A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"What? Someone's shooting from the shadows?" Mordred glared, annoyed. "This is infuriating! Get out here!"

As Mordred spoke, a man standing on the winding cliff chuckled softly.

"How did you know the location of this village? Brother Cursed Wrist's concealment should have been flawless, right?"

The black-haired man who spoke was Arash.

In ancient Persian legend, he was the warrior of Manuchiher, hailed as the last king of the Western Asian gods, who ended the sixty-year war between Persia and Turku, bringing peace and tranquility to the people of both countries.

Mordred frowned, looking somewhat impatient.

"Who knows about that kind of thing! You can only rely on intuition. I just felt that this place was dark and cramped, like a place where stray dogs would live, so I fired a shot with the Holy Sword and found that I guessed right! However, although I won the lottery, I'm not a general! Lancelot and I were planning to find that rebel who fled the Holy City, but we didn't find him here either."

As he said this, Mordred looked at Arash.

"Hey! Have you seen a red-haired guy? Oh, and he's got a few women with him."

"..."

Arash tilted his head and thought for a moment. "I have absolutely no recollection of it."

"Tsk... Anyway, I didn't expect to get anything out of you. Damn it, where else could that guy with so many refugees go besides here...?"

Mordred scratched his head in frustration.

She never imagined that Shirou had a flying machine that allowed him to go wherever he wanted in the desert.

Chapter Twelve Mordred's Aspirations

It must be said that Mordred is quite clever; she predicted the direction the refugees might go and came here with Lancelot, the best swordsman in the Knights of the Round Table, intending to ambush them.

However, they waited a whole day after they arrived, because Shirou and Gudako's group were feasting in the temple of Ozymandias.

"This is such a hassle. If we can't find that guy, even killing everyone in this tiny village won't help. Forget about being praised; we might even get a scolding! The day of my execution isn't far off...!"

Hearing Mordred's complaints, Arash was puzzled: "Execution? You'll be executed? Aren't you a Knight of the Round Table?"

Mordred responded indifferently.

"As soon as Father's 'Holy Expedition' ends, everyone outside the Holy City will die, and I, who failed to obtain the city, will also be burned to ashes!"

Mordred glanced at the royal sword he was holding, its exquisite patterns stained with blood, reflecting an eerie red light in the sunlight.

Suddenly, her pupils trembled slightly, and she turned around to look.

Mordred, her gaze fixed on Shirou on the aircraft, revealed an excited smile.

"Ha! So this is where you trash were!"

Mordred frowned as he continued to scrutinize Gudako and Mash.

"That magician over there is Chaldea's Master, right? Agrave said he wouldn't hold back and would kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Gudako quickly interjected, "We met before in London, there's no need for us to draw our swords against each other, is there?"

Mordred

De looked at Gudako with a puzzled expression, not understanding what she was talking about.

"Who are you? My fan? Although I have killed so many heretics, I am indeed a celebrity."

Seeing this, Mashu said to Gudako, "Senpai, this Mordred is completely different from the one we summoned in London..."

Mordred carefully examined Gudako, then looked at Mash, and recognized Galahad's magic.

“Galahad… Although your form is different now, I still remember your magic. I was wondering why this guy didn’t respond to Father’s summons, and why he turned into a girl…”

As she spoke, Mordred stared in disbelief at Mash's breasts, which were much larger than her own.

"Um, Mordred, can we calm down and talk now?" Gudako asked.

"Idiots, who's going to consult with you! Anyone who gets in my way is an enemy!"

Mordred immediately straightened his face and said seriously.

"Give up. I have no idea what kind of idiot you all know me to be, and I don't want to hear it. I am now Lord Mordred, the 'Guerrilla Knight' named the disgraceful hound, the Lion King's knight!"

Recalling her father's words about needing her, Mordred couldn't help but smile with a hint of pleasure.

"Do you understand? Taking off the collar means getting permission to cause as much trouble as I want~ This is perfect for me, the best treatment ever! So no matter who it is, anyone who raises their sword against the king, I will kill them!"

To say that she harbored no resentment towards her father would be a lie.

Even self-study has its limits.

If she was refused, she couldn't even intervene... Even if that was the most her father could do at the time, she thought there must have been some other way. Of course, that was just attachment and justification—she thought with a hint of self-mockery.

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Mordred hated the king, not her father.

It was that country and that era that burdened my father with everything, imposing all of it on that person, simply through the title of 'King'.

The reason I was forced to stand on a lofty position was entirely because that person was the king.

He was hated even though he was not someone to be hated, because of his status as king. Everyone, without any consideration, placed all their dreams, hopes and wishes on that person.

Mordred harbors hatred for this, yet also desperately wants to correct it.

In her view, her father was not someone who should be hated by people.

Every time she closes her eyes, she dreams… always dreaming of challenging the chosen sword but being unable to. So, she thinks that something must be missing, something necessary to become king… but that's not actually the case.

That's not how it is... It's not that there's anything lacking, but rather that it's completely different from my father's starting point.

To make strangers smile—for this very purpose, that man aspired to become king.

That's such an absurd reason.

That's such a foolish reason.

What a pathetic reason that is.

That was—such a vague yet precious reason.

Those who served the king were terrified by his complete lack of personal desires, and even Mordred himself believed that the king was such a person.

This is not actually the case.

However, the reward that the king wanted was not a reward for anyone else; it was just something that everyone would casually throw away on the roadside.

The person wasn't concerned with sparkling gems, but rather with a tender affection for the inconspicuous stones that had rolled to the side of the road.

What exactly were that person's thoughts as a king... Mordred wanted to know all the time.

She would give up anything if she had the chance to get to know that person.

……

"As expected, it's still the only option..."

Looking at Mordred's unwavering gaze, Gudako said with a hint of helplessness.

Mashu had already raised her shield, ready for battle.

Seeing this, Mordred grinned, revealing his small canine teeth with some excitement.

"Heh, want to fight me? I'm blessed with 'Berserk,' which allows me to unleash the Holy Sword until my soul burns out. Hundreds or thousands of troops wouldn't be a match for me. You think you can fight me with so few people? You're underestimating me too much."

Despite her arrogant words, Mordred remained constantly on guard against Shirou's every move.

At that moment, Shirou moved slightly, and Mordred immediately gripped the King's Sword tightly as if facing a formidable enemy.

After all, that was the enemy who completely defeated Gawain. Even if she made some harsh remarks to Gudako and the others, she wouldn't underestimate Shirou's strength because of that.

However, Shirou did not intend to initiate an attack.

Instead of taking the initiative, he looked at her with a smile.

"Since you are her child, I'll explain the reason to you a little."

Shirou briefly recounted the story of Rungominiad, the spirit within the Holy Lance, and the series of events that had transpired on his side with Saber.

"So, do you understand now?"

Mordred's eyes started darting around; the sheer volume and complexity of information overloaded her brain.

"I don't understand a word you're saying!"

Chapter Thirteen: Disobedient children deserve severe beatings.

Mordred shook his head, completely forgetting what Shirou had just said.

"I don't care about any of that, I just want to listen to my father! Prepare to die!"

Deaf to all reason, Mordred raised the royal sword high in her hand. Originally, this was supposed to be a sword to prove the king's authority, but it turned into an evil sword because it echoed the girl's hatred.

Space distorted, and thunderous sounds echoed among the mountains.

Initially, the "Radiant King's Sword" was not a sword that Mordred could use. It was a sword that existed to prove the throne, a sword that "only the one who becomes king" could wield.

However, Mordred, who had usurped the sword from King Arthur's treasury, seized it with overwhelming power.

She didn't choose it because it was a sword befitting a king; she simply wanted its power.

As a "catalyst" to amplify the power of kings, it transformed the finest royal sword into an evil sword.

Later, Mordred wielded this sword in the Battle of Camlann, and at the cost of his own life, severely wounded King Arthur.

The King's Sword, held high above her head, now shone with a dazzling red light, even containing a hint of gold—a light that would never have appeared before. But Mordred had no time to care about any of that; all she could see was the enemy right before her.

"Rebel against my magnificent father—Clarent Blood Arthur!!!"

The sword shattered, and a massive torrent of magical power was unleashed, transforming into a red pillar of light that shot straight toward Shirou.

Faced with Mordred's nonsensical attack, Shirou shook his head slightly and sighed at the boy's stubbornness, then drew out Excalibur.

It wasn't the Star Sword, but Saber's. Shirou made a point of checking it carefully to avoid accidentally picking up the wrong one and killing the child.

The holy sword, which radiates a dazzling golden light at all times, is now unleashing an unprecedented torrent of light with the immense magical power that Shirou has poured into it.

The clash of two surging beams of light caused the earth to tremble violently, the air to be dried up, and a scorching gale to sweep across the land.

"That sword is..."

Mordred's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the holy sword in Shirou's hand with some surprise.

How could she not recognize the Holy Sword?