"If Father saw Great Britain a thousand years later like this, I wonder what expression he'd have."

"Miss Mordred."

"Uwaa—!"

Gray's sudden voice behind her startled Mordred. She turned to see Gray standing there. Mordred paused, then scratched her head awkwardly. "What's up? Need something?"

"Uh… I… I want to talk to you."

"Talk? About what?"

"About this face of mine…" Gray took a deep breath. "Can you tell me about the hero who looks like me?"

Mordred frowned instantly. "Huh? You want to know about Father? Why not ask Master? Isn't he King Arthur too?"

"If it's Brother, he'll only talk about the hero he knows, and that's not the hero who looks like me. But you, Miss Mordred, must know a lot. So please, tell me!"

Gray suddenly bowed deeply, pleading earnestly.

"Please tell me about that hero! I… I want to know what kind of person I'll become!"