Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"...stolen." Alanna lowered her head deeply, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"When I came out of King's Cross Station, I stopped by the British Museum. Those holy relics were part of the museum's collection, and I... took them away."

"Hmm?" Ethan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Using the items stolen from the Great Ying Museum as a catalyst, a bunch of servants that were not from Ying Country were summoned...

It seems that there is really not a single collection in the Da Ying Museum that belongs to Da Ying!

"It's okay, Alanna, don't worry. It's a wizard's business. How can that be called stealing?" Ethan said, trying to hold back his laughter. "That's called borrowing. Just remember to return it when it's over."

"But the fighting methods of these guys you chose are too biased, aren't they? If they don't release their Noble Phantasms, they are basically melee servants, and their long-range attack methods are too single."

"As for long-range means, I can also take charge." Alanna raised her face with some pride. "After all, I am a wizard. I can still use some spells to assist in the battle, not to mention that I have ancient magic like you, Ethan. And even if the enemy suddenly gets close to me, I can summon backup servants to defend in time."

"But what if an Assassin attacks you by stealth?" Ethan poured cold water on her. "Are you sure you can defend yourself if he shows up behind you and cuts your throat with a knife?"

"...I have you here, don't I?" Alanna blinked innocently, "There are two of us. You can be responsible for protecting me."

"……Too."

But it always feels like something is missing.

Ethan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood up and looked around.

"By the way, Alanna. Is the summoning circle you used earlier still there?"

Alana pointed to a half-open wooden door behind her. "It's in the small room next door. What's going on?"

"Since I'm here, I'm here to help you to the end. I'll summon a Servant to join in the fun."

Ethan pushed open the wooden door, looked at the dim magic circle in the room, took out his wand and slightly changed a few patterns in the summoning circle, then turned around and said.

"After all, in the Holy Grail War, we are either allies or enemies. The more people we have on our side, the greater our chances of victory."

Indeed, the number of places in the Holy Grail War is limited, and it's first come, first served. Increasing your own combat power is equivalent to reducing the number of enemies. Even if it's just to take up a place, you have to summon something, even if you summon Shakespeare?

Uh... forget about this useless thing, Shabi. You can break off a stick and tie a rope to it, and maybe you can summon a Robin Hood.

"Then Ethan, do you want to find a holy relic as a catalyst? I have quite a few unused ones here, so there will always be one that will be suitable." Alana turned around and lay on the back of the sofa, looking at Ethan with a smile.

"No need, I have a good thing here that should be able to summon a very strong guy."

Ethan touched the pendant hanging on his chest, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a determined arc.

Since it was something made by Altria, if it is used as a catalyst for summoning, it can almost be said that it is a unique designation of the summoned object, and there is no possibility of summoning other people by mistake.

It’s decided to be you, King of Daimao!

Ethan took the pendant off his neck and placed it on the edge of the magic circle. He then stretched out his left hand towards the summoning circle and solemnly recited the summoning spell:

"Spiral Stairs, Rhinoceros Beetle, Street of Ruins, Fig Tower, Rhinoceros Beetle, Via Dolorosa, Rhinoceros Beetle, Singularity, Giotto, Angel, Hydrangea, Rhinoceros Beetle, Singularity, Secret Emperor!"

"Huh?" Alana on the sofa tilted her head in confusion.

Why does this spell sound a little wrong?

And I always feel that the lines on Ethan's face become a little rougher when he sings. Is it my illusion?

"Ahem, sorry, I pronounced the spell wrong. Let's try again--"

Ethan coughed twice and began to chant another spell:

"Flowers, trees, sky, breeze, clouds, sun, rainbow, ocean, beach, soil, gravel, earth... Oh no, that's not it!"

After playing around for a while, Ethan finally gave up his playfulness and contentedly recited the correct spell:

“…I hereby declare.

Your body is under my command, and my fate depends on your sword.

I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world.

I am the one who spreads all the evil in the world.

You are the seven heavens entangled with the three great words.

Come from the Wheel of Restraint, Guardian of Libra—!"

I have to say that although the spells and postures are very childish, as long as no outsiders see them and if you can put aside some of your own shame, completing this entire summoning process is still very exciting.

What the hell is moral integrity? I lost it 20,000 years ago.

The summoning circle burst out with dazzling white light, and the strong wind gathered the mist and covered the entire circle.

A burning pain came from the back of his hand, and the Command Spell gradually took shape on the back of his hand, condensing into the shape of a sharp sword.

"Oh, the shape of this Command Seal! And this feeling, it's her!"

Ethan looked at the gradually solidifying figure in the mist, the figure wearing a skirt and armor and holding a sword, and couldn't help but smile:

"Come out, King Arthur!"

Crack!

The Servant in the mist suddenly rushed out of the magic circle, and swung the greatsword wrapped in red lightning straight at Ethan, and a hoarse roar resounded throughout the basement:

"Go to hell, King Arthur!"

Chapter 187 Are you going to scold him to death?

In a flash, facing the red sword, Ethan decisively clasped his palms together and used a standard Chibakuten... He caught the sword tip that was glowing with red electric light with his bare hands.

The knuckles of his hands were cut by the sharp sword blades and traces of blood oozed out. The silver-white electric light between his palms and the red thunder wrapped around the sword collided with each other, constantly sparking electric sparks and making crackling sounds.

The swordsman in front of him, who was wrapped in silver armor from head to toe, was a little dazed, but the force of his sword did not decrease until he pressed Ethan to one knee on the ground.

"Ethan!"

Alanna screamed in shock, and quickly turned around and put her hand on the black book on the sofa. A blue stream of light flashed from the book into the summoning room, and turned into three phantoms holding weapons, surrounding the armored swordsman. The weapons in the phantoms' hands were pointed directly at the swordsman's throat. As long as the swordsman's sword moved again, these weapons would pierce him directly.

"Ah? Isn't it that bastard King Arthur? Did I recognize the wrong person?" An indistinguishable androgynous muttering sound came from the gap in the helmet, which seemed a little muffled because of the metal barrier. The armored swordsman drew back the long sword in his hand and stood in front of him, straightening his posture and said in a deep voice:

"Servant, Saber, come as summoned."

The silver helmet with devil horns began to deform automatically like Iron Man's suit. The two horn-like decorations slid to the shoulders, and the rest of the parts dispersed and embedded into the surrounding armor.

The swordsman revealed her true face: slightly messy long golden hair, amber-like green eyes, and a delicate face that was exactly the same as her father's.

"My name is Mordred, the only legitimate successor to the Knight King Arthur Pendragon. Let me ask you, are you my Master?"

The blonde girl smiled heartily. Such a beautiful and cool smile must be able to attract both men and women.

(Comments from the author: Actually, there are subtle differences between Xiaomo's lines and her father's. Daimo uses "あなた" for the second person, while Xiaomo uses "お前"; Daimo refers to himself as "私", while Xiaomo uses "俺". Although the meanings are the same, Xiaomo's is more rude and bold.

In other words, Xiao Mo's line is more suitable to be translated as: "Are you the one who cursed him to death?")

"Well, I am your Master, please give me your guidance."

Ethan slowly stood up, shook off the blood on his hands, waved to Alanna behind him to signal her not to be nervous, and at the same time looked at the blond and blue-eyed knight in front of him, and complained with a dark face:

"But are all servants nowadays so enthusiastic that they immediately give their masters a great sword?"

Fortunately, I reacted in time, otherwise it would have cracked on the spot (physical).

"Ah, sorry, Master. I mistakenly thought you were that bastard King Arthur, and I attacked you subconsciously. Sorry."

The smile on Mordred's face became a little unnatural. He scratched his ears awkwardly and said sheepishly.

"Well, you keep on quibbling and I'm listening."

Ethan looked at Mordred in front of him with dead eyes, who showed no guilt at all, and secretly complained in his heart.

It's okay if I recognize the wrong person.

How did you mistake me, a 1.8-meter-tall black-haired Asian, for the biological father of your Golden Lion King, who is less than a soldier's height?

Could the reason be any more perfunctory?

"It's mainly the aura. The moment I was summoned, I suddenly felt an aura very similar to King Arthur's. I thought I was summoned in the same Holy Grail War as King Arthur, so I attacked reflexively."

Mordred didn't care about the mistake he had just made, or rather, he wanted to cover it up quickly. He stepped forward and patted Ethan on the shoulder, smiling broadly:

"But Master, you are really amazing. You were able to catch my full-strength blow with your bare hands. Although you are a little young."

"Well, I was a little disappointed because the Master is such a young man. I didn't expect you to be so interesting, Master. I like you very much!"

“You talk as if you’re older than me.” Ethan’s face twitched unnaturally twice. He rubbed his shoulders and rolled his eyes at her.

Mordred, the rebellious knight, is the biological son of King Arthur Altria.

Her mother is Morgan, the elder sister of King Arthur Altria. For her own unspeakable purpose, she used unspeakable magic to turn Altria into a male one day when she was not prepared. She used unspeakable methods to collect unspeakable things from Altria, stuffed them into her own unspeakable parts, and finally gave birth to an unspeakable thing like little Morgan.

(I know that Type-Moon officially changed the setting later, but this book still uses the old setting.

Don’t ask, asking is joy.)

Because he was an artificial life form created in a hurry, Mordred had an astonishing growth rate. A few years after his birth, he successfully infiltrated the Knights of the Round Table and began to serve King Arthur with his mother's twisted wish to defeat King Arthur and replace him.

At the same time, by completely imitating King Arthur's physical performance, Mordred quickly stood out among many knights. Ignoring Morgan's intentions, Mordred, who longed for his father and wanted to be recognized by his father, showed his identity card in front of King Arthur, but was rejected by King Arthur.

Then, of course, Mordred, who was rejected by his beloved father, had a drastic change of mentality. While King Arthur was on an expedition to Rome, he took control of the holy city of Camelot and raised the banner of rebellion against his father.

Britain, which was already on the brink of collapse, began to completely collapse because of the conflict between the two.

In the final battle at Camlann Hill, Mordred once knocked the EX curry stick in King Arthur's hand away, and took advantage of the dragon's face-riding advantage to attack with the King's Sword Clarent in his hand.

Then King Arthur picked up the holy spear Rongomyniad and stabbed him through, but Mordred's dying blow also smashed King Arthur's skull.

King Arthur was very happy that Mordred wanted to be a rebellious knight. He used the holy spear Rongomeniad to teach his son a lesson. Mordred was also very happy and let his father's imagination run wild on the spot.

The father is kind and the son is filial. The father is kind and the son is filial (bowing).

But as mentioned before, Mordred is an artificial life form, and her growth rate is more than twice that of ordinary people. So when she happily exchanged one for one with her biological father in Jianlan, she had only lived for less than ten years.

Well, he was 9 years old.

"Well, I'm only a few hundred years older than you, Master." Mordred shrugged, surprisingly not offended by Ethan's rude words. She took off her heavy armor, revealing the red casual clothes under the armor, and looked around the dim basement, feeling a little disappointed:

"You actually summoned me in such a dark place. Master, are you a dark wizard from somewhere?"

"No, I'm a positive and positive young man who does good deeds everywhere. I'm just a coincidence here. I'm not a dark wizard or anything like that..."

Just as Ethan was about to say a few more words, he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist. Alanna had touched him at some point and hugged him tightly around the waist. The girl stared at the scantily clad swordsman in front of her with a droopy face, vigilantly swearing her sovereignty like a cat guarding its food.

It’s okay if you like her, but she’s just a servant. She’s going to snatch my man away as soon as she’s summoned, right?

I’ll bite you to death (fiercely).

"Who is this?"

Mordred looked at Alanna with a bad look on his face and asked with his head tilted.

"She is also one of the Masters of this Holy Grail War. But don't worry, she is one of us."

Ethan put his arm around Alanna's shoulders and explained with a smile:

"This time the situation is a bit special. We are cooperating with other masters. Why do you feel a little uncomfortable because of this?"

"Not at all. As long as we can win, the means are not a problem at all. Not to mention cooperation, even cheating is within my acceptance range."

Mordred shrugged, ignored Alanna's angry protest, walked past the two people to the door of the basement and looked up at the clear night sky.

The wooden door had been kicked open by Ethan before, and the moonlight was pouring down from the steps at the door. Bathed in the moonlight, the girl looked back at her Master and asked:

"Then how are you two going to divide the wishes? There can only be one winner of the Holy Grail War, right?"

"No, I have no desire to entrust my life to the Holy Grail. I got involved this time purely to help her." Ethan shook his head and looked at the girl in his arms lovingly.

"Ah, then Master, your work was in vain. You fought a desperate Holy Grail War, but in the end, you got nothing."

Mordred scratched his head, speaking with a hint of frustration.

After all, since she was willing to respond to the call of the Holy Grail, it meant that she must have a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail. Now seeing that her Master had given up the opportunity to make a wish, she naturally felt a little resentful.

In other words, Xiao Mo has a good personality, otherwise he would have rebelled against Ethan and chosen another wise ruler.

Seeing his Servant's thoughts, Ethan chuckled and comforted him:

"Don't worry, her wish is not that big. After making a wish, the remaining magic power of the Holy Grail should be enough for you to make another wish. Since you are willing to respond to the call, you must have a wish you want to fulfill, right? How about it, are you interested in sharing it with your Master?"

In fact, she didn't need to say it. As an old moon man, Ethan already knew what she was pursuing, or what she wanted to pursue at the moment. He asked this question just to adjust the atmosphere.

"The Chosen Sword..." Mordred's tone became a little serious, "I want to challenge the sword that King Arthur once drew, that's all."