"Let go of me, you bastard!"
"Otherwise, I will absolutely make you regret it!"
On the back of a marching giant dragon, Mordred was baring her fangs like a little lion, looking extremely fierce.
However—
If one were to view her from a slightly more distant perspective, one would realize that was not the case at all.
The red and white armor she wore previously was now completely gone.
Those hands that should have been gripping a silver sword were at this moment raised high above her head, imprisoned by some invisible restraint, forced to assume a posture that completely exposed her underarms.
Those legs, which had just been exerting all their strength to jump, were now spread wide to the left and right, forcibly fixed into a symmetrical butterfly shape.
The only part of her that could still be said to retain any dignity now was probably that face, which was extremely similar to Artoria's yet far more impetuous.
That's right.
The current Mordred was no lion, but merely a prey unable to resist.
"Kiyohime is really amazing—"
Recalling the young girl who had sneered while turning Mordred into this state, Ian couldn't help but feel a few extra measures of appreciation.
Just as food requires attention to its presentation.
Kiyohime clearly understood the importance of plating.
She, who understood so well how to arrange people deliciously, would absolutely become his indispensable assistant.
"Let me go!"
"Give me back my armor!"
Mordred's fussing pulled Ian back from his praise of Kiyohime.
"Why should I give it back to you?"
The man's hand patted Mordred's cheek, full of intent to toy with her.
"The duel was initiated by you, right?"
" The defeat was caused by your arrogance, right?"
"Being bound here like this is simply you reaping what you sowed."
"Since you have the courage to point a sword at others, you should have equal resolve to face humiliation."
"Hm? Did you think that in this world, only you are qualified to wield a sword?"
"It's not like that, it's not like that at all!"
Mordred twisted her body; it was evident she wanted to cover Ian's mouth to stop everything the other party was saying.
"I was just—"
"Just looking for Father!"
"I want to prove to her that I am qualified to take over everything in her hands!"
"Oh?"
"Prove it while stark naked like this?" Ian pinched Mordred's face. "And then tell your great Father that you were humiliated like this without any power to resist?"
"That your chastity could be seized anytime and anywhere, and you don't even have the right to refuse?"
"Look into my eyes and answer me—is that it!"
"..."
Mordred was not someone difficult to deal with.
On the contrary, her mind was actually so simple it felt somewhat ridiculous.
With just these few sentences, she who was still fussing just now immediately became unable to say a single word.
"It's not like that..."
"It's absolutely not like that..."
The young girl turned her face away, biting her lip; it looked like she was forcibly enduring the man's humiliation so as not to shed tears on the spot.
Only, what Mordred did not know was that the closer she was to this state of imminent collapse, the more delicious she appeared in his eyes.
Is this the echo of [Pain]?
Interesting, truly interesting!
The man's voice began to become gentle.
"Alright then, I will give you a chance to prove yourself now."
"You indeed possess a shell almost identical to your Father."
"Then—"
"What she has done, you should be able to do as well."
"Things Father has done..."
Mordred seemed to have grasped a sliver of ethereal hope.
"What is that?"
"I'll tell you right now."
The man's hands rested on the left and right of Mordred's knees, which were forced upward.
"Wait a moment—"
"You have no qualification to refuse me, Mordred."
Ian's movements were smooth and flowing, without the slightest pause.
The girl's pupils widened with the intrusion of pain, followed by a heart-rending wail.
"No, this is impossible!"
"How could Father do such a thing!"
"That is... the great Father!"
"I am very sorry, Mordred."
Ian pressed Mordred's legs directly to the sides, and then, amidst the girl's cries, looked straight into her eyes.
"Your Father indeed did such things with me."
"And—"
"She liked it."
"You're lying!" Mordred disregarded the pain. "Father is not that kind of person!"
"Then guess..."
"How did Avalon come into my hands—"
"You don't think..."
"You sensed its aura out of thin air, do you?"
[Slaanesh Avalon] appeared in response.
The black scabbard was reflected in the eyes of the immobilized Mordred—in her eyes, this was the genuine Avalon.
In other words...
Her beloved Father, Artoria, had indeed obediently submitted to him.
She had been conquered.
Watching Mordred's eyes completely break, the man felt immense pleasure in his heart.
At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of the power of [Slaanesh].
To exhaust everything to make one fall completely into [Pain] is, in itself, a form of [Indulgence].
There were no obstacles.
Mordred, having thoroughly lost her ideals, was completely dominated; the girl who originally had some resistance instantly became a plaything.
Even leaving a mark of his visit deep inside her in a humiliating manner, just as he did with Artoria back then, did not restore the high-lights in her eyes in the slightest.
But it had to be admitted—
That sensation, precise to the point of being no different from Artoria's vice-like grip, was truly astonishing.
The magical creation of the Fairy Consort is truly breathtaking.
But in any case, this is an excellent, simple vessel.
No matter what, he had to think of a way to repair it and keep her by his side.
"Appraisal complete."
"You and your Father are indeed exactly the same on the inside."
"Is that so?"
Facing what should have been an exciting compliment, Mordred's eyes remained listless.
"Doesn't that prove even more that I am meaningless?"
"No."
"That is the interesting part."
Ian looked at Mordred, who was no longer resisting him at all.
"You don't want to be her substitute, right—"
"Since that Father can no longer be the object of your worship, then worship me from this moment on."
"I will become the one you follow!"
At that moment, infinite magical energy seemed to unfurl behind the man.
Mordred only felt countless tentacles striking towards her.
Consciousness was restored.
The light of the knight she had chased countless times turned into unspeakable darkness.
"I understand."
"New Father, please love me—"
The immobilized girl stuck out her tongue, looking at the man like a puppy.
"Mn, that's a good girl."
The man lowered his head and began to kiss the girl begging for affection.
The vice grip tightened even more without her noticing.
And Jeanne [Alter], who witnessed everything from the back of another giant dragon, only felt her whole body heating up.
She wiped away the trail of saliva that flowed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, complaining with a face full of dissatisfaction.
"The one being punished is clearly me, isn't it..."
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