Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Mordred on the other side was instantly annoyed.

Could that spear be a staff? It's quite possible. For example, a staff disguised as a spear might have been used to summon this seemingly powerful dragon-shaped armor. But how can this armor talk? And possess self-awareness?

"Since you are an enemy, then I will send you back to mythology right here." Night said, controlling the White Dragon Armor.

The armor made him recognize Mordred's real name, but since Night had no connection to the story of King Arthur, whether in the main world or other universes, he wouldn't show mercy just because he once liked a character.

Since they're enemies, let's just eliminate them.

Even though borrowing Brunhilde's spirit origin limited the exertion of power, dealing with these ordinary heroic spirits was as easy as eating and drinking.

"Huh?!" Mordred was furious because Ye's indifferent and nonchalant attitude had stepped on her landmine. She hated people like him who didn't take her seriously.

The next moment—a terrifying feeling of unease surged from the depths of his heart, even more chilling than the feeling of almost beheading him.

This guy—! What on earth is going on? His strength is so great that I didn't even have a chance to react...

"Since you are the son of King Arthur, then let me use what you are most familiar with to send you back to Valhalla." Night said this, and the next moment, he directly loaded Mordred's most familiar concept weapon onto the armor.

Since they've already cosplayed as the 'White Dragon Emperor' once,

Night doesn't mind playing the way the Crimson Dragon Emperor uses the Holy Sword again, loading the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword Ascalon onto his gauntlets, and using the longsword like a hidden dart or rapier, just like Yao Lan.

The next moment, a radiant sword blade shot out from the dragon claw!

The Star Sword 'Original Codex', which had a slightly different appearance but was incredibly familiar, strange yet similar, suddenly appeared in Mordred's eyes.

Beneath the horned helmet, Mordred's pretty face contorted in shock and rage, her pupils contracting: "That's...!"

There's no mistake... Damn it, there's no mistake...

how come……

Countless nights and nights she dreamt of obtaining one of the two holy swords in place of her father, the radiant holy sword that would prove her true identity as the chosen one.

Why is my father's sword in this guy's body...!

"Try to dodge this sword again." For Night, the true wielder of the Holy Sword, the Savior God Blade has always been one of his strongest divine artifacts and weapons. He has mastered it countless times, and even without releasing his Noble Phantasm, each sword strike can unleash a terrifyingly brilliant slash, just like the release of the Holy Sword.

The moment a sword strike, already at the level of a god, was unleashed...

There was no time to react, or even any chance to react at all. The power emanating from the condensed true ether and the radiance of the holy sword was like stitching together a sword (light cannon) capable of easily slicing through planets into a slender beam of sword light.

That terrifying radiance made Mordred experience a sudden, fleeting moment of clarity, as if she were dreaming of her great-grandmother—no, of the scene at Gladiolus Hill.

Driven by an instinctive fear deep within his DNA, he involuntarily cried out in a daze, "Father...King...!"

Chapter Sixty-Two: In my presence, you will always be a child who has never grown up.

Bang! This process, which transcends light and sound, was so clearly perceived by Mordred's mind that it was too late to notify her Master for help.

Even if you use a Command Spell to relocate Mordred, it won't be in time.

'Are you going to die? '

'He actually died from the brilliance of that Star Sword.'

'This is probably the fate of a traitor. So be it... to die by my father's sword, so be it...'

As the shadow of death descended, all violent emotions seemed to dissipate, leaving only sorrowful memories and that which could never be touched—the cheek of the noble king!

The rebellious knight will eventually face the judgment of the holy sword!

Crack! Mordred's horned helmet was the first to shatter.

The helmet, which had been used by legend to conceal its identity and true name and was barely at the level of a Noble Phantasm, which concealed its infidelity, had already shattered like paper before it even reached the sword light, drawn by the outermost aura.

When the helmet shattered, it revealed a face that bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the Knight King Artoria.

Sudden……

The holy sword's radiance, just before it reached them, bypassed them and struck the Tokyo Tower in the distance behind them.

Boom~! ! ! !

As one of Tokyo's most iconic buildings, it collapsed with a loud bang.

Mordred had a bright red scratch on his cheek, but at least his head remained intact on his neck.

For someone whose martial arts have reached the conceptual divine realm level, let alone making the sword light bend, even a fully released ultimate technique can be easily withdrawn.

It can control its flow with ease! Even a cascading waterfall can be pushed upstream, and the idea that spilled water cannot be recovered simply doesn't exist for it.

That was Sasaki Kojiro, who trained every day with a swallow, a mythical beast comparable to a dragon. Even Scáthach, who could kill gods with a flick of her wrist, could not reach such a 'miracle'.

If one had to put it in perspective, it was the extraordinary perception of the Saint Seiya within Night, and the powerful characteristics brought about by the Seeker of the Way and the Overlord of the Way, which far surpassed the world system—a miracle that no one else could replicate.

The reason for letting Mordred go was not because of Mordred's earlier mention of "father," but because after shattering the horned helmet, Night suddenly saw an incredibly familiar face.

It has some differences from Ash, but its appearance is very similar.

Even if Ash's initial appearance was indeed influenced by that ahoge face, Night had never seen a real ahoge face in reality. In addition, he did not create the face completely based on the ahoge face. No matter how similar the attire and temperament are, the ahoge face of the Norse Ash and the ahoge face of the Moon World are definitely not the same.

But Mordred's appearance was incredibly similar at that moment. Upon seeing that familiar face, Night instinctively stopped, and at the same time realized a problem.

In the Moon World, where many Heroic Spirits share the same face, wouldn't even 'Ash' be affected?

No, if we're talking about being affected, it seems more likely that 'Ashes' are in turn affecting the other ahoge (cowlicks).

Besides, there is another possibility.

Is the 'ash' in this world related to the legend of King Arthur?

The era when night was active in Northern Europe was very close to the origin and time of the Arthurian legend.

With Ash's immense power and magical skills comparable to those of a god, it would be easy for her to live into that era.

If she had truly survived to the time of the Knight King, what identity would she have held on that land?

Subconsciously, Ye remembered Morgan, the Saber-class summoned by Ayaka Sajou not long ago. Morgan was undoubtedly a Lostbelt King-level Spirit Origin, which made Ye realize that Morgan did not come from Pan-Human History.

Sajō Ayaka, who doesn't possess any artifacts and only summons through affinity, and given her connection to beasts, and considering that Night is a beast class, even if Sajō Ayaka summons the ahoge (sharp-faced) ahoge, it should be the awesome Sodom beast Draco, not Morgan.

The fairy queen and Ayaka Sajou had absolutely no compatibility in personality, and in most parts of the world, the one who responded to Ayaka was the Knight King (both male and female), who was Morgan's nemesis.

Instead of summoning the Old Sword and Artoria, or Nero and Beast Nero, it summoned the Fairy Queen Morgan.

If Morgan's reason for responding to the summons wasn't because of Sajō Aika, then it could only be because...

I recalled the time when Sajou Aika used me almost like a half-sacred relic.

No matter how impossible it may seem... Ye, who has already reached the outflow stage and the level of a single universe, and possesses the same amount of supersensory perception as the entire universe, would never ignore this sudden whim.

Could 'Morgan' really be...?

Oh no, if that's really the case, then Mordred wasn't wrong to call him 'Father' just now.

Mordred: "Why?!"

At this moment, Xiao Mo finally came to her senses, subconsciously touched her neck, and then found it hard to believe that she was still alive, her eyes becoming extremely dazed.

She was absolutely certain that she had just felt that the enemy truly wanted to kill her, so why did they stop at the end?

It's not about suddenly wanting to humiliate yourself and then holding back.

It was quite clear that it wasn't some trivial reason, but the other party had indeed let me off the hook.

Because of what?

Suddenly... the intimate contact between the gauntlet and her skin, the icy touch on her neck, made Mordred finally realize that her helmet had been shattered.

helmet?

It was easy to connect the dots and guess why the other party suddenly stopped, not to mention the obvious lie that he hadn't aimed properly and missed. Mordred felt a strange sense of panic and complicated confusion.

Did you stop because you saw her face?

Huh? This is an even more outrageous truth than missing such an obvious 'lie' to deceive a three-year-old. Is that even possible?

She was certain that she had never seen the white dragon armor in her previous life, nor did she recognize the female heroic spirit with the gun opposite her.

If they weren't acquaintances from the same era, why would they let themselves off the hook just because of a face?

Ye's calm voice rang out at that moment: "It just missed..."

Xiao Mo: "You're lying!!! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Xiao Mo's face immediately turned red with anger.

Night: "Before me, you will always be no different from a child who never grows up..."

If Mordred is indeed a cyborg created by Morgan using Artoria's blood, and if Morgan really thinks the same way, then...

Yes, so Mordred in this world is indeed his child.

Of course—provided they're cute enough. Daughters are meant to be pampered, but sons are a different story.

Meanwhile, Mordred trembled, a strange feeling rising within her... What did that tone and these words, like those of a parent or elder scolding their child, mean?!

Wait, what's going on? At this moment, Mordred couldn't help but think—ah, if only I had just died, maybe it would have been better. It would have been over and done with, and I wouldn't have had to suffer from this panicked feeling that was controlling my brain.

Chapter Sixty-Three: How to Make a Brat Feel Guilty for a Lifetime in Just Three Minutes!

What the hell, what the hell...

An inexplicable awkwardness made Xiao Mo feel flushed, and she didn't even know why. She wanted to hide and roll on the ground to vent her frustration.

The way that fatherly tone and manner of scolding his child was something Mordred, who had never experienced this feeling before, couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong with, but she instinctively felt a kind of 'fear of returning home' panic.

This panic terrified her...

No, who is she? Mordred, the only legitimate heir of King Arthur and a powerful, rebellious knight, actually seems to want to back down when facing this person. What is this strange atmosphere?!

Wanting to know the truth, yet also vaguely afraid to know it, that twisted feeling was driving Mo Zai, who could be described as a 'left-behind child' who lacked fatherly love since childhood, almost insane.

So dignified, so generous, so—friendly—! It was a feeling I had never experienced before, but I didn't dislike it.

They were clearly enemies—white armor, a white dragon. If one had to pinpoint any resemblance between them in life, it would only be to the white dragon Vortigern, the monster who was the enemy of the king and the other members of the Round Table.

Mordred gripped his sword tightly: "Explain yourself—why did you stop? Could it be—could it be that you...had some connection with me in your past life?"

"Fool—have you become so deranged that you can't even remember your own past life? I've never met you before... that's all."

However, it was not denied that there was no connection between the two.

This ambiguous answer immediately annoyed Mordred. She became increasingly impatient and anxious, and how could she possibly accept such a vague answer?

"Damn it! Stop dawdling... Don't try to escape, answer my questions clearly. You still haven't said whether we are connected or why you let me go. So—you and I are related, right?! In that case, I'll just beat you until you spit it out."