I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"No way... This noble demeanor is just like that bastard Gawain... He's just an eyesore to me...!"

There was no fear in Mordred's eyes.

As he spoke, he didn't forget to continue mocking Bagst.

How could she possibly be afraid?

You must know that she is the rebellious knight Mordred.

As the only descendant of King Arthur, she would never surrender; she is the only rightful heir to the throne.

Let's talk about surrendering a few hundred years from now.

"I see. It seems I was being rude."

At least in spirit, he is undoubtedly an indomitable warrior. The only mercy I can offer him here is death. Surely you Servants wouldn't mind experiencing death a second time...?

Bagst's gaze was consistently cold.

In terms of combat, Mordred is basically no match for her.

For now, we have no choice but to retreat from here.

This retreat was a necessary action taken in preparation for a subsequent victory.

That was what Mordred originally thought.

However, at that moment, the voice of a third party was heard.

"Baghster, it seems you're having a great time here. It's certainly been a lively opening ceremony."

Du Wei stepped into the area where the two were fighting.

Hearing praise makes me happy.

Bagst's smile softened considerably, and the murderous aura around him diminished significantly when he faced him.

"Thank you for your praise."

Bagst then turned his gaze to Morgan.

Indeed, when it comes to rivals in love, His Majesty is always the greatest opponent.

Before long, he was with Lord Du Wei again. Should I also find a time to make my move?

Such an idea arose in her mind.

However, due to his own black dog characteristics, Bagst never dared to get too close to Du Wei.

It makes me hungry as soon as it gets close to me.

Bagst disliked being so ugly.

On the other side, since Mordred's face was not covered by a helmet, her appearance was now directly visible to everyone.

Morgan is observing Mordred.

"A copy of Artoria... Am I really that obsessed with the pan-human history...!?"

Morgan's beautiful eyes were filled with panic and surprise.

Although I learned the general situation from Du Wei, it was still different from seeing it with my own eyes.

She received some information from the Pan-Humanist S. Morgan.

However, the message was not specific.

Morgan, the Pan-Humanist, talked to her more about magical knowledge and the specifics of the Lostbelt.

It does not explain Morgan's own experiences in the Pan-Human History.

This is why Morgana, the fairy queen, looked flustered and surprised when she saw Mordred.

It becomes easier to understand if you put yourself in someone else's shoes.

If she really is like the humanoid Smogen, forced by King Arthur to the point that she can no longer live on the island of Britain.

Then she really might become extreme.

Morgan panicked precisely because he understood.

"...Mother...no...Morgan...why, why are you here! Why are you, a witch, here!?"

Mordred stared intently at Morgan.

Immediately, this shock turned into rage.

Morgan, a superhuman, once used dirty and inhuman means to bring her into the world as the offspring of King Arthur, Artoria.

Mordred, the Witch's Child.

This is her title in the legends of King Arthur.

It was precisely because of her identity as the daughter of a witch that she could not be recognized by King Arthur, Artoria.

He was even placed at the end of the round table because of this.

Whether one possesses the talent of a king is another matter entirely.

She was merely a tool for her mother to use in her attempt to defeat King Arthur.

Mordred hated the panhuman Smogen.

He harbored a rage greater than anyone else's towards this ruthless and unscrupulous woman.

If I hadn't been born as the son of a witch, perhaps I would have been accepted by that king—that's what she thought.

"Morgan! I demand an answer from you!!"

Mordred's roar was heart-wrenching.

Unable to tolerate this woman appearing before him again, his status as a mother no longer mattered.

Hatred and anger were uncontrollable for a time.

Seeing Morgan would trigger the most painful part of her memory; she was just as obsessive and crazy that night when she was rejected by King Arthur.

"Mordred, I am not the Morgan you know. I am here only on behalf of the Fairy Kingdom."

Morgan slowly opened her closed eyes.

He replied to Mordred without a trace of emotion.

Her initial panic and surprise had subsided, and her gaze was now taking in every part of Mordred's body.

The hatred for Mordred. (And what a good thing...)

Morgan is currently unable to respond to her.

They can't even imagine themselves educating their children.

Although she had fantasies when she was with Du Wei, they were different from those with Mordred in front of her.

She could only offer Mordred an objective assessment.

"Although I cannot give a response, I think it is a rather good work. I suppose Pan-Human History will regard it as its most favored and beloved pawn? Unable to obtain Britain, it would destroy itself, and in the end, it did succeed..."

Morgan said with a hint of emotion.

His tone was no different from his previous indifference, which sounded extremely harsh to Mordred.

An uncontrollable killing intent emanated from her.

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A grand scene of maternal love and filial piety...

Morgan's ability to conceive is a cause for concern.

Chapter Fourteen: The Final Roar of the Dragon [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

"So...so...I'm really that insignificant in your eyes...If it weren't for my obsession as a witch...I wouldn't have to be like this..."

Mordred lowered his head and trembled slightly.

Her pupils trembled with intense emotions, and a murderous intent compelled her to grip the demonic sword.

He participated in the Holy Grail War in order to pull out the Sword of Royal Selection.

But now, facing Morgan, she only had one thought in her mind.

"...Morgan! I'm going to kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred turned into a thunderclap.

She swooped down on Morgan with unstoppable speed, the demonic sword in her hand bursting forth with crimson light.

The dull, clanging sound of metal clashing against metal rang out.

The resulting gust of wind swept over the three of them.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let her do this. If I’m looking for someone to take revenge on, it’s not the Empress Dowager I hate.”

The Sword of Domination completely suppressed the Demon Sword.

Du Wei casually remarked this to Mordred.