While Souya and Morgan were enjoying their reunion, the other two sides had also successfully summoned the remaining Heroic Spirits, but both had encountered some problems.
"Oh, it seems I've drawn a good card."
Looking at the crimson lightning that had replaced the light of the summoning ceremony, Kairi Sisigou's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, couldn't help but show a look of surprise. This aura, this whale-like consumption of magical energy, he had undoubtedly drawn one of the strongest from the Round Table Knights.
With this thought, the crimson lightning finally slowly subsided, revealing a silver-white knight in a狰狞-looking armor, with countless red patterns engraved on its shell. He stood majestically in the cemetery, his cape fluttering in the wind, and in his hand, he held a magnificent silver-white greatsword surrounded by crimson lightning.
"Saber has answered the call. Let me ask you, are you my Master?"
With a pleasant girlish voice, in Kairi's astonished gaze, the silver-white knight's helmet automatically retracted into its shell, revealing a head of light golden hair tied into a short ponytail, and under the golden hair was a beautiful and heroic girlish face. At this time, she was blinking her watery blue big eyes, looking at him with great curiosity.
"Yo, you're my Master? You look pretty sturdy!" the girl Saber greeted with a grin.
"Ah? Oh oh, hello, hello. I am your Master, Kairi Sisigou." As if he hadn't recovered from Saber's grand entrance, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a moment.
"Why do you look so surprised to see me? Weren't you specifically summoning me?" Saber, sensing the fleeting surprise on his face, said with some dissatisfaction, and even thumped her silver-white greatsword on the ground.
"Ah, this, although I'm very sorry, but in fact, the catalyst I used was not for specifically summoning one person." Saying this, he also pointed to the black fragment of unknown material at her feet. "But from the looks of you, I think you must be a Round Table Knight, right."
"Tsk, what a miscalculation. To be summoned so carelessly. But to summon with a fragment of the Round Table and not summon Galahad, for that guy with such a good temper not to come out, it seems you're really quite an interesting fellow."
As if a little dissatisfied, Saber, in his pained gaze, casually crushed the fragment at her feet, and then looked at the latter with a full smile. "Then, let's have a self-introduction first, Master. My name is Mordred Pendragon. I am the last and strongest Round Table Knight, and also the son of the Queen of Britain, Morgan, and King Arthur. What do you think, Master? Are you excited? Are you happy?"
With that said, the heroic girl named Mordred showed him a hearty smile.
"Oh! It's actually the Knight of Rebellion, Mordred! I didn't expect to have such good luck."
As expected, upon hearing her name, Kairi showed a look of surprise. This was not a performance to please the girl, but his real feelings.
Unlike in the original history, the current Mordred, as a recognized son of a king, and also a Round Table Knight who had fought an army of ten thousand alone and had rebelled against fate, because of her legendary background and powerful deeds, was highly praised in both historical records and literary fiction.
And in the idealistic Type-Moon world, the strength of a Heroic Spirit was greatly related to its degree of dissemination in later generations. It was very possible that a Heroic Spirit who was not particularly strong in reality would receive a great bonus after being passed down in legends. This was reflected in the case of Richard the Lionheart. It was not that he was not strong in history, but that most of his achievements were in governing the country and leading troops in battle, and he had no anecdotes related to divine artifacts like a holy sword. Yet because he was a fan of King Arthur and had always proclaimed to the outside world that he held the true Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), as a result, after he became a Heroic Spirit and descended, he really did have an extra holy sword with the same name and power as Caliburn.
From this, it can be seen how idealistic this thing called a Heroic Spirit was.
And Kairi, as a magus who had been in the bounty hunter profession for many years, and had also participated in several Subcategory Holy Grail Wars and had a certain understanding of Heroic Spirits, naturally understood this principle. And Mordred was a Servant who was generally recognized by the magi of later generations as having received a legend bonus, and was undoubtedly extremely powerful.
But as for being the strongest Round Table Knight, this sentence was automatically ignored by him. After all, it was just something to listen to.
"That's right, that's right. You've hit the jackpot with me, Master!"
Having received her Master's recognition, Mordred was clearly much happier. Even the armor on her body was dematerialized by her, revealing a set of underwear suitable for battle. Clearly, she had also relaxed her guard and had shown her trust in this Master of hers. But before she could say anything, his next sentence angered her.
"It is indeed very good luck. It's just that I really didn't expect that a rebellious knight who had fought an army of ten thousand alone would be a girl."
"Ha?!"
It was originally just a careless word from him, but hearing it, Mordred was immediately a little unhappy. "Hey, hey, hey, Master, what are you talking about? What's wrong with being a girl? Can't a girl go into battle and kill enemies and become strong just like other knights! My mother, as the great queen who ruled all of Britain and scared the countries of Rome and Gaul so much that they didn't dare to get close during her reign, wasn't she also a woman? So you'd better not have any opinions about women! Master!"
As she spoke, she even, with great dissatisfaction, poked his kidneys with her sword. And the latter, seeing this scene, was startled and quickly avoided the silver greatsword that was dyed red and white by the crimson lightning. "OK, I'm sorry. I was rude just now. I actually have great respect for great and independent women. Rather than saying I have an opinion of them, it's more like they have a great opinion of me."
As a rugged, middle-aged bounty hunter who had successfully lived to be over 30, his survival instinct was very strong. Seeing that Mordred seemed to dislike this topic, he quickly changed it.
"Well, since we've already met for the first time and have confirmed our partnership, as you can see, I'm just a necromancer who keeps company with corpses. Then can I ask, Mordred, why did you accept my summons?"
Speaking of this, Kairi was really a little curious. As a necromancer, he was very clear that his magical energy and compatibility with the Round Table Knights, these noble and great Heroic Spirits, was undoubtedly an insult, like throwing a moldy little bread to DIO. Such a him, what had he relied on to summon this powerful crimson-lightning Mordred.
"Mmm, I'm not really sure about this kind of thing. For me, it was like I was still on the hill of Camlann as I was before I died. But then my vision suddenly went black and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was in front of you. And all that knowledge about Heroic Spirits, the Holy Grail War, and the modern era just naturally flowed into my mind."
After saying this, Mordred also smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "But it doesn't seem too bad. At least for me, it's a very new experience."
"Is that so."
Kairi, imitating her appearance from just now, also propped up his chin. After a long while, as if he had remembered something, he asked, "So, do you also have an ideal to entrust to the Holy Grail?"
"Of course not."
To his surprise, upon hearing his words, she immediately shook her head and denied the question. "What I want doesn't need to be achieved through so-called external objects. The reason I was willing to accept your summons this time was, one, I felt that your compatibility with me was not bad, so it probably wouldn't be too bad. As for two," at this, Mordred, as if she had sensed it, her gaze passed through the cemetery railings and was cast towards another direction of Sighișoara, which was opposite them.
"I can feel that in this Holy Grail War, there are two connections that are very close to me. One might be my mother, or it might be my father. As for the other..." the girl paused slightly, and after feeling that connection for a little while, she slowly said, "it seems to be... my older brother?"
At the same time, on the other side, in the great hall of the Black side's camp, an argument was taking place.
"The one I was supposed to summon wasn't the female knight Bradamante! Why is it this strangely dressed Astolfo who has come!!!"
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