Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

"Oh, of course I know!"

Mordred's relaxed mind tensed up again, and he revealed his usual arrogant smile.

Yes, it is my father right in front of me. Is there anything more joyful than this?

All my previous dissatisfaction, grievances, and anger vanished the moment I actually met him.

She, who had complained when Lion's Robbery mentioned it before, now looked as excited as a child.

"Aha!"

Swords were drawn against each other.

It seems that it didn't happen outside of that period.

But this time Mordred wasn't as emotionally extreme as before.

"Bang!"

The sword was deflected, the defense was exploited, and in the repeated clashes, the holy sword's edge touched itself time and again.

So strong

Father is indeed very strong when he gets serious!

Even though she was at a disadvantage, she was still captivated and impressed by her opponent's strength.

The beautiful faces reflected in the mirror made Mordred nostalgic for the past.

Still like this

He could not see the slightest hatred or resentment in his father's eyes.

All that remains is an indifference to everything.

Even though she had brought about her own downfall, the fact that her father could see things this way truly broke her heart.

"Father!"

Want to know

What expectations did the other side have when they entered this war?

He struggled to push aside the holy sword, then raised his own king's sword high and thrust it forward.

I really want to ask, and I also want to know my father's current philosophy.

If it is still the same, she wants to give it a reply.

I will take her place and pull out the King's Sword!

The destiny of Britain is to be inherited by her!

Yes

Why did she ever want to become "king"?

Mordred's initial inability to understand this may have stemmed from her longing for the title of "King" and her "joy" at knowing her own identity.

As Artoria's knight and her "son," what could be more exhilarating for Mordred?

Isn't it natural for a "son" to inherit from and surpass his "father"?

Unfortunately, she did not receive the "recognition" she had imagined.

After revealing his identity, he was met with silence.

To Mordred at the time, that was undoubtedly a "rejection".

That's why she went that crazy.

Even upon their reunion, Mordred was still only pouring out feelings from the past.

Like a child "venting".

"Clang!!"

The scene where the sword was deflected by Artoria's "sheath" made Mordred's eyes widen.

"That is?!"

Mordred wouldn't be mistaken; as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, he knew exactly what it was.

But how could something that had been lost long ago reappear in the hands of this father?

"Crack!"

In that moment of distraction, Artoria had already drawn back her holy sword and unleashed a slash.

"Pfft!"

The marks from the cut armor were visible, signifying the outcome of the battle.

"!"

Realizing he had been hit, Mordred looked somewhat dejected.

He was beheaded by his father again.

But for some reason, there was no anger or hatred at all.

Instead, it was full of regrets.

"?"

But it wasn't until her body was thrown backward by inertia that she realized she wasn't injured; there was only a horrifying gash cut into her armor.

"for"

"You've grown a lot since then, Mordred."

Before she could ask for the reason, Artoria's words interrupted her.

My pupils swayed, and my heart was churning.

“As enemies with opposing stances, I have every right to kill you.”

Looking at Mordred before her, Artoria sheathed her sword, holding it in only one hand.

How did Artoria react to Mordred's appearance?

To be honest, even she herself might not quite "understand" this.

Back then, everyone was busy with the "King's" career, so they had no time to care about Mordred, this "son" who suddenly appeared.

Rather, because of what happened in Britain, she didn't even consider the other party's existence.

Britain already had many problems to deal with, and Mordred was making a ruckus, so she didn't have time to pay attention to her.

Well, that "tragedy" happened afterward, but Artoria never hated her.

After all, Britain's fate was already sealed.

Now, without the burden of being a "king" or the mission of continuing prosperity, Artoria is finally able to face Mordred as a normal person.

To put it simply, it means that once you've finished your "work," you can finally focus on your "family."

"Well"

Mordred felt inexplicably nervous as he could feel the direct, scrutinizing gaze.

This was the first time she had ever seen her father look at her like that.

It was no longer that indifferent attitude, but a serious scrutiny.

"Aaaaaah!! What are you trying to do?!"

"I can't stand being stared at like this anymore," Mordred shouted, her face flushed.

Please! You might as well just grab a sword and charge at me!

That way I'd be more accepting. If you suddenly become so gentle, I'd really be more receptive.

"Relax, I'm not a king now, I'm just an ordinary Saber, Artoria."

There is no need to dwell on such a heavy past.

Seeing Mordred's discomfort, Artoria simply chuckled and informed her.

"!"

Upon hearing these words, Mordred was stunned.

This was the first time she had ever seen her father so at ease.

In the past, every time I saw the other person, I always remembered them in that perfect image.

Such a appearance is truly rare.

"Well!"

Tell me, Father!

"Do you still want to save Britain from its doom?!"

After making a firm decision, Mordred opened her mouth and asked loudly.

Although her father seemed to have changed a lot, she still cared about what he thought.