Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Not only does she not fit the image of the Camelot royal family, but you couldn't find another like her even among the Knights of the Round Table.

The girl didn't care at all about the criticism.

In her view, only victory matters.

If it's for victory, you can slash with a sword, kick with your feet, punch with your fists, or even bite your enemy with your teeth.

This is my mission—

Only I can bring glory to my father!

Compared to the eldest daughter, who received mixed reviews, the younger sister Artoria was clearly the more popular one.

If Mordred inherited the king's fighting talent, then Lily can be said to have inherited the king's leadership qualities.

She is a natural leader, and could even be called an icon.

Lily's appearance was like that of a lovely white lily, and her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle with an inspiring light of hope.

Mordred knew perfectly well that he could never match his sister in winning people over.

But it doesn't matter.

That kind of thing is fine no matter what.

What can ignorant people who can't even read understand?

I'm not fighting for those who can't understand me; I'm fighting only for my father!

My father must have seen it.

My efforts, my excellence, my sincerity, my everything—

My father will see it all clearly.

Yes, just like when we were kids.

My father would always praise me gently after I beat my sister in a race.

When I accidentally did something wrong, my father would always patiently comfort me.

The first person in this world to acknowledge me was my father.

I only need his approval.

He didn't care about the opinions of others; all of them combined couldn't compare to his father.

My glory and honor belong only to my father.

Of course—one day, I will inherit everything from my father.

Although Mordred and Artoria became rivals, their relationship did not deteriorate as a result.

Several years ago, Mordred approached Lily and aggressively challenged her.

"Artoria, you've become quite conspicuous lately. Have you gotten too cocky after being praised by those around you?"

Hmph... Don't be too happy yet, my time is about to begin!

I will prove to everyone that I am King Arthur's best child!

There is no such thing as a sister who can lose to her younger sister!

I thought Lily would be timid like she was when she was little, but I was wrong—

"This... does it mean... Lady Mordred approves of me too?"

"Huh? Ah... that's not what I meant..."

"Okay~ I understand! Although it is... no, it is precisely because she is my most respected Mordred sister—"

So I accept your challenge! My dear sister, let's have a fair and square contest and support Father's cause together!

—That's really surprising.

Artoria's genuinely confident smile instilled fear in Mordred.

She had originally planned to teach this girl a lesson if she showed any weakness and said something like, "How can I compare to Sister Mordred?"

Unexpectedly, Lily had already undergone a complete transformation and no longer needed encouragement from her older sister.

Mordred curled the corners of her lips: "You really dare to say that, Artoria..."

Now that things have come to this, watch how I make you lose convincingly and utterly—

"Don't go complaining to your father later, okay?"

"To return your words, is it that Lady Mordred... has stopped crying in Father's arms?"

The two sisters exchanged knowing smiles.

The days that followed were like a storm every day.

Mordred and Lily, they strive in different ways—

The healthy competition between the two princesses brought a breath of fresh air to Camelot.

Although she doesn't have as many loyal fans as Artoria, Mordred has still amassed a large following.

People were moved by the spirit of the king's son who took the lead and rushed to the front line, and they followed her.

Even Mordred herself didn't realize that she had inherited her beloved father's leadership charisma; otherwise, she wouldn't have gained so much support.

However, this balance was broken one day—

The news that Artoria had been given the "Caliburn" sword by her father was secretly told to her by one of Mordred's attendants.

impossible!

Mordred instinctively denied it.

"Caliburn" is the origin of the Arthurian legend and one of the symbols of the King of Knights.

How could Father entrust something so important to Lily?

Unless—he has already decided to pass the throne to Artoria.

Thinking of this, Mordred almost stopped breathing.

Although she couldn't believe it, she still went to see Artoria.

Then she saw her father's golden sword, which her sister proudly wore at her waist.

"…………"

Mordred ignored Artoria's attempt to talk to him and ran away.

She stormed into her father's office deep inside Camelot, intending to confront him about why.

Why……?

What should I ask?

Her father believed that Artoria was a better successor, so he gave her the Sword of Choice.

This was her father's choice, and as a knight and as his daughter, she had no right to say anything.

Is this resentment and indignation in my heart a feeling of injustice?

No... no, that's not how it works.

This dark emotion is jealousy and inferiority.

Mordred only realized today that the feelings he had for his sister were actually feelings of inferiority.

What does "my own fighting style" mean?

It's just self-deception.

It's obvious that you only have this one way of fighting.

You can't shine like your father or Artoria.

You can't inspire people like they do, so you have to be at the forefront of the battlefield and shed your blood.

In this kingdom of Britain, countless powerful knights have come in adoration of Arthur's name.

There were simply too many warriors and strongmen gathered around the king.

However, there is only one person who can inspire and lead the people like the king—

That's something Mordred could never do, no matter how hard he tried.

That is proof that Artoria is the rightful heir to Britain.

By the time Mordred arrived at the office door, his anger had turned into despair.

"Huh? Mordred... what brings you here?"

King Arthur was overjoyed to see his daughter and went to greet her.

"Father...Master..."

Mordred bit her lip, not daring to look up and meet his gaze.

"what happened?"

The red-haired youth frowned in confusion: "Did someone bully you? Hahaha, just kidding..."

Who in Britain can bully us Mordred guys anymore?

Even Morgan, the witch, often comes to me to vent her frustrations because of her daughter.

Oh, please don't tell your mother what I just said, or I'm dead!

Mordred: “…”

"Oh, right, you've come at the perfect time. I have something I'd like to give you."

Arthur then opened the long box that was on the table—

Inside was a beautifully decorated silver sword.

The sword, seemingly imbued with warmth, emanated a powerful aura of true ether, making it an incredible demonic sword.

"this is?"

"The Demon Sword Clarent, Mordred, you must have heard of its legends, right?"

These were spoils of war I seized after fighting the governor of Gaul during the Roman invasion of Britain.

"The Clarent is the sword that symbolizes the Gallic monarchy, but now that I've taken it, there's no reason for me to return it."

King Arthur carefully stroked the magnificent silver sword, gazing into Mordred's eyes as he spoke.

“I intend to hand it over to you—it will henceforth represent the British monarchy.”

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I've retconned the book. The Artoria I wrote in the previous world was a magician, but now it's been changed to Lily.

Volume 5, Chapter 213: Xiao Mo: Dad, I was wrong! Stop hitting me!

“Eh…?”

Mordred stared in astonishment.

He entrusted Clarent, the symbol of royal power, to himself—

What this statement truly meant, a wise king could not possibly be unaware of.

"...Tsk!"

The girl gritted her teeth, her head spinning, and blurted out instinctively, "Don't joke with me!"

"Huh? I wasn't joking."

King Arthur tilted his head in confusion.

In fact, the king's appearance has never changed since Mordred could remember.

It is said that the king's time stopped at the moment he drew the "Sword of Choice," which was when he was 18 years old.

When Mordred was a child, she always felt that her father lacked authority, perhaps because of his youthful appearance.

Let alone comparing it to Morgan...