After being driven away by the Lion King, Mordred immediately found the Enforcement Knight from before and asked where Shirou was.
Then she hurried over without stopping.
Her father's orders were important, but… she couldn't pretend not to notice someone who could wield the "Sword of Promised Victory."
Facing the Enforcement Knight guarding the gate, Mordred said in a muffled voice, "By the King's order, I am here to interrogate the prisoner. Move aside."
Her tone was agitated, not at all like a young girl.
The guarding Enforcement Knight hesitated, "But Sir Tristan said Lord Agravain would come personally to interrogate."
Whoosh!
A red magic surged with an out-of-control tendency; Mordred glared coldly at the Enforcement Knight who contradicted her.
"You mean his order is more worthy of obedience than my father's."
The moment those words came out the Enforcement Knight immediately dropped to his knees, panicked, "I dare not."
"Then get out of the way!", Mordred grew even more impatient.
She was desperate to know whether that person truly had the qualification to use the holy sword that even she couldn't wield.
Shirou inside the cell had a rather strange expression.
He hadn't expected Mordred to also swagger by bluffing.
Then again, it made sense.
Only Shirou's ingrained impression felt that she didn't think much with her head.
In truth Mordred was clever.
During the Fourteen Knight Black-Red War, when she first met Father Amakusa, she saved the Lion King by instinct.
From that one point you could tell she at least planned carefully… her sanity aside.
Click!
The cell door was opened, and with the clinking of armor, a knight in heavy ox-headed plate came before Shirou.
The once radiant, Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword (Clarent), by legend turned into a hated evil sword for its role in ambushing King Arthur, had in her hands become a loathsome cursed blade.
It ought to be a treasured sword that gave off silvery splendor, yet it was stained with red-black blood and its shape had become ugly and twisted.
"Hey, what are you looking at?", Mordred hefted the sword and snapped.
Since she came in till now, this guy's gaze had been fixed on her sword, as if he didn't treat her as anything.
"Sorry… sorry."
Shirou said in a casual tone, "I just didn't expect… how to put it… you'd think I'd see a treasured sword one couldn't put down. But this time the sight is so wicked."
"By saying that, your identity is obvious… the rebellious knight Mordred."
He spoke and spoiled the surprise.
BOOM!
Uncontrolled magic poured into the blade like wielding lightning, cleaving the indestructible iron gate in two.
Actually it was more than that.
The overflowing magic violently exploded inside the cell.
Dust sprayed, smoke curled.
The floor tiles cracked.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Mordred rushed to Shirou and fiercely stabbed the sword at his brow.
Anger so intense it teetered on murderous intent, the runaway magic hard to suppress.
"Say that again and I can't guarantee your head will still be attached!"
"Even if I have the Lion King's protection?"
"Exactly, father can't save you!"
Seeing Mordred losing control, Shirou raised a hand to touch the tip of the Radiant, Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword to move it away from his brow.
It didn't budge.
Fine, he didn't have that strength.
Hearing the commotion, an Enforcement Knight also hurried over.
Seeing Mordred's action, his legs nearly went weak.
"C-calm down, Lady Mordred. H-he the King personally ordered that he not be punished, you… you can't do this!"
Mordred's eyes glowed red behind her unchaste helm; she looked at the Enforcement Knight, "Are you telling me what to do?"
"Pouring your anger onto an unrelated person isn't something a ruler should do, Mordred."
Shirou shifted his head a little to the side.
Although being truly cut through wouldn't actually kill him, he still didn't like having a sword pointed at him.
"Hmph!"
Mordred sneered, "I thought you had more backbone."
Despite saying that, she sheathed the sword and, in an extremely impatient tone, told the Enforcement Knight, "Get out!"
"…Yes!"
The Enforcement Knight left reluctantly, but he'd learned his lesson. He planned to report directly to Lord Agravain afterwards.
"Spit it out."
Mordred then began to question, "Why can you use my father's holy sword?"
"Want to know?"
Shirou watched the cell roof break from Mordred's magic.
Dim light filtered through.
Meaning morning had come.
He smiled slightly and said, "Come a bit closer and I'll tell you quietly."
"…", Mordred didn't move.
"Scared?"
Shirou lifted his eyes and countered, "Looks like the Knights of the Round aren't so great, even I, an unarmed wounded man, you don't dare get close to."
Mordred didn't see where he was wounded, but Tristan had said he'd die within three days.
Calling him a cripple wasn't far off.
And that annoying tone, really grated on people.
With a thud she plunged the sword into the ground.
Mordred threatened him in a violent tone, "If you dare toy with me, you're dead!"
"Of course not, I do have some credibility left."
Shirou, while letting his system observe the sun's starting point to judge the time, spoke in a rather perfunctory tone.
Mordred looked at him.
"Tch!"
Extremely displeased, "Unbelievable that Gawain would be defeated by you. You didn't hold back, did you?"
"After all that fellow was the true Sun Knight Gawain."
Ignoring Little Mordred's thinly veiled sarcasm, Shirou, who was getting closer to her, was honest, "As a Servant summoned, you should know the concept of the Holy Grail War… right?"
"Of course."
Mordred replied naturally, "My father once told us to find the artifact that can grant any wish."
"This grail is a little different from that grail."
Shirou leaned against the wall and patted the side, motioning Mordred to sit and listen.
Little-Mordred cocked her head.
Shirou: "Want to hear it or not? If not, fine."
Mordred: "…"
"You brat!"
In a fury, Mordred sat down leaning against him.
Only then did Shirou continue, "It manifests heroes from myth, history, legend, even fairy tales into reality, seven Servants and battles between mages."
"Cut the crap."
Mordred interrupted impatiently, "I'm here to hear why you can use the 'Sword of Promised Victory,' not to hear stories. Besides, this is the kind of story even Servants know."
"It's because you lack patience that you're not recognized by the King."
"Hmph! That sounds exactly like the truth."
Mordred's mouth curled under the helmet, "I just plain hate you and your nonsense."
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