Crossover Anime: Picking up Medea at the Start

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Mordred would never want him to interfere in their duel.

He and Mordred were at most comrades-in-arms, and Shizi Jieli would not place himself in an indispensable position, so he obediently gave up the battlefield to Mordred.

Artoria noticed his departure and knew he was Mordred's Master, so she ignored him. Artoria even used the Divine Communication to contact Bazett and asked her to tell Merry to let him leave.

She silently completed these tasks, then rode her horse slowly to a distance from Mordred before stopping.

With a flick of her wrist, the spear of light she had thrown earlier reassembled in her hand, but the holy sword in her other hand remained unraised.

She knew that the moment she raised her sword was the signal that she was about to charge.

In that case, they will only have one battle going on next.

Now they are on opposite sides once again. If Mordred wants to seize the Greater Grail, then for Roland's sake, Artoria will not hesitate to act.

But before that, Artoria felt she should say something to the other person...

Whether it's to reminisce or something else.

She felt that her relationship with Mordred shouldn't be the kind that starts with fighting.

That's why she approached so slowly. During this process, she kept thinking, but even when the Horse of Light stopped, Artoria still hadn't figured out what to say and simply remained silent.

It was as if she was trying to stall for time, hoping the battle would erupt as late as possible...

But she didn't speak; instead, Mordred grinned at her cold, full-body armor.

"Ha, it was a misunderstanding after all. You really scared me—"

Mordred's gaze first landed on the helmet, but quickly shifted to the breastplate and other parts of the armor. Then she frowned and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, you bastard..."

As he spoke, Mordred arrogantly pointed his sword at Artoria on horseback, then glared at her and raised his voice.

"...Who gave you permission to wear this armor!"

"Only that king can wear this armor. Even if you wear it and carry a similar sword, you are not her, and you won't scare me. You'll only make me angry!"

Mordred's magic surged from her, her helmet gradually materialized, covering her head, and then she raised her sword.

Lightning formed from magic enveloped her body, and as the helmet materialized, the crimson light in her eyes, which were finally concealed, pressed down on Artoria with boundless killing intent.

"Finally, I'll tell you out of kindness. Although I don't know how you disguised yourself, there's one thing wrong with your disguise!"

Mordred's voice grew louder and louder, even the thunderous roar of magic couldn't drown out her furious howl, so she uttered these words at the top of her lungs:

"That King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon—she's incredibly flat-chested, with far fewer feminine features than you can imagine!"

The sound, amplified by the magic, shook the heavens and the earth.

Lion's Destruction, who had run out of the illusion barrier long ago, didn't hear it, but Bazett and Merry, who were in mid-air, did.

Bazett covered his mouth, while Mary couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

With Artoria's hearing, she could clearly hear Meli's laughter, so she looked at the incredibly arrogant Mordred in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief—without the slightest hesitation, she raised her holy sword directly!

There's nothing to hesitate about!

Let's talk after we beat her up!

.....one..

169.Father and Son

Haaah—!

Mordred charged directly towards Artoria's location, her sword held very firmly in her hand. Combined with the release of her magic and the full armor she wore, the combination of power and force easily gave people a sense of oppression.

But such feelings were useless to Artoria.

Artoria unleashed the Armor of Glory, and then immediately sent the Horse of Light into a charge.

boom!

Before Mordred could reach her peak momentum, Artoria used the speed of the Light Horse to crash into her ahead of time. The terrifying force spread outwards in the form of a shockwave, pressing down on the entire Grass Sea.

Then Mordred's forward momentum was also interrupted by this attack, and the momentum he had just built up was also broken.

At this moment, Artoria turned her horse around and used the Spear of Light as her main weapon to suppress Mordred with a suppressive fighting style, gradually reducing Mordred's momentum.

During this process, Artoria spoke up.

"All they know is that charging forward will eventually result in them being battered and bruised, or even dying on the very path of the charge..."

Artoria was speaking when she saw Mordred take a step back and hold her sword horizontally in a very strange motion. So she bent down and slammed her sword down, knocking back the sword that Mordred had just released from her hand, which seemed to be about to throw at her.

Then Artoria continued to fire her gun, and Mordred could only awkwardly grab his sword and continue to defend, after which Artoria continued to speak.

"...I know you're not convinced. You think you can stay calm on the front lines and that you can use that calmness to control your recklessness, but you can't."

"Because when you launch a reckless charge, what you are doing is already very irrational. No matter how clever you try to be afterward, it is still reckless."

"Couldn't you have stayed calm at the beginning and looked at the overall situation?"

"That's too short-sighted!"

Artoria actually regretted her actions after the Battle of Camlann, so when she met Mordred this time, she originally wanted to say something properly. However, she was provoked by Mordred, and while fighting, she ended up saying this instead of what she intended.

Artoria's words reflected Mordred's problems during the fight, but Artoria also knew that these were the same problems she was currently facing.

But she has always been like this.

If you see a problem, point it out to the other party.

Especially Mordred

Artoria actually values ​​Mordred a lot, so whenever Mordred has a problem, she will point it out to her directly and ask her to correct it!

And the requirements for her are also very high.

Just like Mordred's habit of mindlessly charging forward that he will never change—to a normal knight, Artoria would only tell him not to charge too far forward, but in reality, she might even praise his bravery.

But Mordred is out of the question!

Or rather... the future king cannot be so reckless!

In her heart, Artoria had long felt that she was not suitable to be the Queen of Britain; she was just a fraud who played the role of the chosen one.

So she actually values, likes, and looks forward to having a child like Mordred.

She needs a better version of herself, a better, true, chosen one!

But Mordred disappointed her time and time again...

It was like that then, and it remains like that now.

Mordred grew increasingly angry as she watched Artoria relentlessly suppress her, leaving her no chance to retaliate.

Although she didn't know who this guy in front of her was playing her father, well... he was really (British swear word) convincing!

In Mordred's eyes, her father has always been like this; no matter how well she does, he will never approve of her!

To others, King Arthur should have been the perfect king.

But it's different when it comes to her...

If other knights did a better job, the king would praise them. In a force of tens of thousands, even if you were just a soldier, you would be noticed by the king. This is why the troops led by King Arthur always had high morale.

Because the king will be watching you.

But she was different.

Even if she did ten times better than the other knights, the king would only give her a cold look and then point out her shortcomings!

The thought of this made Mordred furious.

what--!

Faced with Artoria's attack, she even abandoned her defense, gripped her sword with both hands, and swung it at her opponent with all her might!

However, before she could get into the best position to exert her strength, her point of attack was smashed by the gun in her hand, rendering her desperate move completely ineffective and forcing her to fall into a passive defensive position again.

It's always like this...

Perhaps it's because she was created by her mother using a technique.

It is the only blemish on King Arthur, this perfect king...

That's probably why she doesn't like herself...

But...

She clearly works ten or a hundred times harder than the average person!

She doesn't ask for much...

Father, when will you ever look at me properly again?

When will you praise me and acknowledge me even once?

Just once...

I'm satisfied after just one time!

As Mordred realized this, her defenses were finally breached by the opponent.