Start of the new brotha, lets get this show on the road!!
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Hill of Camlann
Two armies, once kin and blood relatives, now clash in a life-or-death battle.
"Another betrayal, huh…"
Jeanne gently sipped her red wine, watching the scene on the screen, and couldn't help but relate it to her own past.
Back then, she had fought hard to reclaim Orléans and wanted to liberate all of France, only to be betrayed by her own countrymen.
To those nobles, there was no such thing as nation or people—only greed etched into their very bones.
So greedy that even the French king at the time couldn't afford to ransom her.
"Jealousy and despair really can make people lose all sense of reason…"
Jeanne swirled the wine in her glass, her pale golden eyes fixed on the now drastically changed female knight on screen.
The Knight of Treachery—Mordred!
After her mother, Morgan, told her the full truth, and after hearing from the one she admired the most—Artoria herself—that she would never inherit the throne…
No matter how much she once revered Artoria, now her feelings would surely turn into an equally powerful hatred!
Jeanne sighed softly. "Artoria… you truly don't understand the human heart."
She had pursued perfection too much.
A perfect king could not allow an heir with flaws to inherit the throne. For Britain, for the people, she had long discarded all human emotions.
Only the utmost rationality remained.
That rationality led her to make all the "right" choices—but she ignored the most important element: humanity.
Mordred once again asked,
"Father, I just want to know—am I, in your eyes, just a stain, unworthy of inheriting the throne?"
"Stand down. I can still forgive you."
Artoria spoke gently, her expression as composed as ever.
After pulling the sword from the stone and being repeatedly urged by Nameless, she had made all the necessary preparations.
To protect her people, her sword was destined to be stained with blood. Even if she was abandoned, betrayed, and cursed—there was no turning back.
As a king, one must bear solitude!
"Hahaha! Father, you really don't understand the human heart!"
Mordred suddenly burst into mad laughter, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
She pointed to the vast army behind her. "Do you know why all these people followed me in rebellion?"
"I do not."
Artoria shook her head.
These knights, once devoted to their king—whether fanatically loyal or twisted in their devotion—now all drew their swords against her.
"You did protect Britain, but you grew more and more cold and unfeeling."
Mordred sighed.
"To raise funds for the army, you thought crushing one village to save ten was worth it—countless families were destroyed. To win the war, you were willing to sacrifice each and every one of them without hesitation!
You believed knights should be like Nameless—quietly giving everything, even after victory, expecting no reward!"
…
Behind her, everyone fell silent, listening to Mordred's furious accusations. This was the core reason they chose to rebel.
They were sick of endless war.
However—
Modern viewers watching this scene reacted very differently:
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Mordy, this is all flawed logic. A kind heart can't command soldiers, and righteousness can't manage finances. A king must be like this!]
Scrimodotic-[At the brink of Britain's collapse, only a king like Artoria could ensure the survival of the nation and its people!]
SinMommy-[But the people couldn't endure the never-ending wars, so they rose up!]
KeyboardKnight-[Sigh… it wasn't King Artoria who was wrong—it was the world!]
…
In the video—
War broke out.
The battle was devastating beyond imagination. Both armies were completely wiped out.
Bloody scenes flashed one after another.
In the end—
Only the father and child remained on the Hill, standing amid a sea of corpses. Countless bodies lay around them—dense and terrifying.
"Do you see now, Father? Your country is finished! Everything's destroyed! And all you had to do was pass the throne to me, and none of this would've happened!"
Mordred's tears streamed uncontrollably as she shouted like a madwoman. "Is it because I'm Morgan's child that you loathe me so much?"
"No. I never hated you. There's only one reason I didn't pass you the throne—you lack the temperament of a true king."
Artoria stared firmly at her. "Mordred, you've greatly disappointed me."
"Goodbye, Father—and goodbye to my cowardice!"
In utter despair, all of Mordred's admiration and loyalty twisted into seething hatred.
She drew her blade, pouring all her hatred into it:
"I am resentment, I am rebellion!
The one who betrayed a beautiful father and stained the earth with blood!
Clarent..."
The sword that should've shone with silvery brilliance now turned into a red-and-black blade of malevolent light, tainted by betrayal.
Boundless hatred radiated from its glow, turning it into a cursed demonic sword, shooting toward the heavens.
Mordred roared with all her might:
"Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father!"
"You've disappointed me, Mordred."
Artoria unleashed the power of her Holy Spear:
"Blossom at the ends of the world… the storm anchor that rips the sky and binds the earth!"
"Tower of the End—Rhongomyniad!"
Two ultimate Noble Phantasms burst forth in brilliant light, crashing down toward each other!
Just then—
A furious voice roared from afar: "Morgan, get the hell out of my way! If you block me again, I'll kill you!"
That familiar shout made both combatants freeze for a moment.
Countless viewers immediately realized—
SunlightSucksLOL-[Holy crap, so that's why Nameless hasn't shown up—he was being blocked by Morgan!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Morgan's scheming runs deep!]
Blorbo-[Britain's doomed. No one can stop this tragic father-son showdown!]
AspiringWizard-[There's nothing to be done—it's a documentary after all. King Artoria's fated to die, and Britain's fated to fall!]
…
Under countless burning gazes—
A familiar red cape shone in the light.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit appeared once again, stepping between the two.
BOOM!
BOOM!!
Two Noble Phantasms crashed down, unleashing world-shattering destruction. Even someone as powerful as Nameless couldn't withstand such an onslaught.
"Nameless, what are you doing?!"
The always calm and composed King of Knights rushed forward, pulling him into her embrace without hesitation.
Under the twin blasts of radiant destruction—
Even with his defenses up, Nameless couldn't hold back the combined force of two ultimate Noble Phantasms.
Seven layers of violet petals shattered instantly, and his body suffered fatal injuries.
"Ria… I wanted to rewrite Britain's doomed fate, but I've realized—I can't change anything."
Nameless coughed up a large mouthful of blood, reaching to touch the girl's cheek.
Though he was on the verge of death, his smile was brilliant, "If this fate is inevitable—then let me bear it all. Because… I am your knight."
"No, I won't let you die!" Artoria clutched his hand tightly.
At that moment, the ever-perfect king felt true terror for the first time.
On the other side—
Mordred's once-bloodshot eyes now filled with panic, "No! Nameless, why did you suddenly appear!?"
She had rebelled only to gain her father's recognition—not to truly kill her king.
Why, even now, did Nameless still stand on her father's side?
She clenched her teeth and asked with the last flicker of hope:
"Nameless… what do you really think of me?"
"You're precious. The dearest treasure I'd give everything to protect."
Nameless coughed more blood, his body already half-stepping into death, but his eyes remained gentle as he looked at her.
"I'm… the treasure you'd give everything to protect?"
Mordred froze slightly.
She had launched the rebellion in fury after being rejected by her father.
But now—
The other person she admired had told her she was incredibly important.
So important that he'd give up everything to protect her.
Hearing those words made Mordred suddenly feel light… as if there was nothing left to fear.
If he values me that much… then am I more important to him than Father?