The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

It's just that the reward my father wants is not considered reward to anyone else, but is just something that everyone throws on the roadside.

That person was not concerned about the sparkling gems, but had a loving heart for the humble stone that had fallen by the roadside.

What kind of thoughts does that person have as a king... Mordred doesn't want to know all the time.

She would give up anything for a chance to get to know that person.

……

"Sure enough, I can only..."

Looking at Mordred with his unwavering gaze, Gudazi said helplessly.

Matthew had raised his shield and was ready to fight.

Mordred grinned upon seeing this, showing off his small fangs in excitement.

"Oh, do you want to fight with me? The blessing I have been given is "Rage". I can release the Holy Sword to my heart's content until my soul is burned out. Even hundreds of troops will not be my opponent. If you guys want to fight me, are you looking down on me?"

Although he spoke very arrogantly, Mordred was always alert to Shirou's movements.

At this time, Shirou moved slightly, and Mordred suddenly clenched the King Sword in his hand as if facing a powerful enemy.

After all, that was the enemy who completely defeated Gawain. Even if she said harsh words to Gudazi and the others, she would not underestimate Shirou's strength because of this.

However, Shirou did not intend to launch an attack

Instead of attacking, he looked at her with a smile.

"Since you are her child, let me explain the reason to you a little bit."

Shirou briefly talked about Lungominiad, the god in the Holy Spear, and a series of things that happened to Saber on his side.

"How about it, do you understand now?"

Mordred's eyes began to spin in circles. The amount of information was too much and complicated, and her brain was suddenly overloaded.

"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about!"

Chapter 13 Disobedient children will be severely whipped.

Mordred shook his head, and the words Shirou just said were immediately forgotten by this rebellious child.

"I don't care about that. Anyway, I just need to listen to my father! Just die!"

Mordred, who couldn't hear anything anymore, raised the royal sword in his hand high. This was supposed to be a sword that proved the king's power, but it turned into an evil sword because he echoed the girl's hatred.

The space was distorted, and thunderous sounds swayed among the mountains.

In the beginning, the "Brilliant 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 those who claim to be kings" could pick up.

But Mordred, who had usurped the sword from King Arthur's treasury, accepted the sword with overwhelming force.

She didn't choose it because it was a sword worthy of a king, she simply wanted the power of this sword.

As a "catalyst" that increases the king's power, he forged the best king sword into an evil sword.

Later, Mordred wielded this sword in the Battle of the Sword Parade and seriously injured King Arthur at the cost of his own life.

The King's Sword held high above her head bloomed with a dazzling red light at this moment, and there was even a trace of golden light in it. This was a light that would never appear before, but at this moment, Mordred had no time to take care of it. She In his eyes, there is only the enemy right in front of him.

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

The blade shattered, and a huge torrent of magic energy was released, turning into a red beam of light and rushing towards Shirou.

Faced with Mordred's unknown attack, Shirou shook his head slightly and sighed for the child's weakness, and then took out a "Sword of Promised Victory".

It was not the Holy Sword of the Stars, but the one belonging to Saber. Shirou deliberately checked it to avoid accidentally picking up the wrong one and beating the child to death.

The Holy Sword, which is always blooming with dazzling golden light, is releasing a torrent of light with unprecedented momentum as Shirou injects a huge amount of magic power.

The confrontation between the two turbulent light beams caused the earth to tremble crazily, the air was burned dry, and the hot wind swept across it.

"That sword is..."

Mordred's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the holy sword in Shirou's hand with some surprise.

Why couldn't she recognize the appearance of the holy sword?

Mordred was filled with doubts as to why this red-haired man possessed his father's holy sword.

Holding the sword tightly, the red energy became more violent, and Mordred roared with anger in his throat.

"Drink...! Once I knock you down, I'll torture you...!"

Gudazi, Ma Xiu and others in the rear were all watching the battlefield nervously. The after-effects of the confrontation between the two Noble Phantasms were too terrifying, and no one dared to get close.

"Isn't this really going to affect the village..."

Matthew looked at the battlefield ahead with some worry.

"It should be no problem... Orihara-senpai will control the power anyway, we just need to be careful not to be affected."

Gudazi comforted Ma Xiu.

Mashu looked at Gudazi with some suspicion, feeling that she seemed to have great trust in that Orihara-senpai.

However, when he noticed that Gudazi's eyes were shining, Ma Xiu roughly understood what Gudazi was thinking.

My senior sister and senior always wanted to have powerful heroic spirits as partners. Although Orihara-senpai was not a heroic spirit, he was more powerful than these heroic spirits, which naturally made her so eager.

While Matthew was thinking about these things, the battle ahead was coming to an end.

Mordred was originally releasing the power of the Noble Phantasm with great joy, but it had been a long time since she had fought with someone so joyfully.

But after a while, Mordred felt something was wrong.

"Is that guy's magic power infinite!?"

The magic power in Mordred's body has almost reached its bottom, and it has reached the point where it is beginning to burn life.

However, when she looked forward, the red-haired man looked relaxed, as if the consumption of magic power didn't matter to him at all.

Just when Mordred was feeling incredible, the light of the Holy Sword, which was fighting on par with her, suddenly intensified.

"Varied----"

difficult

The huge magic power of imagination is coming at Mordred in a way that Mordred can't resist at all.

Excessive, expanded - the amount of magic power is so huge that Mordred can feel how huge the power of the confrontation is even when holding the king's sword.

Endless raging waves of light, shining starlight.

So beautiful, so dazzling, like something precious.

He didn't even have time to feel the overwhelming heat, which was the light of the stars in the sky of the Age of Gods.

There was no chance of resistance at all, and there was only a ray of light released by the King Sword in Mordred's hand.

Even if he burned his own life away, he still couldn't fight against that man - Mordred felt this deeply.

Mordred, who was out of strength, stuck his sword on the ground, held on to the hilt of the sword to barely support his body and kept standing, looking at Shirou in disbelief.

"Who the hell are you...!?"

"My ears are almost calloused from hearing this."

Shirou wasted no time. After throwing the holy sword back into the "Unlimited Sword System", he came to Mordred in an instant and patted it. The armor made of magic power worn by the latter disappeared directly. The slightly slender body inside is left.

It even looks a little barren than Saber.

In the girl's eyes widened in surprise, the clanging sound of chains sounded out of thin air, and then four silver-white wedges stretched out from the void, wrapping and imprisoning her limbs.

"You, what do you want to do?!"

Mordred was immediately frightened, and tried to break away with all his teeth and claws, but found that even if he tried hard enough to turn red, he could not break free from the shackles of the golden chain.

"Damn it...you actually sneaked up on me, you are so despicable! If you have the ability, let me go and fight me one on one!!" Mordred glared at Shirou angrily.

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"It's really not good at all to talk to your elders with such an attitude."

Shirou said this, came behind Mordred, and then raised his right hand.

Boom————!

There was a deafening thunder in the sky, the dark clouds gathered and swirled, and a bolt of lightning fell from its center, reaching Shirou's hand and turning into a golden whip.

Using this thunder whip as a whip, Shirou raised the thunder whip in his hand high while Mordred, who was bound by the "Lock of Heaven" and unable to move, stared at him in disbelief.

"Children who disobey will be whipped severely."

"I won't stop until you admit your mistake."

Snapped!

Chapter 14 The naughty child suffers, Bedivere appears

Snapped!

Another whipping.

Mordred finally couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The long whip transformed from thunder gave off a painful and numb electric shock when struck. However, the thunder controlled by Shirou did not cause much actual damage. At most, it only left a little red mark.

But for Mordred, she had no idea what her lower body was like at this moment. She only felt that her whole body was filled with numbness as the whip fell.

The feeling of electric shock spread throughout his body, making Mordred unable to speak clearly.

She originally wanted to grit her teeth and stop making any sound, but in the end her persistence became blurred. With her eyes turning white and her tongue sticking out due to paralysis, she could no longer stay awake.

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Looking at the painting style that became increasingly difficult to look at directly, Gudazi and Mashu both had blank faces and stared blankly at this scene with their mouths slightly open.

……

Lancelot, who was unaware that Mordred was suffering at this moment, was confronting another person in an area outside the village.

It was a silver-haired knight.

With an upright appearance, a slender figure, and beautiful silver hair swaying in the wind of sand, this beautiful young man has a trance-like androgynous beauty.

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He is polite, calm and gentle. He is obviously a knight, but he has a delicate mind like a woman.

He is not only a gentle knight, but also a brave knight.

Although he is one-armed, he is an outstanding general and a knight with excellent sword skills. Among the Knights of the Round Table who gather many heroes beyond human beings, he is "the only knight who assists the king as an ordinary human being".

"Bedivere... why are you here?"

Lancelot did not take action immediately, but the action of placing his hand on the hilt of the sword was full of pressure.

After all, he is a Knight of the Round Table

The knight with the strongest sword skills.

Bedivere looked at Lancelot cautiously as if facing a powerful enemy.

If Bedivere was one-armed, he would naturally not be able to fight Lancelot. The difference in strength was too great.

But now Bedivere has the "Silver Arm" that can fight against these heroic spirits.

The origin of this "Silver Arm" can be traced back to Bedivere's failure to return the sword to the Fairy of the Lake.

As a result, the king was not completely lost. He assimilated with the goddess' soul in the holy spear and transformed into the Lion King, completely losing his humanity.

Bedivere, who was holding the Holy Sword, could not die because of the Holy Sword. When Merlin found him, he had weathered into stone, still holding the Holy Sword and shedding tears for whom he did not know why.

After seeing this, Merlin gave Bedivere a chance to correct his mistake and refined the holy sword into the "Silver Arm" so that he could use it.

However, the price of using a mortal body to drive the holy sword is the knight's remaining body and soul.

Even so, Bedivere must move forward, even if he sacrifices his body and soul in order to make up for his mistakes.

"No matter what sacrifice I make, I will definitely—"

"Ah, it will definitely happen this time."

"I want to bury my king with my own hands."