The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

After hearing this, Matthew asked nervously: "Ozymandias?"

King...you mean...! ? "

"It means literally."

Ozymandias sighed softly: "This era... should have been fighting for the Holy Grail. One side let go, the other attacked, killing each other in a way that the two nations are absolutely incompatible... According to the result, the Holy Grail will Move to a certain camp, and then the Holy Land will become the seedbed of the Demon God Pillar."

"In other words, does this Holy Grail also belong to you?" Da Vinci asked curiously.

"No, as the Sun King, how could Yu use this poisonous cup, which is called the Holy Grail!"

Ozymandias said in a serious tone: "I am the Lord of the Holy Grail and the guardian of the Holy Grail! I have no interest in the so-called Holy Land! So, you should listen carefully and turn this era into a singularity. A special case in the world, a person who has completely destroyed human nature——"

Ozymandias paused and said the rest of his words.

"That man is in the ruins of Jerusalem, in the holy city that has become a city of despair! He is commonly known as the Lion King, and he is praised as the pure white Lion King!"

Listening to Ozymandias's words, both Gudazi and Mashu's pupils trembled.

"It turns out to be the Holy City...!"

But after breaking away from there, Gudazi has judged that the Knights of the Round Table are quite powerful and cannot always rely on Orihara-senpai's help.

Shirou, who didn't know Gudazi's thoughts, was thinking about where Bedivere was now.

"It's a pity that I don't have the power to find people..."

If I had known earlier, I should have killed a few more gods to make myself more comprehensive.

Chapter 11 Guerrilla Knight, Mordred

Even though he thought so, Shirou didn't find it too troublesome.

There are many gods in the moon-shaped world. When you encounter them in the future, grab the powers you need by the way.

It was already approaching dusk when we walked out of the Grand Temple. The desert that could be seen from a high place was golden in color, and countless wrinkles of sand and stone were like solidified waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.

The refugees who came here have been resettled and have new lives and places to live.

Rather than living in panic in the desert, they should live a good life under the protection of this oasis-like territory.

However, there are still some people who yearn for a free life more than becoming slaves of the 'Sun King'.

"You have finally managed to get away from the place you feared, but you still have to find a suitable place..."

Looking at the city that started to light up with lights as night fell, Gudazi couldn't help but sigh.

Shirou then continued: "Everyone has something to be afraid of, but if you shrink back when you feel fear, the world will become smaller and smaller. The first lightning, the first flame, all the things that make human progress, are Starting from fear, turning the most terrifying places into the most beautiful scenery, it is the ability to do this kind of thing that makes human beings shine.”

"Well, it's very interesting. I approve of you!"

Ozymandias smiled and agreed, and then led everyone to eat.

"It is natural to treat guests with comfort! We, the desert people, will never be stingy with guests coming from afar, because we are well aware of the hardships of the journey."

After a delicious meal, Ozymandias also had people bring a lot of food and water to Shirou and his party.

"Hmph, if I die in the wilderness before leaving the Egyptian territory, I won't be able to lose face... Well, leave as soon as daybreak. When you have dealt with the Lion King in the holy city, I will The Holy Grail is given to you.”

Ozymandias was obviously not confident when he said this, after all, Shirou was standing next to him.

However, Shirou didn't have any bad feelings towards this 'Sun King'. Apart from his arrogant bad habits, his character in other aspects was quite perfect. This could be seen from the people who lived and worked in his place.

At night, when Gudazi and Mashu were sleeping soundly, Shirou wandered around Ozymandias' territory, searching for several times but unable to find Bedivere's location.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you can't find him. If it really doesn't work, take the Lion King, who is now dominated by the goddess, back and train him slowly. Although it will be a bit troublesome, there is no other way."

After thinking about this, Shirou stopped wasting time in Ozymandias' territory and urged Gudazi to go to the Holy City again the next day.

"Let's escort those who want to go to the East Village along the way." Gudazi said.

"Without our escort, it would be very difficult for those people to get there on their own."

Matthew said with some worry: "There are quite a lot of monsters along the way."

After hearing the speeches of these two kind-hearted girls, Shirou sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, let them get on the Huizhou and take them there as soon as possible."

Those people who had already packed their luggage and planned to go to the east village that could accommodate them at great risk, when they learned that Shirou planned to take them with him, they all knelt down and bowed to Shirou with tears of gratitude.

Shirou waved his hand:

"Anyway, it's just a matter of convenience. After I send you there, you will have to work hard on your own to survive. Let's work hard."

The Kashu "Vimana" has excellent speed when the operator is Shirou.

With the limit of this Noble Phantasm, it is possible to reach sub-light speed, but considering that Gudazi and other ordinary people could not bear it, the speed was slightly reduced.

Even so, it only took less than half an hour to approach the village to the east.

"Huh? There seem to be a lot of solemn knights over there...!"

Matthew exclaimed.

Gudazi could vaguely see the flag, and quickly asked Matthew: "Can you see the opponent's flag clearly?"

"Hmm... It looks like a red dragon head and red lightning running through the dragon's neck."

Hearing Matthew's answer, Da Vinci nodded.

"It's a good judgment. Red Thunder cut off the dragon's head. The only one in the entire Holy City who dares to use this kind of flag is the 'guerrilla knight' Mordred."

……

stab

Silver light passed by, and blood filled the field of vision. One after another, the guards were chopped to the ground by Mordred.

"Hey, hey, go to hell! One after another, it's really annoying, you bunch of rubbish!"

Mordred waved the "Brilliant King's Sword" in his hand to kill the guards who rushed towards him.

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"It's really ridiculous. Do you think there are too many sentries to stop me?"

Whizzing----! !

Two arrows pierced the air and shot at Mordred, but she turned around and cut them off with a sword.

"Why are there still people shooting cold arrows?" Mordred glared in displeasure: "This is really infuriating, get out of here!"

Following Mordred's words, a man standing on the winding cliff chuckled.

"How do you know the location of this village? Brother Curse Wrist's concealment should be flawless, right?"

The black-haired man who spoke was none other than Arash.

According to ancient Persian legends, he was a warrior of King Manuchehir, who was known as the last king of the Gods in Western Asia. He ended the 60-year war between Persia and Turku and brought peace and tranquility to the people of the two countries. The brave man who saves the world.

Mordred frowned, looking a little impatient.

"Only ghosts know that kind of thing! This kind of thing can only rely on intuition. I just felt that this place was dark and narrow, like a place where a homeless dog would live, so I hit it with the holy sword and found out that I had guessed correctly! However, although I won the prize But he’s not a general! Lancelot and I planned to find the rebel who fled the Holy City, but we didn’t find him here.”

Saying this, Mordred looked at Arash.

"Hey! Have you ever seen a guy with red hair? Oh, by the way, there are a few women around that guy."

"..."

Arash tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I have no impression at all."

"Tsk... Anyway, I don't expect to be able to ask anything from you. Damn it, that guy brought so many refugees, where else can he go but here...?"

Mordred scratched his hair irritably.

She never imagined that Shirou had a flying machine and could go wherever he wanted in the desert.

Chapter 12 Mordred’s Vision

It has to be said that Mordred was still smart. He predicted where the refugees might go, and he and Lancelot, the best swordsman among the Knights of the Round Table, came here to ambush them.

But they waited for a full day after they arrived here, because Shirou, Gudazi and his party were eating and drinking in the temple of Ozymandias.

"It's really troublesome. If we can't find that guy, even if we kill all the people in this small village, it will be useless. Let alone praise, we might even be reprimanded! There are only a few days until the execution day. ...!"

Hearing Mordred's complaints, Arash was a little confused: "Execution? Will you be executed? Aren't you a Knight of the Round Table?"

Mordred responded indifferently upon hearing this.

"As soon as my father's "Holy Battle" is over, everyone outside the Holy City will die, and I, who failed to get a city in the Holy City, will also be burned with joy!"

Mordred said as he glanced at the royal sword he was holding. The exquisite lines on it were stained with blood and reflected a strange red light under the sunlight.

Suddenly, her pupils trembled slightly and she turned around instantly.

Mordred, whose eyes were fixed on Shirou on the aircraft, showed an excited smile.

"Ha! That's where you are, you piece of trash!"

Mordred frowned as he continued to examine Gudazi and Mashu.

"The magician over there is the master of Chaldea, right? The rules of Agaga said that I will kill you without mercy!"

Hearing this, Gudazi quickly said: "We have met before when we were in London. There is no need to fight with swords, right?"

Modre

De looked at Gudazi in confusion, not understanding what she was talking about.

"Who are you, are you my fan? Even though I have killed so many heretics, I am indeed a celebrity."

When Matthew saw this, he said to Gudazi: "Senior, this Mordred is simply not the same person as the one summoned in London..."

Mordred looked at Gudazi carefully, then looked at Mashu, recognizing Galahad's magic power.

"Galahad... Even though your posture is different, I still remember your magic power. I'm still wondering why this guy didn't respond to my father's call and turned into a girl..."

As he spoke, Mordred looked at Mashu's breasts, which were much larger than her own, and was a little stunned.

"Well, Mordred, can we calm down and talk now?" Gudazi asked.

"Idiot, who will discuss it with you! No matter who gets in my way, they are enemies!"

Mordred suddenly straightened his face and said seriously.

"Give up, I don't know what kind of fool you know me as, and I don't want to hear it. Now I am the knight of the Lion King, Lord Mordred, the 'guerrilla knight' named the Disgraceful Hound. !”

Recalling what his father said about needing him, Mordred couldn't help but smile happily.

"Do you understand? Taking off the collar means that I have permission to make a fuss as I please~ This is super suitable for me, the best treatment! So no matter who it is, as long as the guy raises the sword to the king, I will Kill!"

To say that she has no resentment towards her father at all would be a lie.

Even learning by yourself has a limit.

If he was rejected, he wouldn't be able to even interfere... Even if this was the best that my father could do at that time, I think there should be some other way.Of course that's just attachment and justification - she thought, half mockingly.

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Mordred only hated the king, not his father.

It was that country and that era that made the father bear everything and imposed everything on that person, just through the title of 'King'.

The reason why he was forced to stand in an aloof position was simply because that person was the king.

Although he was definitely not a hateful being, he was hated, and because of his identity as the king, everyone placed all their dreams, hopes, and wishes on that person without any consideration.

Mordred hated this and wanted to correct it.

Because in her opinion, her father is not a being who deserves to be hated by people.

Every time she closed her eyes, she would dream... always dreaming about wanting to challenge the Chosen Sword but not being able to do so.So, I thought there must be something missing, something necessary to become a king... But, that's not actually the case.

That's not it... It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just that it's completely different from my father's starting point.

To make strangers smile - just for this purpose, that person decided to become a king.

What a ridiculous reason that is.

What a stupid reason that is.

What a sad reason that is.

That was—what an ethereal and precious reason.

The people who served the king were afraid of the king's complete lack of selfish desires. Even Mordred himself thought that person was like that.

Actually not so.