My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 388 Mordred and the King She Rebellied

"Block the wind from all directions with walls and close the doors from all directions."

"Start from the crown and keep circulating on the three-way road leading to the kingdom!"

As Shuo Yue expected, not only him, but the other Masters all chose to initiate the summons at the same time.

Perhaps, this is the fate of the collision between them.

"——I swear here that I am the one who accomplishes all the good in the world, and I am the one who does all the evil in the world."

In the royal palace of Mirennia Castle, the three members of the Thousand World Tree suddenly stopped singing, leaving only one master wearing glasses who accurately counted the opening and announced the next two verses.

"Yet you should cover your eyes in chaos. You are the one imprisoned by the threshold of madness. I am the one who controls its chains."

An additional chant for the madness. From this, it can be determined that the Servant he summons will more or less fall into madness.

Under the eager gazes of Danik and Vlad III, the Masters took a deep breath, endured the discomfort of having their internal organs played with, and used their wishes as an opportunity to have a dialogue with the supreme being engraved in myths and legends.

The summons, the last section is left.

In the Souma family in the Far East; in the cemetery of Stavropoleos Church; and among the kings of Mirenia Castle, all the Masters suppressed the surging emotions in their hearts and shouted for the arrival of 'them'.

"——You who are surrounded by the three great speaking spirits for seven days, come from the Wheel of Suppression, guardian of the scales!"

The dim king room suddenly became as bright as day, and a strong wind that traveled through time and space swept across it. The artificial people hurriedly curled up, while Lancer, Darnic, and a man wearing a gold mask were bathing in it like a cool breeze.

So, "they" appeared on earth.

Dazzling light emitted from the complex and exquisitely woven magic array. In an instant, miracles materialized, heroes who took people's fantasies as their bodies and reached the realm between humans and inhumans.

The storm calmed down, and the blinding light slowly faded. Afterwards, four figures appeared in the magic circle.

One of them is a slender girl wearing a white dress. She holds a huge stick (mace) in her hand. Looking around with ethereal eyes.

The other person is a gorgeously dressed androgynous boy. Among the four, he was the only one who stared at the Master who summoned him with a smile on his face.

There was another person, a young man holding a bow and arrow. Wearing a grass-colored cloak, he was kneeling on one knee and prostrated himself on the ground.

The last person next was a young man covered in bright armor and with a big sword on his back. Silver-gray hair swaying in the breeze.

"Oh oh..."

Someone sighed. Even Danik was dazzled by this majestic appearance. Then, all the Servants announced the first words in unison. The tragic Holy Grail War between seven Servants and seven Servants - words to open the curtain of the war.

"We, the 'Black' Servant, are here to visit at the invitation of the summons."

"Our destiny is with the Thousand World Tree (Yggdmillennia), and our sword is the sword of all kings!"

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In the carefully selected cemetery, Lion Tribulation also successfully summoned the Servant.

"——So, you are my Master?"

The short knight whose whole body was covered with steel asked. Even through the helmet, the transparent sound was still clearly conveyed. Lion Jie nodded and stretched out his hand.

"My name is Lion Jie Jie Li. I am your Master, please take good care of me."

"...Is this a cemetery? You really summoned me in an annoying place."

The outstretched hand was ignored. Lion Jie scratched his head and argued:

"Yeah, even if you say so... no matter what, this is like my home court to me."

"Were you born in a cemetery?"

"I spent my boyhood with corpses."

Having said this, the knight nodded to express his understanding.

"So, you are a necromancer?"

"Correct answer. So, you are Saber, right?"

Looking at the sword in the knight's hand, Lion Jie asked.

"Isn't that nonsense? If you can think of me as Caster or Assassin, there must be something seriously wrong with your eyes and brain."

...There seems to be such an assassin in the world.

"Is it possible that I drew an idiot Master?"

"No, no, you have drawn the best Master, Saber. I, Shishi Jie Jieli, pride myself on being a first-level master worthy of being your master."

"Hmph... I don't know if it's all about words."

"Let's get down to business, Saber. First of all, can you tell me your real name?...By the way, why can't I see part of your status even though I'm the Master?"

Usually, a Master can gain some level of intelligence when he comes face to face with a Servant. Status such as physical strength, endurance, etc., as well as valuable data such as skills. This is a very valuable treasure in strategy formulation.

Therefore, the first thing Masters confirm is naturally the Servant they summoned. Only by understanding their various indicators can we refine strategies on how to fight.

Yes, although the knight in front of me can confirm the basic parameters, the unique skills and Noble Phantasm data of the Heroic Spirit's personality are all blocked and cannot be read.

"It's probably because of this helmet. I'll take it off now."

As soon as Saber finished speaking, the helmet covering her face was disassembled and integrated into the armor. I don't know whether it was because of this overly modern technology or because of the "her" style that was revealed, Shishi Jie was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

"It's a girl...?"

No, maybe he is a young man. In any case, he is a rather childish-looking person. Maybe she was too surprised and accidentally let the words slip, which suddenly made her mood worse. However, Lion Tribulation did not notice this.

"Don't let me hear it a second time."

"What?"

The cold words full of murderous intent brought Lion Jie back to his senses.

"Next time you call me a woman, I can't guarantee that I can control myself."

Saber expressed murderous intent with her glowing eyes. It seems he is serious, Lion Jie muttered instinctively.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll never say it again." Raising his hands, Shishi Jie honestly apologized.

Although Saber's face was twisted with anger, her mood seemed to have improved. She took a deep breath and whispered with a slightly disappointed expression:

"I forgive you. You are not allowed to talk about this topic again in the future, please remember it well."

"OK. So what is your real name--"

When Lion Jie Jieli said this, he had not yet realized what a troublesome servant he had summoned, but tens of seconds later, the girl knight shouted "Hateful to the extreme" and then struck with a sword. The act of shattering the legendary round table fragments and trampling this sacred relic that would probably never be found again allowed Shishi Jie to learn her true name in a different way.

For the Knights of the Round Table, it should be a place for chatting and laughing. Although the Knights of the Round Table eventually became antagonistic, that was not their intention.

Since I have such hatred for this round table, then——

Her real name, Shishi Jie, immediately came to mind. If there is any knight who hates the Round Table so much, it must be the only Knight of the Round Table who clearly betrayed the King of Knights.

"Saber. Could your real name be 'Mordred'?"

Lion Jie's question made Mordred frown slightly. Her real name was guessed due to her actions just now, which made her look a little embarrassed. But she still declared in a resolute tone:

"Exactly. My name is Mordred, and I am the only legitimate heir to the Knight King Arthur Pandoragon."

"...Didn't you betray me?"

Faced with Shishi Jie’s accusation, Saber suddenly blushed and declared:

"Ah, that's right. I did rebel. That king didn't acknowledge my strength until the end. Regardless of swordsmanship or political skills, I can be on an equal footing with the king - no, I should have surpassed her. But, that King Hundan actually refused to let me ascend the throne because of my background."

The cold voice was definitely not because he suppressed his impulse, but rather the opposite. Anger and hatred that could make her whole body tremble were residing in her body.

Her origin - it is said that Mordred was the unfaithful son of King Arthur and his sister Morgan, which is really fatal.

"So I betrayed him and sent him on his way. I wanted to show that king that his rule meant nothing."

That's right. According to legend, it was indeed this Mordred who drove King Arthur to death. Even though his body was penetrated by the holy spear, Mordred still gave King Arthur a fatal blow.

The dying King Arthur threw the holy sword back into the lake and went to Avalon. And this Mordred stopped breathing on Camlan's Hill. Later, only the reputation of the rebellious knight was passed down.

"Huh. In other words, Saber. Is your wish to become a king?"

For Mordred, who was denied the throne, becoming king was undoubtedly a wish she should ask the Holy Grail to fulfill. However, Mordred responded to Lion Jie's words with a stunned tone:

"No, that's wrong. I don't want to use the power of the Holy Grail to become the king. Even if I ascend the throne, my father will never agree. My wish, master, is to allow myself to challenge the chosen sword, that's all. .”

"The Chosen Sword? Is it the sword that King Arthur pulled out in legend?"

Saber nodded. Yes, it is said that when King Arthur was a boy, he pulled out the sword that all the strong men in the country had failed to challenge, thus gaining the qualification to become the king.

If Mordred pulled out that sword, her qualifications to be king would indeed be recognized. However, there is a fatal flaw in her wish.

"——Now, can I ask a question?"

"Say it."

"What if the Holy Grail granted you your wish, but you didn't pull out the sword?"

Yes. If you challenge the sword of choice, there is a chance that you won't be able to pull it out. After all, it was a sword that no man in the country could fulfill his wish for. Even if Mordred, who inherited the blood of King Arthur, could pull it out, it was honestly difficult to make a conclusion.

"You asked a stupid question, Master. There's no way I can't pull it out!"

However, Saber puffed up her chest and asserted. The coercion contained in that voice indeed had a demeanor worthy of a king. Maybe she could pull out the sword easily.

"After all, I am the strongest knight who has surpassed King Arthur!"

Mordred, who declared so confidently, did not know that thousands of miles away, a living Knight of the Round Table was staring at the pure white figure in front of him in trance.

"Let me ask you, are you my Master?"

The knight in white armor announced her arrival with a solemn voice.