"A person's life is but a wandering shadow, nothing more than a sorrowful actor." The book in Shakespeare's hands flipped rapidly, and the pages detached, beginning to float in mid-air around him. Then, as Shakespeare pointed his finger at Mordred, the pages rushed toward the target like mosquitoes, "When it is time to take the stage, one just looks up and screams on the stage!"
"Come! The curtain rises! Sit in your seats, do not smoke! Photography is strictly prohibited! The whole world is my stage, the time for the performance has arrived! There should be thunderous applause here (First Folio)—!"
In order to effectively trap Saber, who possessed the Magic Resistance skill, within the Noble Phantasm, Shakespeare specifically used 'incantation' to strengthen the Noble Phantasm.
"Huh? What? Is this some kind of Caster trick?" Watching the pile of papers that had suddenly surrounded her, Mordred frowned and began to accumulate magical energy, intending to use Mana Burst to shatter these papers that made her feel extremely annoyed.
However, the next moment, the papers suddenly accelerated their rotation, blocking all of Mordred's vision.
"So annoying!" Blood-red magical energy began to appear like lightning around Mordred, and with her angry shout, it scattered in all directions.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, I almost forgot you were still here, Jeanne..." After the Mana Burst ended and the things blocking her vision dispersed, the scene revealed before Mordred left her speechless for a moment.
From all directions came the sounds of swords and armor clashing, as well as the roars of the dying and the brave warriors.
This was definitely not a sound that could be made by a battle between Dragon Tooth Soldiers, homunculi, and magic dolls.
And this hill was no longer the hill outside the Yggdmillennia castle.
Blood spilled everywhere, and those familiar armors covered in mud and blood clots all highlighted one fact.
This was the battlefield she had entered last in her previous life.
Known as Calamity Hill, it was a cursed land that, for her, was a place she would absolutely never visit a second time.
Swish!
Just as she was stunned, the sound of blades cutting through the air near her ears made Mordred reflexively raise her sword to block, then sweep backhand to knock the opponent away.
However, looking at that armor belonging to the 'King's Faction' and feeling that overly strange strength, a ferocious smile of extreme anger appeared on Mordred's face under her mask.
"I thought I had dreamed of returning to Calamity Hill, but it turns out to be your crappy stage play, Caster!"
Even if they were not her match, the King's soldiers were definitely not such weak existences!
Seeing the dozens of'soldiers' of the 'King's Faction' suddenly appearing around her, Mordred again used Mana Burst as a basic skill and fired at those'soldiers'.
"Mere Dragon Tooth Soldiers!"
"This is truly a heartbreaking scene... isn't it? Mordred." A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Mordred.
Upon hearing this voice, Mordred, as if she had sensed the existence of something she absolutely could not face behind her, leaped up violently, putting a great distance between herself and the source.
A black dress, long silver-gray hair, and a black veil hiding an enchanting and cold face.
When she saw that figure clearly, Mordred's hand holding the sword was trembling.
"Mor—gan—" Mordred, behind her mask, was almost grinding her teeth to pieces.
"Hm?" Beside the RV, Artoria, who had been observing the battlefield situation with her own vision, suddenly frowned and looked in the direction where Mordred was, "This feeling... is it you?"
And inside the RV, Daniel also suddenly felt a sense of panic and confusion.
"What the hell? What's going on?" Daniel stood up somewhat uneasily and paced back and forth anxiously, "Did I overlook something? Why did a feeling of impending doom suddenly arise?"
Some were confused, but some Heroic Spirits were even more confused.
Shakespeare looked in astonishment at himself, who was suddenly about to be drained dry, and then turned around in a panic, intending to run away.
Although he didn't know what happened, his Noble Phantasm seemed to have gone out of control!
The ownership of the Noble Phantasm had been forcibly transferred away, and even his own magical energy was about to be forcibly drained dry by the other party.
He had originally intended to use the remaining magical energy from trapping Saber to set up a stage for Jeanne as well.
Now, never mind setting up a stage; if he didn't hurry back, he would become the first shameful Servant to be eliminated because the magical energy sustaining his existence was drained away by someone else and could not be replenished!
On the Tower at the End of the World, Merlin also covered his face with a look of despair.
"That idiot Caster, his name is Shakespeare, right! Has he forgotten the one who has an unbreakable karmic bond with Mordred? Or does this fool simply not read any books related to the 'Legend of King Arthur'? Doesn't he know that using that kind of Noble Phantasm that 'recalls memory time' is very likely to attract the most troublesome Magus in Mordred's memory?"
"Although I consider myself a troublesome Magus too, compared to that person, I am as pure and friendly as a big brother next door!"
"You must be fake! A fake constructed by that Caster through his ability! Right!" Although she sensed the truth through intuition, Mordred still wanted to deceive herself one last time.
"Oh my, how rude. I don't remember raising you to be such an ill-mannered child, even speaking harshly to your own mother. Mordred—."
Behind the black veil, Morgan's fair and flawless chin moved slightly, and the corners of her mouth gradually outlined an arc that made Mordred feel as if insects were gnawing at her heart.
"W-what kind of joke is this? Why are you..." No longer able to deceive herself, Mordred bit her lip tightly and shouted angrily.
"If you ask why... it's probably because some tactless Magus was stupid enough to try to recall your memories, and as a result, it caught my attention." Morgan shrugged her shoulders, looking like 'I didn't even think that kind of move existed'.
"Since someone dared to do that, I naturally followed the trend and came." Morgan said in a smiling voice, "I am that kind of person, Mother, you know that."
"Shut up! You poisonous woman!" Mordred couldn't help but step back half a step.
She really wanted to slash at her with her sword, but the fear of the woman in front of her, imprinted in her DNA, prevented her from doing such a thing.
Unless she was blinded by rage.
'In a state of extreme anger, I can just rush over and hack away blindly.'
"Hm?" There was a bit more coldness in Morgan's voice.
Mordred was startled, her back breaking out in goosebumps.
"Oh my, oh my!" Morgan suddenly beamed again, "I hadn't noticed just now, there is a familiar aura outside... Is it King Arthur? No, it has a strong divinity, but no adaptability to Britain... Could it be... Pfft, pfft, pfft—how funny! Is it actually King Arthur after her body was occupied by the Holy Spear? I really want to see what kind of expression that face will have now."
"And the other familiar aura is... although it is very faint, it is that clumsy child, Gareth." There was a bit more sadness on Morgan's face.
Although that child Gareth also abandoned her, among all her children, she was the only one who would not point a weapon at her when she appeared.
But that naughty and clumsy child has also left.
Mordred stared at Morgan in fear.
Even though they were in a place that she didn't know if it was a Reality Marble or not, she could still sense the presence of Artoria and Daniel.
She could even sense Gareth's presence within that power, which was so thin that one could simply ignore it.
The terror of this woman, Morgan, once again exceeded Mordred's expectations.
"However, you have been standing still since just now." Morgan turned her head and shifted her gaze back to Mordred, "I am waiting to restore my full prime state, and what are you waiting for?"
"Damn it—!" Mordred was startled, and then, releasing violent lightning all over her body, she slashed at Morgan.
Her figure shifted, so fast that Mordred couldn't even slash at her afterimage, and the lightning around her didn't even come close to touching her.
Although it was just some magic Morgan cast casually, this already demonstrated how deeply she understood Mordred.
With consecutive slashes and ungraceful footwork, Mordred used almost all the means she could, but she couldn't touch her opponent at all.
As for releasing her Noble Phantasm... she didn't dare.
Because Jeanne was still nearby, she couldn't guarantee that if she released her Noble Phantasm, the damage wouldn't be transferred by this malicious and evil woman in front of her onto Jeanne.
"Hm... just swinging empty like this won't do." Morgan looked at the corpses around her, and a mischievous smile appeared under her veil, "Let's just recycle the waste a little."
Morgan slowly raised one hand and tapped her finger lightly.
The corpses that had originally fallen in various positions on Calamity Hill instantly turned into zombies.
Various grudges emerged from the hundreds of corpses.
"Well, I borrowed a little from the harvest of that master who is currently cleansing evil spirits' grudges not far away. I should thank that master later."
"Hehehehe—"
A childish laugh that made one's head ache suddenly came from the corpses.
"Play with me!" A soldier brandished the long sword in his hand and took the initiative to attack Mordred.
"You! Don't tell me!" Mordred understood the situation in an instant.
This vicious woman in front of her had actually stolen the grudges of hundreds of children who had not yet been cleansed of their sins for reincarnation from Sanzang's temple!
And she had manipulated those children's grudges like dolls!
Rage instantly blinded Mordred's mind.
"That's right." Morgan's malicious smile appeared behind the black veil, and Mordred was trembling all over with anger.
But, her attacks were curbed.
After witnessing Jack the Ripper and the scene where Sanzang cleansed her sins, plus Daniel's meddlesome theory that 'killing a Magus is not murder, but benefiting the people', she could no longer bring herself to attack these grudges.
"Damn bastard! If I am eliminated here, if we meet again in the future, I will definitely kick your butt hard!" Mordred began to focus on blocking.
Coupled with the armor blocking damage for her, she fell into a stalemate with the hundreds of 'grudge soldiers' for a while.
"Soft-hearted, huh? You're not at all as brutal as you were in your previous life." Morgan was quite interested in this change in Mordred, "It seems you have met a master who is quite to your liking... Or is it that you are a little too happy to see your Father King and sisters after such a long time?"
"Screw you! Stinky woman!" Mordred took a moment to stick her middle finger up at Morgan.
The corners of Morgan's mouth began to twitch.
"Has the rebellious knight started to turn into a delinquent girl? At this time, should I bite a handkerchief and say with a mournful face, 'My child, you weren't like this before'?"
A white light suddenly appeared on the hill after dusk.
"Hm?" Mordred's gaze caught this glimmer of light.
"Tsk, the stinky woman who is really disturbing our mother-daughter talk is about to make an appearance." Morgan said with malice.
"As expected, it's Jeanne!" Mordred didn't say another word and lunged toward the white light.
The next moment, the scene around her shattered instantly.
Mordred returned from Calamity Hill to the hill outside the Yggdmillennia castle.
And Jeanne was looking at her with a worried expression at this moment.
"Are you okay? Saber, you have been staring blankly since just now."
"Tsk, to be honest, not very good." Mordred frowned, looked around, and added, "Did I get hit by Caster's Noble Phantasm earlier?"
Jeanne nodded.
"That idiot did a very stupid thing. If there are no accidents, apart from Father King and the others, the biggest accident in this Holy Grail War is about to appear." Mordred's tone was full of annoyance.
"My mother, the Witch Queen Morgan, is about to descend."
As soon as the words fell, a massive spirit core reaction instantly appeared out of thin air, and in an instant, it destroyed all the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, homunculi, and magic dolls around Mordred and Jeanne.
"That's really too much, Mordred. How can you speak ill of Mother in front of outsiders?" Morgan's figure floated in mid-air and complained to Mordred.
Revelation was issuing a warning to Jeanne.
"Servant summoned in violation of the rules, Morgan le Fay." Jeanne raised her head, frowning as she looked at her. "Please leave on your own."
It was no use; her authority for mandatory commands was ineffective against that witch. Jeanne realized this situation immediately.
The only thing to be thankful for was that this land was not Britain. The witch Morgan before her naturally could not borrow the power of the island, making her an existence she could barely manage to deal with.
If she could talk the other party into listening, that would be even better. Although the probability of that was as low as Mordred turning into a well-behaved girl.
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