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"In the final analysis, the 'Servants' formed by the advent of the 'Heroic Spirits' are still essentially people of that era."

"This means that their cognition and views will remain in that era - which is obviously not useful to the Master."

"So, when the 'Heroic Spirits' come to this world in the form of 'Servants', they are injected with the concept of 'modernity'. It is complicated to explain, but the specific manifestation is that they have modern knowledge and know some corresponding basic concepts."

"but--"

Ophelia glanced at Mordred, who was still looking at the things in the room curiously, and then looked back at Ian in front of her.

"She's clearly not 'modern' right?"

"..."

Ian thought for a moment and then asked;

"Why did this happen? Is it because of me?"

"That's possible." Ophelia did not hide it.

"However, if you think about it actually, maybe it is because our method of summoning does not go through the medium of the 'Holy Grail', so there is a fallacy."

"Ian."

Ophelia looked at the man in front of her.

"I think we should ask her some questions to confirm the situation, don't you?"

"……Listen to you."

Ian gave a forced smile.

"I can only trust you now."

Ophelia blushed, but quickly calmed down.

"Stop doing this."

She covered her skirt and turned her face away.

"I still remember what you did."

"After I finish dealing with this matter, I will never say another word to you again!"

"Ok, I know."

No more words.

The two men began to act.

"Mordred, come here for a moment."

“Oh! Here it comes!”

Hearing Ian calling him like that, Mordred immediately put down the book in his hand and walked over.

"Father... Master, what's wrong?"

"Don't be nervous, I just have some questions for you."

After saying this, Ian glanced at Ophelia beside him.

The latter nodded in understanding.

"Mordred, I'm Ophelia."

"So your name is Ophelia?"

Mordred looked her up and down and seemed to think that the name was very suitable for her.

"Um...what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask under what circumstances you sensed this call."

Although Ian was never expected to be able to summon Mordred, this does not mean that Ophelia did not provide "after-sales service".

Confirming the status of a "Heroic Spirit" when it is summoned is what a Master should do when he obtains a "Servant".

Because in this way, you can judge to the greatest extent which period your "Servant" is in.

King Arthur before he became famous and King Arthur after he became famous are not on the same level in terms of legendary degree.

"Under what circumstances did you feel the call from your father... the Master?"

Mordred scratched his face.

"I just remember being dragged to a very strange place, and seeing a guy called, what was his name..."

Recalling the scenes in the simulated battle, Ian added tentatively.

"Is it a man called Cu Chulainn?"

"Yeah!"

Mordred nodded repeatedly.

"That's the name!"

"This guy is too powerful, isn't he? He can get up no matter how hard he's beaten. He's just like a dog!"

Mordred said this with great enthusiasm.

And Ian and Ophelia both knew that she was talking about her experience in the simulated battle.

"I didn't expect it to be true... and not a system error?"

The top student magician sighed and continued to ask:

"And before that?"

"Do you remember why you were there?"

"You were just pulled here?"

Mordred used his hands to simulate a rope.

“It’s like I was fishing, and then the rod moved, and I thought I had caught a big fish, but the next second the fish suddenly pulled it away!”

"Can you understand that feeling? It's so scary!"

Mordred who said this didn't look like a "Servant" at all, but more like a fisherman who had gone empty-handed.

Ian, who knew what was going on, tried to comfort her:

"fine."

"It's not a big deal."

"Right, Ophelia?"

"..."

"Yeah." Ophelia nodded.

In fact, the problem is still quite big - after all, it involves the power of the "Heroic Spirit" level.

But Ian said so.

I can't just ignore Mordred's face.

"Then Mordred, can you show yourself a little bit?" Ophelia continued.

"After all, I was summoned with great difficulty. It would be a pity not to let others know my strength or something."

Ophelia seemed to know how to grasp Mordred's mentality.

Just a few simple words were enough to gain the other party's affirmation.

"Okay!"

“Then let’s go with this one—!”

Mordred said this, and a blue light flashed back in his green eyes.

It was the same deep color as Morgan's, as if her eyes had fallen into the ocean.

"Clarent!"

As Mordred shouted these words, a dazzling light began to gather in her hands.

That is the brilliance that only the purest silver will reveal in front of others after responding to her will!

A long cross sword slowly took shape and fell into her hand.

"This is……"

Ophelia could feel the magic overflowing from it just by looking at it.

This is definitely not just the power that comes from Mordred himself.

But it was a more profound magical blessing - she must have been a pampered child.

"Can I see it?"

Ophelia asked, panting slightly.

As a magician, she simply could not resist the temptation of such an object that carried powerful magic.

however--

"No way!"

Mordred hid the Clarent sword behind his back.

"This is something the king gave me. How can I just let you study it casually?"

"..."

Ophelia couldn't refute such words.

After all, it is not an easy thing even for the "Master" to touch the "Servant's" Noble Phantasm.

What's more, I am an outsider.

but--

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

It is something full of temptation for any magician!

And at this dilemma——

Ian on the side spoke up:

"Mordred, let her see."

"Eh?"

Ophelia looked at Ian who said this and was very surprised.

She didn't expect that he would speak for her at this time.

"Well……"

Mordred pouted.

"Then Father...Master, please tell me first, what is the relationship between this guy and you?!"

"Why should I show her my sword when she said she wanted to see it?"

"..."

Mordred was very blunt in his words.

Ophelia had no idea how to answer.

She could only hope that Ian beside her could help her.

But actually——

He did help.

It's just that the method is a little subtle.

The tall Ian reached out and held Ophelia's head.

He opened his mouth and said:

"She is my maid."