In the Holy City of Camelot, the Lion King looked at the still calm Morgan and the unconscious Mordred with a cold expression.
"Morgan, why did you act against my orders?"
There was no emotion in the words of the Lion King: "The reason why I gave Mordred the 'Rampage' blessing is to allow her to exert her greatest value and use her own life as a representative to fight a powerful enemy. I don't remember that.
Ordered you to rescue her."
All the Knights of the Round Table did not dare to confront the Lion King who lacked humanity, even Aguen, who was known as the Iron Auxiliary, was no exception.
Morgan, who had just been summoned by the Lion King, remained calm when faced with the King's questioning, as if he was completely unaware of the deliberate pressure from the Lion King.
"Mordred still has value. Letting her self-destruct before the final battle is just a waste of combat power. I will let her burn her life when she needs it most."
The Lion King's turquoise eyes as calm as lake water stared at Morgan for several seconds, and her eyes seemed to be able to look directly through the veil and eyes.
"Forget it, the war is coming soon. Let's reserve the punishment for you for the time being. Go ahead. I don't want it to happen again."
Morgan bowed slightly, dragged Mordred up and walked outside the royal court. Along the way, he could hear the crisp sound of Mordred's armor hitting the ground.
It wasn't until Morgan left that Aguewen breathed a sigh of relief.
The atmosphere of the confrontation between the Lion King and the Big Witch made him dare not take a breath. He was like a little white rabbit sandwiched between two beasts, wanting only to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.
One of these two people is his mother, and the other is the king who he is determined to help with all his strength. Agguiwen, who is in an awkward position, can only help neither of them.
'Is this a cycle of cause and effect? The king who once firmly believed in chivalry became decisive in killing, but the mother who was always secretly plotting subversive plots came out from behind the scenes uncharacteristically.'
'And, is it my imagination? There seems to be some subtle changes in my mother's behavior.'
…
In the royal city, Morgan's exclusive magic workshop.
Using floating magic to move Mordred to the workbench, Morgan eliminated the magic armor on Mordred with a wave of his hand, revealing a very sad and flat figure.
"Ha~"
Morgan couldn't help laughing when he saw Mordred's pitiful body curves. He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently traced them along Mordred's collarbone, sliding all the way to her slightly raised chest.
"Only in this way, you and Artoria, who holds the holy sword, are surprisingly similar. You are truly a 'father and son' with the same blood."
Morgan's finger on Mordred's right chest suddenly flashed with silver-white light. Mordred, who had not yet woken up, suddenly frowned. The severe pain caused her to have a stress reaction even in her coma.
"Blessing...?"
Morgan's right hand hovering above Mordred's heart made a strong grasping gesture, and pulled out a golden shadow, a conceptual object, from Mordred's body.
"Uh-huh!"
The unbearable pain awakened Mordred from her coma. Her slender but strong waist involuntarily straightened up, her green eyes the same color as her "parents" suddenly widened, and she let out a painful groan.
"Hold it."
Morgan pressed Mordred's straightened waist back to the workbench with his left hand, and with his right hand surrounded by multiple composite magic circles, he pinched the golden light and pulled it out with force.
"ah!!"
With an uncontrollable scream, the room finally returned to calm, and only Mordred's rapid breathing could be heard.
As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Morgan, Mordred endured the pain and asked in surprise: "Mother? Why are you here?"
Since Mordred was not allowed by the Lion King to return to the Holy Capital and had been leading the guerrilla knights to search for the Mountain People, she still knew nothing about Morgan being summoned.
"Don't rush to ask questions yet, be quiet."
Morgan ignored Mordred's question and looked solemnly at the golden holy light in his hand that was firmly locked by multiple seals.
"Sure enough, there is an aura of divinity, mixed with some familiar magic power."
Morgan's expression under the veil was a little uncertain: "The Lion King is indeed Arturia himself, but he was gradually deified and lost his humanity under the influence of the Holy Spear."
"Mother, what on earth are you talking about?"
Mordred subconsciously touched her body. The lingering irritability finally dissipated. Her control over magic returned to normal and she would no longer run wild at will.
"Blessing removed?"
"That's right."
Morgan finally came back from his thoughts and brought the golden light held in his right hand to Mordred.
"This is the 'blessing' you get from the Lion King, a semi-finished rule condensed by divinity and a lot of magic."
"Mordred, answer my question truthfully."
Ever since Morgan arrived at the Sixth Singularity, all the Knights of the Round Table have been wary of her. The questions she asked could not be answered concretely, and she lacked enough clues and intelligence to analyze the anomalies in the Lion King.
"How did Arturia become like this? Have you noticed anything strange since you were summoned?"
"No."
Mordred scratched his head in confusion: "Although my father has become more heroic and decisive, she is still King Arthur. This cannot fool my intuition."
'In other words, Arturia had maintained this state of deification before she summoned Mordred and the other Knights of the Round Table? Why? Where is the Holy Sword?'
In order for Arturia to regain her humanity and sanity, she must fill in some of her missing memories.
Morgan is still not sure which part of Arturia's missing memory is, but she roughly speculates that it should be related to the lost holy sword.
"Bedivere, who did not hesitate to become King Arthur's enemy, was the king's most important servant, and was the main character who returned the Legend of the Holy Sword three times..."
Morgan's green eyes, which are the same as those of King Arthur, narrowed slightly, 'Could it be?'
…
Coincidentally, Lu Xiao, who had just arrived at the core area of Atlas Academy, was telling Fujimaru, Mashu and others about the origin of the Lion King and her true purpose.
"The tower at the end provides shelter to only 500 humans, a pure and flawless utopia..."
Bedivere, who was accompanying him, clenched his left fist and sighed with a complex expression: "Even if he loses his humanity, the king is still the king. Under such circumstances, he still subconsciously wants to achieve his ideals."
When Lu Xiao placed the Holy Grail in front of the three-pointed Hermes and adjusted the direction of the local spiritual veins, Fujimaru and Mashu were also discussing in low voices.
"Matthew, I didn't expect that the heroic spirit you fused was Galahad. No wonder your body always subconsciously resisted fighting the Knights of the Round Table before."
Without knowing the true name of the heroic spirit he had fused, it was natural that Mashu would not be able to truly unlock the Noble Phantasm.
When he learned about the true body of the heroic spirit fused with himself, Mashu suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, as if some kind of shackles deep in his heart had been released.
"How is it? Am I right?"
After placing the Holy Grail and adjusting the ley lines, Lu Xiao winked at Bedivere teasingly.
"After experiencing the baptism of five singular points, Matthew's mind has grown tremendously, but her pure thoughts have not been affected by the negative emotions overflowing from the singular points. This should be the reason why Galahad chose to merge with her.
one."
Bedivere smiled happily: "As expected of Galahad, even if I can't show up, the fusion target I choose is very similar to him."
"Okay, we have learned all the information that can be decrypted, let's get to the point."
Even pointing to the summoning array of heroic spirits that had just been set up, Lu Xiao said to Fujimaru: "Fujimaru, you are the master responsible for summoning, stand next to the array."
Chaldea's heroic spirit summoning ritual is not as complicated as the Holy Grail War. As long as there is a medium and sufficient supply of magic power, it can be summoned without reciting the smelly and long summoning spell.
In the absence of holy relics, the probability of who to summon is related to the era background and location of the singularity.
"Will another powerful pharaoh be summoned? Or a certain hero from Persia and ancient Egypt? It can't be Darius III, right?"