Miracle Summoner

"Boom————!"

The roaring sound suddenly rang out in front of the main gate of the Round Table Fortress.

Explosive flames surged like waves, mixed with a pitch-black magical storm, expanding outward in an explosion.

At the center of the explosion, red lightning flickered, and Mordred's figure shot out like lightning, rushing through the storm.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Mordred's heart was filled with anger and frustration, causing her to shout loudly, rushing towards the direction of Artoria [Alter].

In her hand, she had already gripped a sword shining with silver-white light.

The red lightning on Mordred's body started from the sword, coursing through her entire body.

So...

"This time, I will definitely kill you thoroughly! Father!"

Mordred shouted in a voice filled with hatred and anger, rushing towards Artoria [Alter], raising the sword that flickered with red lightning high, and bringing it down heavily on Artoria [Alter]'s head.

"Clang!"

The pitch-black holy sword immediately clashed with the red lightning sword like a black flash, blocking the strike, and red lightning flickered violently.

Artoria [Alter] firmly blocked Mordred's blow and looked at the face of Mordred, filled with hatred and anger, speaking coldly.

"Your swordsmanship is still as crude as before, discarding both etiquette and the knight's code, existing solely for slaughter. No wonder you would be willing to become a mad dog used by the Lion King to bite."

As she spoke, Artoria [Alter] glanced at the sword Mordred was wielding and calmly said.

"This sword falling into your hands is truly a waste."

It was no surprise that Artoria [Alter] said this.

The sword Mordred was using originally belonged to Artoria [Alter].

As the legendary king of Britain, Artoria's most famous weapon during her lifetime was the holy sword in her hand, but she also had her own armory and possessed various weapons.

The sword Mordred was using was originally an item stored in her treasure vault, the symbolic sword of kingship, given to the one who would inherit the throne—〈Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword (Clarent)〉.

As a Noble Phantasm, the sword's rank was originally B, used to amplify the king's majesty and aura, raising physical abilities by one rank.

However, after deciding to rebel, Mordred broke into King Arthur's treasure vault and took the sword that symbolized kingship.

Due to Mordred lacking the qualifications to be king, the sword's rank dropped to C, and the enhancements it offered were lost.

But because the sword's amplification ability still remained, if Mordred infused it with her hateful magical power and then released it, it would turn into red lightning, representing twisted thoughts. If Mordred fully unleashed this Noble Phantasm, it would reach at least A+ rank, a weapon for mass destruction.

However, using the sword in such a twisted way ultimately tarnished its original brilliance.

To this, Mordred only showed a grim smile.

"Who cares about that?"

The red lightning on Mordred's body surged violently.

"As long as I win, it doesn't matter what kind of sword technique or weapon it is, I don't care. Even if I have to fight with my fists and feet, or bite with my teeth, that's who I am—the rebellious knight, Mordred!"

Mordred declared loudly at Artoria [Alter].

Artoria [Alter] raised her eyelids.

"That's why I say, you're a mad dog." Artoria [Alter] said expressionlessly. "You're only fit to be a madman wreaking havoc on the battlefield. You will never become a king."

"You...!" Mordred's negative emotions erupted immediately.

It couldn't be helped.

When she was alive, the reason Mordred chose to betray and became a rebellious knight was because of King Arthur's words.

"You don't have the temperament to be a king."

Because of this, not being recognized by her birth father, Mordred went mad and walked down the path that led to the destruction of Britain.

Now, Artoria [Alter] repeated those words.

"I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

Mordred shouted in a frenzy.

"I will appear in this Singularity to destroy your kingdom again and kill you, King Arthur——!"

Amidst the madness, the thunder raged like a prison, bursting with glaring crimson on the battlefield.

After their fateful battle in life, King Arthur and the rebellious knight would face each other once again in this Singularity.

No one could ignore this scene any longer.

"Sad, it's truly sad. To have to kill the king again... This kind of fate is truly tragic for Sir Mordred." Tristan plucked his harp, lamenting, "Let us help Sir Mordred, Sir Lancelot."

"...Are you sure?" Lancelot fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice. "If we intervene in that battle, not only will Mordred not be grateful to us, but she will also turn her blades on us."

"That's true." Tristan admitted, but then he changed the subject. "In that case, let's deal with the others."

"...Mm." Lancelot nodded slowly.

The two then moved toward the battlefield.

Unfortunately, they did not need to make a move. Someone had already set their sights on them.

"Boom!"

A burst of scorching flames, like fire falling from the sky, suddenly slashed through the air and landed in front of Lancelot and Tristan, slowly burning.

The two immediately stopped in their tracks, unable to advance any further.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A mocking voice came as the Dragon Witch emerged from the flames of hatred, holding a cursed flag that fluttered in the heat.

Jeanne [Alter]'s gaze first glanced at Tristan, then shifted to Lancelot.

"Thank you for coming all the way here to welcome my revenge."

Jeanne [Alter] glared at Lancelot.

"You imprisoned me in that place for months. Don't think I'll just let this go, Knight of the Lake."

It was Lancelot who had captured Jeanne [Alter] when she was wandering in the wilderness and then locked her away.

Jeanne [Alter] harbored deep hostility towards Lancelot.

Not because they were enemies.

If Lancelot had defeated her in that battle and killed her, Jeanne [Alter] would have accepted it without resentment.

But what Jeanne [Alter] couldn't accept was that Lancelot didn't take her life, but imprisoned her, leaving her feeling humiliated rather than lucky.

"I don't know what you thought you were accomplishing, but now that I'm out, and stronger than before, you should be ready for my revenge, right?"

Flames continued to burn around Jeanne [Alter].

Magic power surged violently from her body.