"Finally, a Servant who looks relatively normal has arrived!"
Jeanne [Alter] rubbed her hands together, looking just like a player who had pulled an SSR.
"Saber, I am your Master!"
"Oh." Mordred replied coldly.
"..."
"Why are you so cold!"
Jeanne [Alter] looked at Ian with a face full of grievance. She pointed at Mordred, shaking her hand up and down.
"Hey, look at them, one after another!"
"So noisy."
Mordred, clad in armor, stared at Jeanne [Alter].
"You don't have that scent on you."
"Scent?"
"Mn..." Mordred's gaze swept over the people present. "Clearly, Father's scent is right here."
"If it's not you—"
The girl swordsman's gaze shifted from Jeanne [Alter] to Kiyohime.
"Is it you?"
Approaching Kiyohime like a puppy, Mordred's nose twitched, looking just like she was searching for a specific smell.
Of course.
Kiyohime did not like such behavior.
"Although it seems you and I should be friends, but..."
The young girl pressed her hand against Mordred's approaching cheek.
"Please keep your distance."
"You make me feel somewhat offended."
"Not you either—"
Mordred flung Kiyohime's hand away.
Her gaze also fell upon the only man who had shown no reaction so far.
"Then, you're the only one left!"
The girl walked over step by step.
That figure filled with determination made Jeanne [Alter] feel a bit creeped out inside. She could feel that this Saber she summoned seemed to be coming for something specific.
And Kiyohime shared this feeling.
She was seen shuffling with small steps, inching closer to Jeanne [Alter]'s side.
"Master, please allow me to take action against this fellow."
"What did you call me?"
"Master—"
"If you didn't hear clearly this time..." Kiyohime said with a smile, "Then it is probably because you indeed have some physical defect."
Polite yet sarcastic.
Kiyohime's tongue stung Jeanne [Alter] as always.
"Why admit I'm the Master so suddenly?"
"Hehehe..."
Kiyohime took out her fan, half-covering her face.
"That is naturally because if there is truly some relationship behind this Saber that we haven't anticipated, then—"
"At that time, please admit that everything was your idea."
"The true Master and I will definitely remember your kindness."
"Huh?"
Jeanne [Alter] froze for a moment.
"Hey! Isn't that just making me the scapegoat?!"
On the other side.
Under Ian's gaze, Mordred walked step by step up to him.
Only...
Before she could sniff the scent on him like she did with Kiyohime, Mordred revealed an excited expression.
"That's right!"
"It's this!"
A silver blade appeared in Mordred's hand in an instant.
"Come, draw your sword!"
"This time, I will absolutely defeat you!"
In a certain sense—
If Jeanne [Alter]'s initial wish was to summon a warrior capable of slaughtering dragons, then Mordred fit this condition in a bizarre way.
Killed the dragon, and died together with the dragon.
And once it involves the echo of [Pain], Mordred's suitability rises another level.
But compared to this wish, perhaps there is a better explanation.
That is [Slaanesh Avalon].
That is an existence obtained by deconstructing Artoria's holy sword scabbard and then reorganizing it through Slaanesh Sublimation.
In other words, it can also belong to a facet of [Avalon].
For Mordred, such a thing can naturally be treated as a symbol of Artoria.
In other words—
She cannot stand seeing this thing in someone else's hands.
"Mordred, are you serious?" The man confirmed the girl swordsman's thoughts once again.
"Of course I am serious—"
"No, wait, you guys!"
Seeing the summoned Servant turn around and initiate a duel with Ian, Jeanne [Alter] naturally couldn't just watch.
But Kiyohime stopped her at this moment.
"Don't be noisy, you idiot."
"Who's an idiot!" Jeanne [Alter] retorted, "Don't look down on people!"
"But..."
"You really can't see that he wants to accept this duel, can you?"
"What?"
Just as Kiyohime said, after confirming that Mordred indeed had the will to fight, Ian directly manifested the [Sword of Slaanesh].
Wicked black breath constantly emerged from the blade, as if proving its own life.
"Come."
The man said only this one simple word, directly lifting the curtain on this battle.
"I feel like I'm being looked down upon!"
"Then I won't give you the right to run away!"
Mordred gripped the silver sword tightly with both hands, somewhat angry.
"Haa—"
With one step, the girl swordsman rushed straight up.
"Hey, she really attacked!"
Jeanne [Alter] looked at Kiyohime who was blocking her, speaking anxiously with a few tremors in her voice.
"Hehehe..."
"That is why you have no way to become my Master."
"Can you not feel it—"
Kiyohime looked at the man who remained unhurried while facing Mordred's charge.
She didn't feel Jeanne [Alter] was unsuitable to be her Master without reason; rather, compared to her, that man had a much more powerful attraction.
"He has long since seen through such an attack."
"You small fry!"
Mordred performed a jumping cleave, leaping up with sword in hand.
Her fighting style has always been this simple and crude, yet effective.
However—
Mordred saw an unbelievable scene.
Facing this attack flying with brute force, the man just raised his blade and precisely blocked the body of the silver sword.
"Sure enough, a fake is a fake after all—"
"Compared to Artoria, you are still far behind."
"What did you say!"
Mordred instantly became agitated.
"You small fry, I absolutely won't forgive you today!"
One strike.
Two strikes.
Mordred attacked like a raging storm, but every time was blocked by the man in the same way.
"It seems Artoria really cared about you, which is why she was defeated by you—"
"A brat who hasn't mastered her skills."
"What did you say?"
In just a daze, Mordred watched the blade in her hand being flicked into the air.
Whir whir whir.
The silver sword spun several times in the air, finally falling to the ground with a clang.
"One move... insta-kill?"
Jeanne [Alter] watched the scene before her, sucking in a breath of cold air.
Ian's sword was resting right against Mordred's throat like that.
And then—
"Jeanne, pack up, we're setting off."
"This Servant, it seems we can't continue summoning anymore."
"Also, Kiyohime, is there a way to remove this armor of hers?"
"Hehehe..." Kiyohime laughed coldly, "If it's the true Master, of course there's no problem."
"However—"
"Can you tell me the reason?"
"Reason?"
Ian looked at Mordred who hadn't recovered her wits yet. His eyes were no longer the gentle look from just now.
"She dared to draw her sword and huff at people directly—"
"The child Artoria didn't have time to teach well, someone has to teach her, right?"
"Say... will you be tighter than your Father?"
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