Chapter 421: Kairi’s Dream

Chapter 421: Kairi’s Dream

Participants in the Holy Grail War sometimes have dreams. This is likely due to the deep spiritual connection between Masters and their Servants. They experience each other's past events through dreams. This phenomenon was also commonly observed in the first three Holy Grail Wars.

Therefore, Kairi Sisigou was not at all surprised when he found himself in ancient Britain.

"Hmm, such things do happen."

This should be the past of his Servant, Mordred. Before he knew it, he was already standing beside her. The sword in her hand was the one she loved to use the most in this Holy Grail War—Clarent, the Radiant and Brilliant Royal Sword.

This weapon originally did not belong to her. It was kept in the armory by King Arthur after he acquired it, and it symbolized the throne. Later, Mordred seized this sword and declared herself as 'King,' inciting a large-scale rebellion. She then wielded this sword and challenged King Arthur to a duel.

"So, this is Camlann."

Indeed, this was the Hill of Camlann, the battlefield where Mordred led her rebel army against King Arthur's regular forces in their final battle. The legend of King Arthur, this grand tale of chivalry, concluded with this tragic war.

Arrows pierced into the lightly armored soldiers. However, Mordred, clad in her full steel armor, ignored all attacks and charged straight ahead.

Arthur, a leader with immense charisma, finally achieved the unification of Britain. Yet, why did so many soldiers support Mordred's rebellion?

There were several reasons:

First, the widespread war-weariness in the country as they approached unification.

Despite being hailed as a perfect being, the scandal between the Knight of the Lake and the Queen, which led to the King's loss of authority, was another reason.

The knights developed a fear and contempt for a king who was too pure and devoid of personal feelings.

But there was another reason.

On the battlefield, it was clear to Kairi why. Mordred's fighting style was extremely brutal. The knights' proud and grand swordsmanship appeared as fragile as dry branches before her. Though her actions seemed instinctual, they were the most efficient ways to kill.

Despite Mordred's passionate outburst, she remained unmoved, not even responding to her questions, mechanically raising her sword.

This must have been the most unforgivable response for Mordred. She let out a roar and swung her sword fiercely.

King Arthur raised her sword to meet her. The two holy swords clashed, sparking. Despite both being utterly exhausted, they fought fiercely, refusing to be outdone. However, the outcome would not change. As Mordred said, regardless of who ultimately won, the kingdom would soon perish.

"You must have known it would come to this! You must have known! If you had just given me the throne, none of this would have happened...!"

Yet, Mordred's sword did not slow down.

Born as an illegitimate child, her admiration for her father turned into hatred upon her rejection—leading them to this deadly clash on the battlefield.

—I hate you, I hate you. I hate you for being the perfect King. I hate you for never acknowledging my existence. I willingly accepted being your shadow, yet you never looked back at me.

—So this is the rightful punishment, King Arthur. I've annihilated everything you had!

"Do you hate me? Do you hate me that much? Do you hate me, Morgan's child!? Answer me... answer me, Arthur!!"

Finally, amid battle, Arthur responded. In a cold, emotionless voice, the King declared:

"I have never hated you. The reason I did not give you the throne is—"

"Because you lack the capacity to be a king."

It was a response synonymous with "indifference." It was a blunt assessment of Mordred's abilities, mercilessly deeming her unfit to be a ruler.

In that instant, Mordred, enraged beyond measure, swung her sword, while King Arthur pierced her chest with the holy spear "Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the End." No matter how strong the armor was, it was meaningless before that spear.

However, despite receiving a fatal wound, Mordred mustered her dying strength to deliver a decisive blow to King Arthur. Her helmet split in two, revealing the familiar face of a young girl that Kairi recognized.

Blood dripping from her lips, Mordred reached out towards King Arthur before her.