[Fate] Box and Servant

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The whole city fell into an ominous silence. After the rain stopped, the water on the road did not recede. Every time I stepped, I could clearly hear my footsteps. The mist seemed to overflow from the ground, floating in the air and covering the sight of the road ahead. .The strong magic turbulence made the ground tremble slightly, and the oxygen in the air gradually thinned out, making it difficult for ordinary humans to breathe.

None of the remaining residents dared to go out, they closed the doors and windows and hid in the house trembling.They also don't know what happened outside, and how this gray fog is different from the previous fog of death.The instinct derived from biology tells them that it is the best choice to be bored at home, so don't be curious to go out of the house.

Arthur and Box ran in the dense fog. Although their sight was blocked, the magic fluctuations flowing in the air were enough to make them head in the right direction.This unusual magical power made Arthur feel very familiar, and the disaster in his memory made him feel a dull pain in his brain.Including the heroic spirits who were just defeated, there are four in total. If the number is not enough, the Lesser Holy Grail will not appear, but the feeling of magic power clearly tells Arthur that this is due to the fluctuation of the Holy Grail.

A little cold sweat broke out on the palms covered with iron armor. Although Pandora City is close to a dead city, there are still human beings who have not left in time. If the source of evil suddenly overflowed like ten years ago, the casualties must be heavy.

This was a scene he didn't want to see.

After running for an unknown amount of time in this gray space, Box suddenly stopped and raised his arms to signal Arthur to stop.Two huge hazes faintly appeared in the dense fog, and the sharp, baby-like cry came, and Box frowned and felt tight.Sure enough, what emerged from the fog was the same corpse as in the Xingyin Palace.

The huge body was supported by countless hands and feet to move, and several weeping faces cried and cried on the veined flesh, and the black and blue liquid overflowing from the eyes and nasal cavity gave off a pungent smell, which spread rapidly in the pool, Blisters continued to bubble up like boiling sludge.

"This is..." Arthur, who had fought against him, immediately called out his long sword, intending to attack.However, the box stopped him and shook his head.

The Balrog let out a soft 'huh', she looked at the monster in front of her, moved her lips but didn't make a sound, as if infected by the corpse monster's cry, she gradually revealed a sad smile.

"Let me come, you go first." The broad-bladed knife appeared in the palm of the hand, the sharp blade cut through the thick fog, and the heat flow swept in, clearing out a clear land.

"Okay." Arthur continued to run forward without hesitation.The ghoul had no intention of attacking him, and all eyes were fixed on the box standing in the distance.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the corpse monster couldn't speak, but kept saying something to his eldest sister with a weeping voice, while the box listened quietly, and the corpse monster stopped crying after a long time, At the same time, countless tentacles sprayed out from the flesh and blood, and rushed towards the box. The box had been prepared for a long time, and after quickly dodging, it rushed towards the corpse monster with a knife.

"Don't worry, I will set you free, my...brothers and sisters."

The knife swung down, and the friction air burst into dazzling sparks.However, this is indeed the best salvation for wights.

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Every distance he ran made Arthur feel more deeply the unusual magic power fluctuations in the air, his heart beat faster, and what appeared in his mind was the desolate scenery ten years ago.A flash of thunder suddenly flashed in the mist, Arthur looked up, and the familiar shout reassured him.When the thunder and lightning faded away, a tall voice slowly appeared in the mist.

Arthur didn't dare to relax his vigilance, holding the holy sword tightly with both hands.The sound of heavy armor came to the ears, and the dark knight appeared in the green pupils.

"Lance... Lotter?" Arthur called out his friend's name in disbelief, but what he responded was a waved attack.The magic-wrapped transparent long sword stably received the "Undestroyed Lake Light" that was not as tough as it was.Arthur resisted with force, because the breath from the black-purple long sword made his face ache, and the gust of wind howled out, wrapping Lancelot's figure around him, giving Arthur time to distance himself.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.Like the hazy armor in the middle of the night, surrounded by a circle of black air visible to the naked eye, it churned and rolled as if responding to the breath from the Holy Grail.

Arthur was no stranger to what his friend looked like now.But he couldn't figure it out. After all, he and Lancelot had a relaxing time not long ago. At that time, Lancelot had a clear mind and didn't look crazy.But now... is it because of the Holy Grail?

Arthur couldn't figure it out, so he could only attribute everything to the source of evil.He let out a long sigh, the murderous aura emanating from the Berserker, who was temporarily trapped by the magic of the wind in front of him, was no joke, he must not be defeated here.

The wind dissipated, and the berserker who had lost his restraint stretched out, roared and attacked Arthur again. Just when Arthur was concentrating on repelling Lancelot with one blow, a dazzling red light hit him in vain. Under the ground, the concrete floor was like a mirror, and the cracks spread layer by layer. Before Arthur could recover from his surprise, he got the red light and slashed at Lancelot again.

The dense fog was blown away, and a figure covered in iron armor like Lancelot appeared in front of Arthur.The other party is not tall, it can be said that it is a bit petite, and the armor with red lines is the bloodstain that Arthur will never forget in his life.

'Crack——' The dark iron armor split apart, revealing Lancelot's appearance.Sharp teeth and irrational pupils, blue veins burst out, and the corners of the mouth were split.

"It's so sad, old friend." Mordred sighed, and at the same time, for some reason, Lancelot suddenly turned into a spirit body and disappeared from sight, and there was no fluctuation of his magic power in the air.Mordred didn't care, she turned around, the helmet seemed to melt away from side to side, and the blond hair and blue eyes inherited from Arthur's blood appeared in front of Arthur's eyes.

"... Mordred."

"Father." Mordred bowed his head and saluted, both his movements and his tone of voice were so dignified that it surprised Tohsaka Rin.This is the Mordred that Tohsaka Rin has never seen, or she doesn't have time to understand what kind of person Mordred is.

For King Arthur, her biological father, Mordred had always respected and looked forward to him so much, and his courtesy was never low. Even if Arthur stood on a high battlement, she would salute him from a low place.

"What a terrible reunion." Arthur frowned and paused for a long time before slowly spitting out the stagnation from the tip of his nose.

"I didn't expect to meet my father again." Mordred lowered his eyes, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "When I followed the master and saw you in the distance, I really felt that it was another time. It was a prank planned by my mother."

"Why did you appear?" The seven servants, Arthur, had already learned that Mordred's appearance was a huge accident, and even Weber had never told him about it.

"I'm the eighth, the eighth you don't know—avenger." Mordred stood up straight, shook his head, swayed his high ponytail, and said helplessly: "The one who summoned me The holy relic is Queen Guinevere's round table, plus this title... Ah, the Holy Grail really likes to mock people, doesn't it, my father."

"Avenger..." Arthur sighed, his only child would reunite with him in the Holy Grail War in this capacity, and the sword in his hand would definitely swing at him again.He still can't understand why Mordred hates him so much, but Arthur can't ask, he can only remove the magic on the holy sword, straighten his waist and hold the sword in both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Then... …Let’s fight again, Mordred.”

Mordred's expression was a little dazed after hearing this, and the blue eyes seemed to be moist because of the mist. She tilted her head, and the hand holding the sword hilt loosened and tightened, and it took a while before she felt sad. Said: "Okay...just as I want."

Excalibur is the holy sword that represents the brilliance of the Knight King, and is a blessing given by the beautiful lake elf. Clarent is the long sword that represents the succession to the throne of the Knight King. The dazzling light and the blessing of victory are its bright sword body, but because of Mordred's snatching, it lost the brilliance it should have.

The two swords traveled through time and space, life and death, and the flames and sounds from the collision again hurt the sword-holder's heart all the time.Mordred perfectly inherited Arthur's excellent fighting bloodline, similar magic and heroic and powerful swordsmanship made Arthur have to sigh in his heart.

For some unknown reason, Arthur and Mordred seemed to have made an agreement a long time ago. Neither of them used the Noble Phantasm, but fought each other with the most primitive swordsmanship and magic power.Although Mordred was petite, Arthur felt pain in his arm every time he swung the sword.Not only using magic power to strengthen his own muscles, but years of training has also made the body hidden under the armor contain a force that cannot be ignored.

No one will be strong enough to rival from birth. King Lot cannot tolerate the existence of Mordred, and Queen Morgos's beautiful eyes are the deep sea that Mordred cannot see clearly.No one taught Mordred how to be a knight, so she trained herself since she was a child.Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain or shine, Mordred has never stopped training himself.I don't know how many iron swords have been broken, and I don't know how many times the wound on the palm of my hand has scarred.

When she was a teenager, she fought with water-seeking beasts with a sword, slashed and killed inhuman robbers, and protected countless people.

But no one would care about this, about an unknown knight who had never shown his true face, was short and was pushed aside by his own brothers.

Clarent found a flaw, and the sword moved sideways, cutting Arthur's waist and abdomen. Unfortunately, Arthur dodged in time, and the wound was not deep. Instead, he was hit hard in the abdomen by Arthur, and flew back more than ten meters.

Mordred stood up staggeringly, spat out a mouthful of blood, looked proudly at Arthur's bleeding wound, and said, "Hey, father is still so hard to beat."

"You... are still so strong." Arthur brushed his palm over the wound, restrained himself a little, and said calmly: "Your sword skills and magic are perfectly combined, you are really anxious on the hill of Kamran what?"

"Ah... that's right." Mordred shrugged indifferently, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and a strand of gold stuck to it, and said, "I was very angry at that time, and I didn't want to see my father die. The act of passing the throne to me... made me so angry that I forgot how to wield a sword, or...forgot the code of a person. What a curse, a curse that has been with me since I was born."

"Avenger... Holy Grail... Mordred, what is your wish? Go back to the past and become the king of Camelot?" Arthur asked sadly, "You...do you really hate me so much?"

"I asked you this question before, and then you told me that I don't have the capacity to become a king. I don't understand." Mordred shook his head, his voice trembling, and said, "What is capacity?! Shouldn’t you be strong as a king? You should know what happened to your father, Uther? Father, didn’t you really irritate me with a high-sounding word before you died? Measure, measure, measure, measure... Do you know me? You are the only one who will accompany me forward in my life?! If you deny me, I will..." The red thunder and lightning flashed, and hit the holy sword in the blink of an eye. The current crackled and reflected Maud The tears in the corners of Reid's eyes were like tears of blood, and the sorrow that never faded overflowed from those pale lips, "Why should I be born by my mother?"

The thunder light burst out from the clarent sword like a crack, cut through the thick fog, drove away the fluctuation of the magic power of the Holy Grail, and brought a more sad and ominous atmosphere.

"Clarent Blood Arthur—!!"

The blow with all its strength was accompanied by the heart-piercing roar of the girl. King Arthur was swallowed by the child's furious thunder. When there was only an unknown blood in front of his sight, when Mordred thought he had defeated King Arthur, a dazzling light pierced through Come out, break through the furious thunder.

If ten years ago, the master was Emiya Kiritsugu's Saber, then Saber would have been seriously injured by this blow, and if he didn't have to resist the Tojo Noble Phantasm, perhaps he would have been defeated by this move.However, now his master is not a human being, but a Balrog with endless magic power, and the strength of the servant will vary with the master itself.

The silver armor was damaged a lot, and the tiger's mouth was cracked.But none of them could seriously injure Arthur. He lowered his sword-raised hands, exhaled slowly, and said, "Clarent Blood Arthur... is really obsessed."

"Are you mocking this name, ahahahaha..." Regarding the fact that his attack failed to take Arthur's life, Mordred laughed, his body shook a little, and said, "I don't know why It would be this name, probably the evil taste of the Holy Grail. Even if I become a Heroic Spirit after my death, I will not be able to get out of the haze of killing my father and betraying my son... Ah, but this is also true."

"Modred, what is your wish?" Arthur wanted to have a good talk with Mordred, and asked this question again, but Mordred showed an extremely helpless expression.

"Is it so important, father?"

"Answer me, Mordred."

Mordred didn't answer Arthur, but attacked him again with his sword. Clarent shone with a tear-like mournful luster, and Mordred's shots were all aimed at Arthur's vitals, and he was blocked again and again, and Arthur was forced to counterattack again and again.

But when Arthur fought back against Mordred, the unimaginable happened.

Excalibur penetrated Mordred's armor and body without hindrance, and the blood slid down the blade, dripping into the cracks in the ground.

"Mordred...?!" Arthur's roar made Mordred raise his face, and the girl who always thought of herself as a man narrowed her blue eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Excalibur hurts more than Ron." Mordred laughed, this smile was a relaxed and happy one that Arthur had never seen, after she got used to the pain, she said softly: "My wish? ...not to raise the sword to you, father again. But... I want to have a chance, a chance for me to prove myself. I want to use my own strength to draw the sword in the stone and prove that I can become a qualified The king of the king... In this way, father, you will recognize me, right? No one will show contempt for me, and Gao Wen and the others will accommodate me... Ah, what a... stupid obsession."

Mordred wore the armor called 'Hidden Infidelity' all his life and dissipated together with King Arthur's holy sword. The girl who never appeared in front of Arthur's eyes was thinner and sadder than expected.In her life like this, she has never breathed a truly sober and refreshing air, and the world she sees from the mask is so narrow.For the first time, she completely removed everything, including the armor she had equipped in her heart... The indescribable ease made her feel satisfied.

Arthur quickly caught Mordred's fallen body. This was the first time he hugged his child. The blood gushing from the wound soaked his silver armor. His hands trembled slightly, and his blue pupils were full It's flustered.

"Mordred..."

"This is the first time that I'm so close to my father." Mordred said contentedly: "Although I'm sorry for my lovely master, this can be regarded as the fulfillment of my long-cherished wish... It's so good, it turns out that father's embrace is so Warm. Even if you don't want to admit that I am your child... that's enough."

"You are my child, Mordred, you are my only daughter." Tears fell from the corners of King Arthur's eyes, dripping onto her daughter's pale face and the sword marks on her chest.Words of remorse were not enough to express his heartache, and what he tremblingly held was a hand he had never shaken before.The hand that should have been white and flawless, soft and smooth... has become extremely rough in pursuit of his biological father, and even the Holy Grail cannot erase the scars on it.

"What stupid things are you talking about, Father?" Mordred's body floated a little bit of starlight, gradually becoming transparent, and the weight in Arthur's arms became as light as a feather, and finally the girl showed a somewhat naughty smile , said rudely: "I'm a man."

King Arthur killed his only child again, but his child smiled contentedly in his arms.The relief he didn't understand, the action he didn't understand...Why didn't he dodge, why wait for his long sword to penetrate his heart?

What Arthur didn't understand was... why Mordred didn't hate himself in the end.On the hill of Kamran, she is like a thunder rumbling in the sky, violent and sad.He thought that Mordred's willingness to participate in the Holy Grail was to fight him again, thinking that...

[Arthur, what you think is wrong, you don't understand people's hearts at all. ]

A voice, which Arthur seemed to have heard but felt strange and wanted to resist, suddenly appeared in his brain, and his blue pupils suddenly became as sinking as a pool of death, without any fluctuation.

Black viscous liquid overflowed from the cracks in the ground, submerged Arthur's kneeling legs little by little, stretched out a small suction cup like a creeper, and climbed onto Arthur's handsome face.

[You have never understood the pain that Mordred has experienced, and you have never asked about it. All you are doing is constantly hurting Mordred, your child. ]

"No... I think..."

[quibble. ]

The voice interrupted Arthur's rebuttal. His vision was like a revolving lantern, countless brilliance continued to rotate, and finally stopped at one place. Arthur saw a small child.

The same blond hair and blue eyes, and similar eyebrows and eyes.

The child has not yet reached the age where she needs a mask to cover her face, but she already holds a poorly made wooden sword in her hand.The handle has not been polished carefully, it is very rough, and it is very rough, and the delicate palms of young children are full of small scars.

The boy was called Mordred.

Accompanied by Mordred's growing up from birth is inexplicable loneliness, countless cold eyes and ridicule, a mask that can never be taken off and the armor called infidelity.

Morgoth never gave his children enough love, and what Mordred instilled was far from 'love'.King Lot could not tolerate the existence of this crime, and his half-brothers were even more unwilling to say a word to Mordred.

Even his true gender is hidden under Morgoth's almost playful ambition.

Can't take off the mask and can't reveal the real face, Mordred, you are my son, you will defeat King Arthur and become the king of Camelot.

When Morgoth said this, what Mordred cared about was not the words that he would become king, but... her biological father.

Arthur Pendragon.

Mordred, who had nothing, pinned all her hopes on her sword. When she learned that King Arthur was her father, she felt her blood was boiling, and she trembled with joy.

That being the case, she has to work harder!Become an outstanding and powerful knight, be able to overcome obstacles for your father, and make your father proud of yourself!

However, when Mordred became a knight under King Arthur, Arthur was reluctant to talk to her.Mordred didn't know why, but when the old story about Arthur and Morgos was heard in the palace, she understood that her existence might be a filthy sin to Arthur.

She was not a child born of love. King Arthur didn't love her, and she could accept it. After all, Mordred couldn't understand what kind of existence her mother was.

One day, King Arthur ordered Mordred to take off his helmet to reveal his true face.Mordred hesitated, but he was overjoyed in his heart. Could it be that his father was going to admit him?So want to see how she looks very similar to her father?

Mordred, who forgot her mother's instructions, showed her true side in front of King Arthur, but before she could appreciate the long-lost fresh air, what caught her eyes was King Arthur's furious expression.

"Sins."

After King Arthur finished speaking, he turned and left, the sound of boots stepping on the ground broke Mordred's heart.

Mordred will always be at the bottom of the round table, no matter how proficient she is in battle or how proficient in swordsmanship she is.Mordred will never be able to get close to his biological father, and everyone will regard her as a life that should not exist.

Mordred, who longed for Arthur, heard the cruel words of his biological father who refused to admit that she was his son. She would never become Arthur's real child, even if her life originated from him.

The stronger Mordred questioned King Arthur, but the answer he got was a sharp knife that pierced her body.

[You are the child of me and my sister, but I cannot admit that you are my crown prince. ]

[You are not suitable to be a knight, give up, Mordred. ]

[Why don't you go back to King Lot? ]

[Stand back, Mordred. ]

Countless times, countless times, countless times...until Mordred gave up asking.

Rumors spread in the palace that Mordred brazenly asked King Arthur to make her the crown prince. The colleagues who could laugh with her looked at her with contempt, and Queen Guinevere even regarded her as a maggot in the mud. .

Even his good friend Lancelot showed an apologetic expression, standing far away unwilling to be by her side.

Why is this happening?

Mordred didn't understand, she clenched the hilt of the sword at her waist, and cried bitterly inside the armor.

Why did her biological father treat her like this, why did everyone exclude her.

Is she doing something wrong?

The young Mordred has not yet understood the horror of the human heart, and only questioned himself and the Lord who has never spoken.

These words of doubt that seemed to overflow from the wound in his heart made Arthur feel unbearable heartache. The black mud had wrapped him carefully, and the broken silver armor was gradually stained with the color of night.

[Why is it so right, my father Arthur! ]

"Why? Mordred... I am for you."

Arthur's original intention was very simple. When he saw the appearance of a girl hidden under the armor, he felt indescribably depressed.He didn't want to see his daughter's life ruined because of Morgoth. He thought that Mordred would retreat in spite of the difficulties.Then he would have the chance to tell Mordred her true gender and watch his only child live a normal life.

But he didn't expect that his behavior would become the cruelty that caused Mordred to collapse.

The setting sun splattered blood, and Mordred's heart-piercing roar echoed on the crimson hill of Camlann. When Arthur said that Mordred did not have the capacity to be a king, Mordred really wanted to do it himself. Kill Arthur.

However... it was Mordred who was actually killed.

and many more……

Ah, Arthur remembered, the child's expression at that time... and the hesitation when he attacked, he should have died on the hill of Kamran.

"Lord, what the hell have I done...!"

[You killed your own children, twice.You pushed your own children into the abyss, you ruined Mordred.You made Mordred a villain spurned by future generations, but you have become a supreme hero. ]

"To shut up……!"

[Arthur Pendolagon, you have never understood the human heart, let alone Camelot, even your own child was destroyed in your hands.Your momentary distraction made her appear in this world, but you never gave her any warmth.Listen to what you say, ah, it's cruel, it's cruel. ]

"I did wrong."

[Yeah, irreparable mistake.Hear one last time, Mordred's weeping voice. ]

The helmet slipped off, and Mordred, who was pierced by the spear, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked deeply at his father, Arthur Pendragon, with blood-covered eyes.

"Why... even you are unwilling to give me a love? My... longing... my father...!"

She fell powerlessly but raised her hand, but her hand could not touch her father, as always... an existence that could never be touched.

"Father."

The child's last call pierced Arthur's eardrum, blood dripped from the earlobe, black mud poured in, and the infinite darkness occupied Arthur's sight.

[Hate yourself, degenerate.Then, be my sword.Arthur Pendragon, do not raise your holy sword against me again. ]

The strange voice disappeared, and Arthur's own will disappeared at the same time.

On a tall building not far away, the girl in red lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand. Tears fell on it but couldn't wash away the traces that hadn't faded away.

Rin Tohsaka's servant was an accident. She knew that she was not qualified to compete for the Holy Grail, so she kept hiding behind El-Melloi II and did not take the initiative to attack. Avenger was even more of a huge surprise, she never expected that she would be able to congenial with the unsightly villain in the history books.

How cruel isn't it?

Tohsaka Rin cried out, but the short time she got along made her love this straightforward and rude servant very much.Mordred told her a lot about himself and what his wish was.When hearing Tohsaka Rin talk about the Holy Grail, Mordred did not force her to take part in the battle seriously.

Only at the end, Mordred asked Tohsaka Rin to allow her to fight Arthur.

"This idiot..."

The girl's weeping sound was swallowed by a deafening sound, Tohsaka Rin raised his head suddenly, and what he saw in his blurred eyes was the coming of darkness.

The rider drove the ox cart to a stop in mid-air, the surrounding fog quickly faded, and what appeared in front of him was what Weber least wanted to see.

Holy Grail.

The author has something to say: I have been stuck for so many days...I especially want to write about Mordred, so I want to write too much, and I am afraid that the rhythm will not be well grasped.It took four drafts to barely pass... Well, I really like Mordred in FA.

There is a reference to the Eternal King here, and Guinevere is still "Legend of King Arthur" by Tennyson. (I smacked Guinevere faintly again).

Then the next chapter is probably going to get stuck again... Because it is about the battle between Sakura and the Holy Grail's own will and the fight between the couple, ORZ why I always write difficult plots.

When I have a chance, I will talk a little bit about what happened four times in the updated chapter. The author has something to say. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether I know it or not...

Although the update is two or three days late, but the word count is full, and I am raging to read the message to get back blood, roll over.