Pochi-chan, I used to be a princess.

?! ”】

Gao Shan Gothic grumbled, "Why does everyone have to diss the Catholic Crusaders? Does Su Ge still have any dignity left?"

Maria Takayama clenched her fists and glared at Mordred angrily: "Garbled garbage, damn thing! Kill her! Fujimaru Ritsuka! Any bastard who dares to insult Catholicism deserves death!"

Gao Shan Gothic covered his face with the hand that had just scratched his butt, with a helpless expression on his face. He knew that his sister's foul mouth defect could not be corrected, at least she did not have the ability to do so.

Roman sternly warned, "Ritsuka, she's not the Mordred from London. If you show mercy, she'll kill you. Fight her as if she were your enemy."

Mordred said cheerfully, "You can fight me, right? The blessing bestowed upon me is out of control. I can unleash the holy sword until my soul burns out. Hundreds upon hundreds of troops are my match. You have one, two, three... Why, only three? A mere Master and three Servants are no match for me. They're not even enough to make a dent in my teeth."

[The smile on Mordred's face faded, and her eyes fell on Bedivere.]

Mordred angrily demanded, "Hey, what's going on? What's going on? Why are you there? You can't be the only one here. Am I right, aren't I? A third-rate knight!? You're actually involved with the rebels. This is the worst joke!"

Chapter 217: Violent Monkey

Bedivere said coldly, "...I don't want to say anything to you. You have complaints against me, and so do I. Although meeting the Lion King is my ultimate goal, I will forget this for now. The rebellious knight Mordred, the disloyal man who trampled on King Arthur's ideals. Your tainted holy sword is the worst reality that is hard to face."

Mordred sneered, "Ha! You're getting a little arrogant, you coward! Interesting! I'll remind you of your own miserable reality, how incomparable I am!"

Mordred roared, raising his magic sword and slashing it downwards. Combined with the explosive acceleration brought about by the release of his magic power, no attack could surpass this blow, barring the use of a Noble Phantasm.

【Bedivere blocked the sword with his right arm.】

【However, Mordred's attacks will not stop here.】

Bedivere desperately blocked Mordred's sword blows with his right arm, and every time he received a blow, a flash of red lightning passed by.

This is Mordred's magic. She's radiating it like she's about to burst forth with it, so even just receiving the sword sends a wave of numbness through her.

Bedivere trembled immensely, for every time he touched the sword, he could sense the fiery passion of madness, hatred, and the joy of fighting emanating from her.

[The swordsmanship used by Mordred is a wonderful blend of the ferocity of a berserker and the skill of a swordsman.]

To use a metaphor, it's like teaching a ferocious wild monkey that it must fight to get food, and then letting that monkey fight thousands of enemies.

Of course, monkeys lack the wisdom to practice martial arts, but instinct will teach them, the battles they experience will refine their spirit, and the rewards will enrich their lives. The final product will be the ultimate monster, having learned something other than martial arts.

Mordred's swordsmanship is very close to this feeling. Only those who constantly fight and kill can learn swordsmanship that abandons etiquette and chivalry and exists only for survival and killing.

No one else has mastered this technique, and no one else is suited to it. It was Mordred who created this technique, and only she can wield it.

[The demonic sword and the holy sword collided, sparks flying, and Mordred suppressed Bedivere. Even so, Mordred's face showed an expression of irritability and anger, because she was unable to take down Bedivere.]

Mordred pressed his magic sword against Bedivere's arm. "That prosthetic arm is quite impressive! Is that the source of your confidence in boasting? Where did you get that thing, you cowardly bastard?! We don't even remember it!"

Bedivere asked: "...You don't remember. ...Is that really the case? Perhaps it's because your brain capacity is too small that you can't remember it?"

Mordred raised his crimson sword and slashed at Bedivere, shouting angrily, "Are you calling me stupid? No, that's what I'm saying. You've always said it before. Don't get carried away, Bedivere. You're just a weak knight who took a spare seat. If Agrawen hadn't died early, you wouldn't even have the chance to serve as the king's attendant. You! You're just favored by King Arthur! In reality, you're just a knight inferior to me!"

Bedivere said calmly, "...Yes, you are right. I am far inferior to the other knights. Without the protection of elves, without the blessing of the sun, and without any natural talent... I am just an ordinary knight. But the king entrusted his affairs to me until his death. In return for this favor, I received this arm. It was given to me by the great magician Merlin. He gave me the Arm of Nuada."

Mordred shouted with a ferocious look on his face, "Until my death! You actually said until my death? Fine, I will kill you now! Kill you until not even a trace of flesh and blood remains! I will never tell the king that you are here! How can I leave King Arthur's final moments to a fellow like you!"

What a despicable guy.

In the school library, Kyotaro Ichikawa was holding "The Legend of King Arthur" and staring at the mobile phone on the table of Anna Yamada with malicious eyes.

What about being far inferior to other knights, what about being an ordinary knight? This kind of pretentious modesty is really annoying.

Bedivere, clearly a foremost Knight of the Round Table, was not only the first, but also the last. Despite being one-armed, he could achieve as many feats on the battlefield as three, and a single lance strike was nine times more powerful than any other knight. He and Kay were closely linked in legend, having completed many trials together.

Furthermore, Bedivere was the first knight to strike the giant Ysbaddaden with Curchi's poisoned spear, helped Kay kill the giant, rescued Mabon ap Modron from prison, and together with Kay obtained the hair of the bearded giant Dillus.

There are adventure stories and battlefield stories about him. In the legend, he is also outstanding in strength and has a special status. Although the woman below called Bedivere a third-rate knight, there are only a very few knights among the Knights of the Round Table whose strength and status can surpass Bedivere.

Anna Yamada was eating potato chips, and the crumbs splashed onto the phone screen, blurring the video. Kyotaro Ichikawa couldn't help but turn his murderous gaze towards Anna Yamada.

[“Burn my soul, gallop, silver light.”]

[Bedivere raised his right arm, and a bright silver light shone.]

"...My loyalty is the same as yours. What was once right, now utterly distorted. Mordred. Our enemy, our compatriot. Now I understand your pain, and so I will do my utmost to subdue you! Grasp the sword, Silver Arm!"

[A whirlwind of powerful magic swept up, and Bedivere fixed his gaze on Mordred with determination. His body was like a storm and lightning, rushing towards Mordred.]

Mordred raised his magic sword with both hands, and an overwhelming vortex of magic erupted from his body. He shouted angrily, "I'm so annoyed! You bastard! What do you even know?! What the hell is wrong with me?!"

The crimson demonic sword and the silver holy sword collided, the mountain's rock wall cracking under the impact of the swords, huge rocks bursting out, and the intense flash of light made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The battle between the surrounding soldiers and the Mountain People paused, and everyone turned their attention to the clash between Mordred and Bedivere. The outcome of the battle would determine the fate of one of their factions.

After a while, the exchange of Noble Phantasms ended. Bedivere was sweating profusely, and Mordred was furious.

Chapter 218: Two-Way Destruction

"Damn it! What the hell am I doing?! I have the blessing, how could I lose?"

Mordred furiously raised his sword, and his helmet's function as a Noble Phantasm was simultaneously revoked, retracting into his armor.

"It is said that in the past, there lived a knight king in the Kingdom of Britain named Arthur Pendragon. During his reign, he never aged... and for many years maintained the appearance of the adorable young man who had drawn the sword from the stone."

[Then of course, his legitimate son, Mordred, also has a slender, even pitiful, girlish appearance.]

However, despite her cute appearance, she couldn't hide her brutal nature, almost like a berserker. Her emerald green eyes were filled with a revelation of violence.

As he removed his helmet, the sword in Mordred's hand also transformed. The silver blade stained red, its shape beginning to distort. Every time a violent noise erupted, bursts of red lightning flashed around the sword.

This phenomenon is not due to the sword's nature. This radiant and shining sword, which King Arthur had acquired and kept as proof of his kingship, was plundered by Mordred, who then fatally wounded King Arthur.

[The reason it transformed into an evil sword is due to a story related to the sword. When Mordred obtained this sword, the royal sword became an evil sword of hatred.]

Meeting Bedivere in the guise of a young girl, Mordred's tyrannical aura only intensified, and the pressure on the Chaldeans increased.

Mash said anxiously, "Sir Mordred, take off your helmet! That armor doesn't seem to go well with the uncontrolled blessing...!"

Roman suddenly realized: "So that's it, the helmet that hides infidelity...! That armor was prepared for rebellion against King Arthur! It's incompatible with the Lion King's blessing! In other words, she hasn't used her full strength yet!?"

Mordred said frankly, "Ah, that's right. I never thought I'd get serious with a bunch of you scumbags. You're the laughingstock of the Round Table... But if we lose even after this, we'll be worse than a laughingstock. I'll throw my pride away. I'll destroy you and this mountain together!"

Mordred declared this terroristic declaration, his raised sword gleaming fiercely: "Boiling wrath of the shattered star. Clarent Blood!"

[Just as Mordred was about to swing her sword, an arrow struck the tendon in her arm, interrupting her attack.]

Mordred furiously shouted, "Who is this?! You're constantly attacking my arm tendons! Do you want to die?"

Arash bent his bow and fired, smiling calmly, "This is a battle, and one side is bound to die. Especially those who ignore their own limitations and insist on standing out."

[Mashu shouted in surprise: "Mr. Arash!"]

Arash smiled and said, "Well, well done, Ritsuka, Mashu. Thanks to you, look, all the soldiers except this knight have been wiped out. Now all we have to do is take the commander's head, but... well, what should I say, this guy, was just about to drag everyone else into self-destruction? Was it the out-of-control blessing? He was planning to unleash it all and blow up the mountain with the holy sword, right?"

【Mashu was horrified.】

Mordred grinned and said, "...That's nothing. You actually understand."

Arash replied, "Alas, it was just a coincidence, a coincidence! Even for a Heroic Spirit, losing control of their magic will only lead to their own destruction. At most, it can only increase the power of their Noble Phantasm. But your Blessing is another matter. Loss of control sounds nice, but in reality, it's just a core meltdown. Do you understand? The one who bestowed this Blessing on you treats you like that?"

Mordred said nonchalantly, "Yes, that's right! I'm a hound, you know? As long as I keep killing prey and die miserably in the wilderness, I'll be satisfied! So I'm going to drag you down with me! Die with me... Guwaa!?"

[Mordred took the opportunity to swing his sword again, but Arash shot an arrow, interrupting Mordred's movement.]

Arash said unhappily, "That's nothing! Even if I were your enemy, I'd still be angry! Just because you lost, you're going to self-destruct and end everything? You have no dignity as a warrior at all! Are you still a Knight of the Round Table? Are you only brave at the beginning?!"

Miyamoto Rei was horrified. "What kind of twisted relationship is this? When a father... a mother? Attaches a self-destruct device to his daughter, and the daughter doesn't care about it and is willing to fight for her mother until she blew herself up?"

Hirano Toda complained: "This kind of mother is too outrageous, and her daughter is no less."

Takagi Saya sneered, "Fool, don't overestimate royal affection. Mordred is a traitor. Although I don't understand the feelings of this traitor, isn't it normal for King Arthur to use those who betrayed him as disposable tools? Even if it's not the king, there are many similar things in reality."

Jing Haoyong smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't know what's going on with this kind of relationship."

Hirano Toda rubbed his head and whispered, "Is it a relationship like this between a father-obsessed yandere and a father with normal emotions? A child conceived through special means by taking genes from King Arthur. Even if she loves King Arthur, he won't have any positive feelings for her."

Komuro Takashi looked at Hirano Toda in surprise: "You hit the nail on the head!"

【Mordred was persuaded to retreat by Arash, and when she left, Bedivere collapsed.】

[Bedivere, who had fainted, was dreaming about the past. Arash immediately examined him and was relieved to find that Bedivere was not seriously injured.]

Arash said, "Bedivere has fallen asleep. Although there are no obvious external injuries, he has consumed a lot of physical strength. It would be great if there were a Servant here who could specialize in healing... Lord Cursed Arm and I know nothing about that."

Mashu said awkwardly, "I haven't learned healing magic either... Mr. Bedivere, is it because you overused that Noble Phantasm..."

Arash nodded and then shook his head. "It's true that it took a toll on the body, but it seems like he's in a lot of mental pain as well. He was mumbling in his sleep a while ago, saying things like 'My King, please forgive me.'"

Mash said sadly, "That's... true. Even I, who have only merged with the Knights of the Round Table, feel an indescribable anxiety about fighting them. It's the guilt of rebelling against King Arthur. If it were Lord Bedivere, it would surely be even more painful."

Chapter 219 The Weeping Monk

Roman sighed, "Well, I can understand Sir Bedivere's troubles. Fighting his former compatriots was already difficult for him, not to mention that the King Arthur he had always respected had become a completely different person, implementing harsh laws. Furthermore, even for justice, drawing a sword against the king he once served is an unforgivable act for a knight."

While the Chaldeans were discussing the situation between Bedivere and King Arthur, Hassan the Cursed Arm went to West Village to observe the situation. He was relieved to find that the damage had been minimized, and brought the leader of West Village to meet with the Chaldeans.

Surprisingly, the leader of the West Village is Hassan the Hundred Faces. Upon seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, Hassan the Hundred Faces shows strong resistance.

[The vengeful Hassan will never agree to cooperate with Fujimaru Ritsuka and others. ]

Feeling he had mastered the art of interacting with Heroic Spirits, Fujimaru Ritsuka said decisively, "Alright, let's have a fight!"

Hassan the Hundred Faces refused without hesitation: "Excuse me! Don't think you can gain my approval just because you're better than me! In fact, doing so will only make me hate you even more! Idiot! Idiot!"

In the present vision, the tone of Hassan the Hundred Faces caused Madarame Harunobu to have a stress reaction, and he complained: "What kind of female devil attribute is this?"

Although he doesn't look like a effeminate devil at all, his attitude is really like that of a effeminate devil. He is clearly an assassin, and a fanatic of the Assassin Order.

Sasahara Kanshi said, "Ah, compared to that, isn't that too impulsive? How can an assassin not pay attention to the overall situation?"

Kosaka Makoto complained: "And the so-called hatred is nothing more than her wanting to do something bad but being interrupted by Fujimaru Ritsuka and then let go."

Arash said in surprise: "Hmm... It seems to be worse than Mordred's. Just how extreme were you guys in doing to her?"

【Fujimaru Ritsuka has an innocent expression on his face.】

Roman said distressedly, "...But even so, she's also an old lady from the mountains. If she doesn't cooperate, it will be difficult to advance towards the Holy City. We have to find a way to convince her..."

Hassan the Cursed Arm said to Hassan the Hundred Faces, "Well, let's put this aside for now. Hundred Faces. How are things going with that?"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces showed an embarrassment: "... As for that matter, there's been no progress yet. If this continues, we'll just have to wait for death... That girl is very tight-lipped and probably won't reveal anything... But I heard that there are people at the Round Table who are good at torture. If she reveals our plan before she dies, we won't even have a chance to fight back..."

Hassan of the Cursed Arm said in a deep voice: "Well, this is troublesome, indeed very troublesome. If only there were someone stronger than us who could act alone and command Servants to help us..."

Hassan the Hundred Faces said impatiently, "How can there be such a convenient helper? Don't be so stupid..."

Hassan paused, turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and said happily, "Got it! The Fool is right before my eyes. ...Ku ...

【Fujimaru Ritsuka wordlessly makes boxing gestures.】

Mashu said happily, "Senior, it seems there's something we can help with."

Himesaka Noai complained: "Fujimaru Ritsuka really holds a grudge, and her sister is as easy to deal with as ever."

Miyako Hoshino scratched her scalp with an embarrassed expression.

Hassan of the Cursed Arms said, "Yes, I'll be frank. An old man from the mountains has been captured by the enemy. If it were any other old man from the mountains, we wouldn't have to worry, as they would commit suicide the moment they were captured. But this time, the old man from the mountains is young and has a troublesome constitution that prevents her from committing suicide. If we don't rescue her, she might leak our information sooner or later."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces said solemnly, "But the fortress where that man is being held is the fortress of the Round Table. It is extremely difficult to capture. We have tried to invade with a small number of elite troops, but no one has returned yet..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka took on the task with alacrity: "Okay, leave it to us!"

Hassan snorted coldly, his expression gradually softening.

Humph, you decided without even saying anything?!"]

[The unconscious Bedivere remains in West Village as a hostage, Arash is responsible for protecting the village, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, Hassan the Hundred Faces, and others set out on the road to the Round Table Fortress to search for Hassan.]

In the vast, cloudless desert, a dry, gusty wind blew relentlessly. A beautiful monk in revealing robes knelt by a deserted lake, wailing mournfully, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! Help! Can someone come and help me?"

[The pitch-black dragon flapped its wings, hovered above Sanzang's head, and spewed scorching flames at him.]

Sanzang released a golden magical barrier from his body, shielding himself from the dragon's breath. He sobbed and muttered to himself, "Wuwu, sobbing... So scary... So scary... Why... Do you only attack me when I'm weak...? I clearly didn't do anything... Ah, I'm wrong. I did monopolize the water source for a while... But I clearly left some for the animals in the wilderness... Wuwu... Wuwa..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others followed the sound and saw Sanzo crying in the dragon's breath. Mashu said in surprise: "...A woman of unknown origin is crying... What should we do, senior?"

[Fujimaru Ritsuka waves to Sanzang and says, "Are you okay?"]

Sanzang has fallen into his own world, muttering to himself, "Sob... I hate it... I always... encounter this kind of thing... Not only does one person manifest, but even the Bodhisattva's voice can't be heard... Sob... Plus, becoming a spirit is disgusting, so I don't really want to do it... Woohoo... Woohoo... All this is because... I wish Wukong and the others hadn't been given a day off!"

"Wukong?"

"No way?"