Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The result was as one might expect. Serenity's Noble Phantasm was directly ignored. In fact, anyone could have faced Tristan, but Serenity, facing Tristan, had absolutely no possibility of victory.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces managed to bring back the news at the cost of losing half of her bodies. Those who were supposed to be rescued would be forcibly taken to the Holy City for the selection.

The enemy didn't kill Hassan of Serenity directly, and at the same time, was bringing so many people back for the Holy Selection. This was a blatant message to Aslan and the others that this was a trap. And in response to this trap, Morgan had already made a decision. The enemy was a single Knight of the Round Table acting alone. This meant that he had probably snuck out. In other words, bringing Hassan of Serenity back and, at the same time, bringing so many people for the Holy Selection, should have been a sudden event for that King as well. If the enemy wanted to set a trap, they probably didn't have that much time.

In that case, this time, their side would take the initiative and launch an attack. And it would be an all-out attack. They should be able to catch that Lion King off guard.

You think I'm coming for a rescue? No, I'm coming for a decisive battle with you!

So this time, Aslan and the others didn't need to return to the Holy City, but would head directly to New Camelot to rendezvous.

In a room within the Holy City, a multitude of Faerie Letters shimmered with light. In the center of the room was a large, comfortable bed. It was just a pity that the person currently sitting on the bed did not feel comfortable. There were iron chains on all four corners of the bed. The chains were forged from a special material and were also inscribed with a large number of Faerie Letters. Of course, this was also the work of Aslan.

The owner of this bed was the youngest child of the Pendragon family—Mordred. At this moment, Mordred was gritting her teeth with an extremely annoyed expression on her face. She was wearing a magical tool on her face, specially made for her by Morgan. Why did it look so much like a muzzle used to restrain wild beasts and prevent them from biting? Not only that, but there was also a collar around Mordred's neck. The jewel on the collar emanated a magical aura, with Faerie Letters carved upon it. Forged by Aslan and enchanted by Morgan, this collar had the effect of suppressing her rampaging power. Simply put, it could keep the almost-"Mo-de Mo-de" Mordred lucid.

At this moment, there were also specially made shackles on Mordred's limbs. The chains connected to the shackles made it look as if they were afraid she would secretly escape. In fact, that wasn't the case. It was because when they had just brought her back, the negative effects of her rampage were truly difficult to control, so they could only use this method to forcibly control Mordred's actions. Even now, Mordred was much more irritable than normal.

Looking at her current state, she looked just like a misbehaving pet being punished. Mordred's temper flared subconsciously. She grabbed the wooden cup placed at the head of the bed and threw it. The reason this cup was made of wood was, on one hand, that they really didn't have that much time and energy to create luxury items right now. On the other hand, of course, they didn't have that many things for Mordred to smash. Compared to ceramic cups, the daily production rate of wooden ones was several times higher, and they were also more durable. They were the perfect tools for appeasing a little doggy in its rabid phase... ah, ahem! A Servant affected by a berserk curse.

The door to the room was opened. Morgan looked at the wooden cup that had hit the wall and then fallen to the ground, and let out a soft sigh. "Do you know how difficult things are right now? And you're still trying to destroy things, you unfilial child!"

Mordred rattled the chains on her limbs, then pointed to the mask on her face that resembled a muzzle. "Morgan! Get this stuff off my face and body right now!! I'm not your dog!! How dare you insult a Knight of the Round Table like this!! I'm going to kill you, I'm definitely going to kill you!"

Morgan looked at the constantly roaring Mordred and nodded lightly. While casually using magic to record the scene as if nothing had happened, she spoke, "To still have so much energy to speak so fluently, it seems you've calmed down."

Morgan casually created a chair out of black flames, and after sitting down, she crossed her legs. "Since you've calmed down, do you remember what you did?"

Mordred recalled properly, and then the expression on her face changed. "You! Why did you drag me away from the King's side, and now you want me to harm the King again!!"

Morgan sighed, her light-blue eyes gazing at Mordred. "Unfilial child! I call you stupid, and you really have become stupid. Think carefully and compare. Is the person sitting on that throne really Artoria? That is the Goddess Rhongomyniad! If you truly revere King Arthur, then you should kill this goddess and awaken the sleeping Arthur!"

"What did you say!!"

Upon hearing Morgan say this, Mordred sat bolt upright, looking extremely agitated. At the same time, crimson lightning once again erupted from her body.

Think about it, if it's really as Morgan said, doesn't that mean a goddess has directly possessed my beloved father's body, and I've been loyal to a goddess who possessed my father's body all this time? And for this goddess, I was even willing to nearly self-destruct? Putting aside who was being betrayed by whom in this process... Mordred absolutely could not tolerate her father's body being occupied by some unknown entity! That's right, even a goddess was just an unknown entity!

Thinking back carefully, that Lion King was indeed very different from her father. Originally, she thought it was just because her father had become like this, so his personality had changed. She never imagined that it wasn't her father at all. Unforgivable! Truly unforgivable! As a goddess, yet not telling them the truth, just continuing to order them around like this—this was deception! Blatant deception!

"Damn her! Morgan! Let me go, I'm going to settle the score with that bastard! How dare she deceive me! How dare she impersonate my father! Aaargh!!"

Morgan looked at the state of her cheap daughter before her and simply used magic to activate the shackles and collar on her limbs and neck. A powerful magical energy directly suppressed Mordred's almost-rampaging magic and emotions. "Calm down. Now is not the time for you to rampage. Coincidentally, we are about to have a decisive battle with that goddess. Well? Do you want to fulfill your mission?"

Mordred gritted her teeth. "I will only help you fight the goddess."