My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Looking at Kirei Kotomine beside him, Risuke Kotomine was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say to guide him. He never expected that Pharaoh Ramses II was actually a Dead Apostle in secret.

At this point, the two members of the Holy Church had already taken the vampire into the Dead Apostles. They felt it necessary to hand over this important information, obtained at the intelligence gathering place, to the church upon their return.

Unexpectedly, Ramses II, this historical monarch, was actually a Dead Apostle in secret. From this perspective, summoning him in the future might not be the right choice.

The Dead Apostle was right next to me!

Meanwhile, somewhere in the theater, a blonde girl subconsciously turned her head to look at the seat to her right.

At that moment, in the box next to him, the real Ozymandias from the Type-Moon universe stared blankly at the screen.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?

At this moment, Ra's eyes were filled with astonishment; this was enough information to shock him for an entire year.

What exactly happened in that parallel world? Why did my fate become so absurd in that world?

An immortal vampire...

What exactly happened to me in this world? Why did I become like this, choosing to degenerate into a creature that dares not even see the sunlight?

However, it seems that the situation has changed now. After obtaining a new body, the self in that world is no longer afraid of sunlight.

However, the fact that he was a vampire before was destined to remain unchanged. Ramses II felt that he could not understand the thought process of that version of himself at all; he was desecrating the supreme glory of the Pharaoh.

Just as Ramses II was completely unable to comprehend it, the images on the screen began to shift as the Lord of Passion and the Pharaoh reached a cooperation agreement.

The screen then shifted to a magic circle, where a girl in a light blue dress smiled and said, "Then, let's begin the summoning."

As he finished speaking, he recited the modified incantation, and then a flash of light appeared, and an armored knight appeared in the summoning circle.

Looking at the knight, the blonde girl, who was initially surprised that the Egyptian pharaoh was a Dead Apostle, never expected that she would be caught up in the drama.

The summoned hero on the screen slowly uttered his name, while Mordred in reality wore a somewhat solemn expression.

It seems there will be a formidable enemy in the Holy Grail War I'm about to participate in. I felt that call even before I came to this world.

Having not chosen to refuse, Mordred now began to consider how he could achieve victory if he were to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Among the currently revealed beings, what weaknesses does that pharaoh possess that can be exploited? Judging from the meaning of his lines, it seems that the weakness of not being able to be exposed to sunlight has already been eliminated by him.

"This Holy Grail War is really quite troublesome."

Thinking of that same person laughing heartily on that streetlight before, Mordred felt a bit of pressure.

Stay calm, you absolutely must stay calm!

I'm determined to seize the Holy Grail. Besides, I've seen it all in so many worlds. I don't believe I can't deal with Ramses II with all my trump cards.

At this point, a smile appeared on Mordred's lips, and she exuded a calm and composed aura.

After remembering what she had, Mordred was not so panicked anymore, even though most of those items were one-time use items.

However, in reality, with just those items, he could have swept through the Holy Grail War in a single night.

"What haven't I, Mordred, seen? I hope that the Holy Grail War will bring me some joy in battle."

Mordred said in a calm tone, "In any case, I can't lose in terms of presence. I must maintain this calm presence no matter how low my chances are."

Just as she was thinking this, a message on the screen made her stand up instinctively.

"What... is going on?"

Staring at the woman on the screen, Mordred inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

"My father's beloved mother... Could this woman be secretly controlling my father again?"

Hearing Aika Sajou's words on the screen, Mordred, who was extremely surprised, muttered to herself.

No one paid attention to Mordred's voice, which only she could hear. At that moment, she began to think about a question.

When exactly did that person meet Father? And what were that person's goals?

Mordred was preoccupied with devising a battle plan for her Master, Ayaka Sajou.

As Mordred was summoned, the screen would occasionally switch between different scenes of summoning Heroic Spirits.

Quietly watching the summoning videos playing on the screen, many Masters were trying to study the composition of these Heroic Spirit summoning circles.

The possibility of reverse-analyzing the Holy Grail War is extremely low; they are trying to gain some inspiration from this summoning circle.

"This group of summoned beings... it's truly a battle of gods."

Recalling the information he had just seen, Mordred began to wonder if he had bought too few weapons.

Thinking about this lineup that could be described as a god-tier team, Mordred instantly felt a headache coming on.

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Mordred was completely unaware that the moment she stood up, she had attracted the attention of many people around her, and at that moment her "father" was looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Can anyone tell me... what exactly is happening in this world?"

With a blank stare at the screen, Artoria was filled with doubt. Who was that girl, and why would she say such things?

And... which parallel universe version of myself actually chose to fall in love with a girl?

Well, it's also possible that Mordred's Master is lying.

Artoria stared at the screen, trying to become a detective and discover more information. A series of plots unfolded on the screen, but Artoria remained calm and unmoved.

However, Kirei Kotomine nodded with certainty. People will eventually go to heaven, and heaven will be created... Ah, what a magnificent ideal.

Recalling those four words and the added difficulty, Kirei Kotomine, in his youth, felt a surge of pleasure brought about by the pressure of the challenge.

"What kind of gun is this?"

The first battle between Heroic Spirits quickly played on the screen. As Mordred, who seemed to have suddenly lost her mind, had her attack blocked, Artoria's pupils instantly narrowed.

That gun is the Holy Lance; I can't be mistaken!

At the same time, Mordred noticed something, and upon seeing this, she frowned:

"There's no mistake, that expression of mine, no doubt, the person I met must be Arthur!"

It looks like I'll be facing that person in the upcoming Holy Grail War. This time, I'll prove that I've already surpassed you!

Mordred felt that responding to the summons was indeed the right choice, and at the same time, the scene on the screen slowly transitioned from the Holy Lance blocking the attack to the wielder of the Holy Lance.

"Huh?"

Mordred's expression froze the moment he saw the Lord of the Holy Lance. Had he... mistaken him for someone else?

Although they do look very similar, the difference in size is too outrageous. It's impossible; this can't possibly be my father!

Meanwhile, Artoria, watching her other self on the screen choose the Holy Sword, was equally puzzled. How... how did you do that?

However, this posture was far too difficult to conceal; that face and the holy lance in hand had undoubtedly proven that the person was himself.

How exactly did I manage to disguise myself in front of the Knights of the Round Table? Surely we British Knights of the Round Table couldn't all be blind?

"No, my father could never have such large breasts. You are not my father!"

On the screen, Mordred uttered a startling statement. Xia Qing was stunned upon hearing this, as this was not what she remembered Mordred saying.

However, it seems that due to system interference, the intelligence gathering place is experiencing a slight error when playing information related to itself.

Never mind, it's not a big problem.

With this thought in mind, Xia Qing continued to reach for the snacks beside her. Unlike her calm demeanor, Mordred and Artoria both fell silent at this moment.

"Aaaaaah, what's wrong with me? How could I possibly say something like that?!"

Mordred was silently repeating this in his mind, while on the screen, Mordred left behind a message of "Sorry to bother you" and a bewildered White Gunner before immediately making his escape.

"It seems I've come to the wrong place... But I did sense Arthur's presence in this Holy Grail War. Hmm... Come to think of it, it's not just here, there's one over there too."

The woman who looks like Arthur might have blood related to her, which would explain the situation.

Because of their bloodline, her face was extremely similar to Arthur's. It was because of that relationship that Arthur came to see her and stayed there for a considerable period of time, which led to his misjudgment.

"Yeah, that must be it. There's no way that guy could have grown to that level."

Mordred nodded firmly, and after saying that, she began to head towards the location of the other Arthur's aura.

Hearing her words on the screen, Artoria's expression in reality was somewhat helpless. She hadn't expected Mordred's hatred for her to have reached such a high level.

Even after death, after becoming a Heroic Spirit, it still possesses this ability to track its own type.

"Arthur!"

Soon, Mordred arrived at the second location where she sensed a presence, and with her King Sword in hand, she charged towards it.

"what?"

Seemingly hearing someone call his name, the other King Arthur turned around in surprise to look at his side.

"Die, King of Knights!"

Mordred pointed her sword at the old sword and said this, but as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her seemed a little strange.

"Um...do we know each other?"

Looking at the Old Sword Mordred in front of her, she felt it looked somewhat familiar, but she didn't recognize it at first. Artoria, who saw this scene in the real world, shook her head.

Oh my god, even Lord Mordred becomes like this after becoming a Heroic Spirit? Because of her hatred for herself, she actually mistook a man in armor for herself.

Although the man's armor was somewhat similar to her own, no matter how she looked at it, she had nothing to do with men.

Others may not know, but surely I do. How could the King Arthur of my own world be a man?

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I mistook you for someone else. King Arthur couldn't possibly be a man."

Mordred took a closer look at the somewhat familiar figure in front of him and said somewhat awkwardly, "Have I not been resting well lately? How did I mistake a man for my father?"

"King Arthur couldn't have been a man? How could that be? King Arthur couldn't possibly not be a man."

Old Sword said with certainty that he was King Arthur himself, so how could he not know his own gender?

After saying this, Old Sword glanced at Mordred and already had a guess in his mind.

Could she be the kind of otaku girl I described in my attempts to indoctrinate her when I came to the real world, the one who couldn't distinguish between virtual and reality?

This era is truly hard to describe. I've heard that it's become fashionable to portray historical figures as women in stories.

At this moment, Jiu Jian felt that the world was going to the dogs and people's hearts were no longer what they used to be. Just then, footsteps came from afar.