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"Is it a man called Cu Chulainn?"

"Yeah!"

Mordred nodded repeatedly.

"That's the name!"

"This guy is too powerful, isn't he? He can get up no matter how hard he's beaten. He's just like a dog!"

Mordred said this with great enthusiasm.

And Ian and Ophelia both knew that she was talking about her experience in the simulated battle.

"I didn't expect it to be true... and not a system error?"

The top student magician sighed and continued to ask:

"And before that?"

"Do you remember why you were there?"

"You were just pulled here?"

Mordred used his hands to simulate a rope.

“It’s like I was fishing, and then the rod moved, and I thought I had caught a big fish, but the next second the fish suddenly pulled it away!”

"Can you understand that feeling? It's so scary!"

Mordred who said this didn't look like a "Servant" at all, but more like a fisherman who had gone empty-handed.

Ian, who knew what was going on, tried to comfort her:

"fine."

"It's not a big deal."

"Right, Ophelia?"

"..."

"Yeah." Ophelia nodded.

In fact, the problem is still quite big - after all, it involves the power of the "Heroic Spirit" level.

But Ian said so.

I can't just ignore Mordred's face.

"Then Mordred, can you show yourself a little bit?" Ophelia continued.

"After all, I was summoned with great difficulty. It would be a pity not to let others know my strength or something."

Ophelia seemed to know how to grasp Mordred's mentality.

Just a few simple words were enough to gain the other party's affirmation.

"Okay!"

“Then let’s go with this one—!”

Mordred said this, and a blue light flashed back in his green eyes.

It was the same deep color as Morgan's, as if her eyes had fallen into the ocean.

"Clarent!"

As Mordred shouted these words, a dazzling light began to gather in her hands.

That is the brilliance that only the purest silver will reveal in front of others after responding to her will!

A long cross sword slowly took shape and fell into her hand.

"This is……"

Ophelia could feel the magic overflowing from it just by looking at it.

This is definitely not just the power that comes from Mordred himself.

But it was a more profound magical blessing - she must have been a pampered child.

"Can I see it?"

Ophelia asked, panting slightly.

As a magician, she simply could not resist the temptation of such an object that carried powerful magic.

however--

"No way!"

Mordred hid the Clarent sword behind his back.

"This is something the king gave me. How can I just let you study it casually?"

"..."

Ophelia couldn't refute such words.

After all, it is not an easy thing even for the "Master" to touch the "Servant's" Noble Phantasm.

What's more, I am an outsider.

but--

Ophelia stared at the brilliant sword Clarent in Mordred's hand, unable to look away.

It is something full of temptation for any magician!

And at this dilemma——

Ian on the side spoke up:

"Mordred, let her see."

"Eh?"

Ophelia looked at Ian who said this and was very surprised.

She didn't expect that he would speak for her at this time.

"Well……"

Mordred pouted.

"Then Father...Master, please tell me first, what is the relationship between this guy and you?!"

"Why should I show her my sword when she said she wanted to see it?"

"..."

Mordred was very blunt in his words.

Ophelia had no idea how to answer.

She could only hope that Ian beside her could help her.

But actually——

He did help.

It's just that the method is a little subtle.

The tall Ian reached out and held Ophelia's head.

He opened his mouth and said:

"She is my maid."

"Eh--?!"

Mordred and Ophelia shouted at the same time.

"No, what are you shouting for?"

Mordred looked at Ophelia in confusion.

"Father... Master, is he wrong?"

"..."

Ophelia knew she had set Ian up again.

But in order to be able to touch the brilliant and glorious sword (Clarent), she could only swallow her anger and accept it.

"Correct."

"I am his maid."

"Oh……"

Mordred seemed to suddenly realize something.

"In that case, I can show it to you."

"but--"

She was still very careful.

"Don't do anything weird."

"I know."

"Well, let me show you then."

Ophelia carefully took the Clarent sword from Mordred.

As a magician, she could feel the strong magical power on it, and in order to prevent it from harming herself, Mordred deliberately suppressed it.

This is an experience that a magician will only have a few times in his entire life.

It seems——

Ian has a good side sometimes.

But this guy actually asked me to take the initiative to admit my identity as a maid.

What a bad taste.

But never mind that for now.

Ophelia focused all her attention on the Clarent Sword in front of her.

She wanted to study this so badly.

At this time, Ian once again pulled Mordred aside.

After making sure that Ophelia wouldn't notice this, he said:

"Mordred, I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Morgan, the king you mentioned, where did she die?"

Ophelia was kept in the dark;

But Ian was very clear-headed.

The reason why Mordred was summoned was entirely because of using his own blood.

What if——

If Morgan's holy relic can be found.

Can we summon her now?

As her favorite child, Mordred must know some information.

Ian felt that hope was just around the corner.

However, things did not develop as he imagined.

Mordred then said:

"I do not know."

"You do not know?"