My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

At this point, Arthur had gained an absolute advantage.

After Makoto Aoki arrived, he put Eriri down, while Mordred was only focused on chasing Arthur and completely ignored Eriri.

There's no need to worry about his Master; Arthur at his peak is simply no match for Mordred.

“King Arthur!” Mordred glared at Arthur with hatred, the similar face overlapping with the King Arthur in her memory. “You always look down on me like this. I am your son, I am your rightful heir. Why, why won’t you acknowledge me—”

Mordred vented all her resentment towards Artoria on the Knight King of the other world, since they were practically identical except for their gender.

“The reason we don’t want to acknowledge you is because you are truly incapable of bearing the responsibilities of a king.” Arthur’s words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

The two sides clashed fiercely, the sound of swords clashing was incredibly dense, and dazzling sparks flew between the blows. Mordred had completely gone mad.

"I can't bear this?" Mordred roared. "King Arthur! Your kingdom is finished! It's already finished!"

"Whether I win or you win—from the very beginning, everything was already destroyed!"

"You knew this would happen! You knew this would happen!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you had given me the throne!"

Mordred's eyes were bloodshot, but she managed to control herself and not let the tears fall.

"Even if the country perishes, you still won't acknowledge me?"

"Do you hate me that much!? Do you hate me for being Morgan's child!?"

This was Mordred's lifelong obsession. She longed for King Arthur but was not recognized by him. All Mordred really wanted was this answer.

Just as she had done at Camlann Hill, she had also questioned Artoria in the same frantic way.

"Answer me... answer me, Arthur!"

Arthur actually understood that Mordred was not questioning him, but rather another female King Arthur who resembled him.

But if she doesn't answer her, she won't be satisfied even if she returns to the Throne of Heroes in defeat.

"I will never pass the throne to you. You are not qualified to be a king. If I were from another world, I would have answered the same way."

Seeing that Mordred was about to go crazy, Arthur continued.

"But I have never hated you."

Arthur said directly, "I have to say, compared to Artoria, Old Sword understands people a bit better."

"What?" Mordred's arrogance vanished instantly.

She had gotten the answer she wanted, but she couldn't believe it: "How is this possible? Why don't you hate me? I am your disgrace, Morgan's child, and the one who killed you!"

Arthur pondered for a moment before giving his answer.

"I'm guessing she probably doesn't know how to face it. After all, I'm a woman in this world, and suddenly having such a big child is just too much..."

"And you yourself know, don't you? Do you really want to become king? Or do you just want to surpass 'me'?"

Mordred froze, instinctively tightening her grip on the sword hilt: "Why wouldn't I want to! I am the rightful heir to King Arthur!"

“However, I feel that you care more about whether you are the heir to King Arthur than about becoming king.”

Arthur's words were piercing to the heart.

It seems Mordred has suffered a devastating blow.

"Of course, I don't quite understand what I think in this world either."

Arthur Pandoragon delivers the fatal blow: "But in my opinion, Mordred, you're adorable, much better than Mordred in my world."

Upon hearing this, the rebellious knight's arrogance vanished, and his fighting spirit plummeted.

"What, what did you say?" Mordred's face turned completely red. "Cute? I'm not cute at all!"

"Do you care that I'm a girl?!" Mordred said deliberately in a fierce tone.

"Because daughters are supposed to be cute," Arthur remarked.

After all, if a daughter rebels, it's considered spoiled; if a son rebels, it's considered unfilial. Arthur would just give him a good beating and wouldn't say anything like that.

Mordred gritted her teeth: "You're not Arthur!"

It would look even more imposing if your cheeks weren't flushed.

Of course, if Artoria had said something cute back then—how could Mordred possibly rebel? He would immediately become King Arthur's most loyal knight!

The true Master, Shishikage Kairi, took a long, splendid drag on his cigarette: "What a terrifying man." He had a feeling that his Servant was about to be lured away by just a few words.

“Alright, alright, I’m not your father.” Arthur smiled slightly, good-naturedly not taking Mordred’s disrespect to heart, a stark contrast to his past image as a kind father who never showed a kind face and would beat his son at the drop of a hat.

“But Mordred, you should understand.”

"You are not King Arthur, nor can you replace King Arthur. Is what you truly pursue really becoming king?"

Perhaps a part of Makoto Aoki's consciousness is also present in this patient guidance, hoping that Mordred can truly find herself.

After all, that's Xiao Mo!

"I……"

Mordred fell into deep thought; perhaps only in front of the old sword could she think a little more calmly.

If it were Artoria, they would only be able to fight each other with swords drawn, with no possibility of reconciliation.

But the old sword is different. Even though both are King Arthur and the two are incredibly similar, Mordred and he ultimately have no direct grudge against each other.

When facing the old sword, Mordred was able to express her thoughts, perhaps reflecting Artoria's choice.

“Every time I close my eyes, I dream about choosing the Sword of Kings, and I keep failing.”

“I think I’m missing something. That’s what I thought before, but now it seems that it’s not that I’m lacking anything, but rather that my starting point is different. To make a complete stranger smile—just for that purpose, my father aspired to become king.”

"Such nobility and selflessness are something I can never reach."

Before the old sword, Mordred finally managed to gather her thoughts and speak her mind.

"Looking back now, I realize that I hated the king, not my father. It was that country and that era that burdened my father with everything, imposing all of it on that person simply through the title of 'king'."

"The reason she was forced to stand on a solitary position was entirely because she was the queen."

"She is hated even though she is not someone who should be hated, because of her status as a queen. Everyone has no consideration and has arbitrarily placed all their dreams, hopes and wishes on her."

"I hate this, but I also want to correct it. Because my father is not someone who should be hated by people."

So it wasn't that she wanted to become king, but rather that she wanted to take her father's place and bear these excessively painful things. But after thinking about it, Mordred still didn't say those words out loud; it would be too embarrassing to say them anyway.

In reality, she wanted to kill everyone present right now.

"Alright, forget what I just said. This is the Holy Grail War. If you want to beat me, come at me fair and square."

Mordred began to change the subject.

"I understand. Let's decide the outcome with this one strike. Go all out, Mordred."

Arthur smiled considerately, as if everything Mordred had just done wasn't meaningless, as long as Mordred could come to her senses.

The blond-haired knight king held his sword to his chest.

"The Noble Phantasm of the King of Knights from Another World, huh? Ha, I never expected such an encounter. I really should witness it." Mordred held his sword in both hands. "Come on, Arthur!"

"I am not the king, but a follower of the king, closely following behind him. For the peace of my king, I will drive away all enemies for him—" After realizing this, Mordred's Noble Phantasm text also changed.

"The thirteen constraints are lifted; the roundtable decision-making process now begins!"

"—Approved. Bedivere, Gareth, Lancelot, Mordred, Galahad." The ethereal and elegant voice rang out again.

Mordred's mouth was agape. Wait, she's right here! Aren't you going to ask her opinion?!

Arthur smiled and said, "This is a battle to save the world."

Mordred also shouted out the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

"Clarent Blood Arthur -"

"Excalibur"

The golden torrent instantly overwhelmed the crimson lightning.

Mordred was extremely dissatisfied.

"I clearly did not agree, I did not agree, this is tyranny—"

A golden torrent swallowed everything.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Finally, the leader and follower of the red team said their goodbyes.

Mordred scratched her head awkwardly, realizing she had left the stage too quickly this time: "I lost."

Shiki Jie Li took a drag of his cigarette: "It's okay, I'm just here to make up the numbers... And after hearing what you said before, I've also thought about what I really want. The Holy Grail can't fulfill my wish."

Shishi Jie Li's wish is to see his adopted daughter smile again.

However, the Holy Grail cannot bring the dead back to life.

Therefore, the wish of the Lion Clan to leave the realm is absolutely impossible to fulfill.

“Although we’ve never actually fought side-by-side, my intuition tells me we should get along very well.” Mordred, carrying his sword, grinned at Shishikage Kairi. “Summon me again next time, and I’ll definitely win!”

Goodbye, Master!

In the end, Mordred said it all with a smile.

Goodbye, Saber.

Shiki Jieli waved his hand, and seeing that Mordred had returned to the Throne of Heroes, he stood up, dusted off his pants, and said to Aoki Makoto.

"Let's go to the place where we've been sleeping for the past few days."

Day 1 of the Holy Grail War -

Red team Saber Mordred, Master Shishikage Kairi leaves the field.

There are currently fifteen enemy Servants remaining (including two Arbitrators).