Upon hearing Albion, Vali was snapped out of his thoughts, 'what is it Albion?'
[That White Dragon we saw…no never mind I must be mistaken.]
The Hakuryuukou blinked upon hearing the dragon's hesitant and unsure voice, when was the last time Albion had ever spoken like that? 'Never,' realized Vali as his frown deepened, what could cause the Vanishing Dragon, one of the strongest dragons in the world to act like that.
"Vali are you okay?" frowned Arthur, forcing the Hakuryuukou back to the present.
"I'm fine, come on Arthur I have some things I wish to speak to you about," replied Vali as he turned around and walked away.
Issei sighed as he walked down the streets, still in Mordred's form, not wanting to change back least he still had followers observing him. 'Are you sure you wanted to give up Caliburn like that Mordred? Wasn't that what you always wanted?' he asked.
{I'm sure, that's not the Caliburn I want to prove myself to…and besides it's like you said, 'I need to stop chasing after the legend of others and start making my own.'}
[Be that as it may, was it really such a wise idea to let him go? He could still do quite some damage.]
'He has a point Mordred,' agreed Issei as the teen doubled back through an alleyway, just in case they were being followed.
{He was being manipulated by that mockery of a sword to kill his family members, I understand how he is feeling. That's why I let him go, being forced to never see his sister again is punishment enough.}
Issei blinked in surprise for a minute before a small smile crept along his female face, 'you really thought this through Mordred. I'm proud of you.'
{O-of course, what else could you expect from the only knight to ever surpass my 'father'.}
Issei just laughed at the knight's flustered tones before he heard the sulking voice of Ddraig muttering something in the background of his mind. 'You say something Ddraig?' asked Issei, getting a sigh from the dragon.
[I just wish you didn't have to use that power.]
{And what's wrong with it!}
[It's insulting to see myself and the White One working together like that!]
'Ddraig you realize that they're not really you and Albion, just weaker copies made from your memories?' reasoned Issei, trying to lower the tension between Mordred and Ddraig before a fight broke out.
[I'm not sure if that's better or worse…]
{Regardless, what are we going to do about your house, it was destroyed by Artemis remember?}
'Apparently, Scáthach has something planned,' replied Issei, getting scoffs from both Mordred and Ddraig.
[As long as we're not staying the night in the Land of Shadows again I'll be happy.]
{Agreed. I don't know how Lancer could stand it there.}
'Nah she said since I'm considered a descendant of Cu Chulainn that she had a surprise for me...what was its name? Dún Delga?' replied Issei as he took one last look around their surroundings before exiting the install state.
Whatever the case he was just looking forward to a good night's sleep for a change, which sadly was not going to be very often afterwards since Lugh would be arriving tomorrow for the interrogation of the Greeks.
The head of the Pendragon family growled as he tore the piece of paper in front of him to pieces before turning to face the other Pendragon leaders, "so does someone want to tell me how a descendant of Mordred escaped our notice!"
There was silence as everyone refused to meet his gaze, causing the head of the family to sigh tiredly as he rubbed his temples. "Very well then, can someone explain why Arthur decided to work with Kokabiel? Or how the descendant of Mordred got her hands on Clarent?" he asked.
One of the branch members stood up, "actually I checked the vaults, Clarent is still there. Whatever blade Mordred is using; it is not our Clarent."
"That does not mean that her blade is not Clarent," announced another member.
The head of the Pendragon family frowned, "what do you mean Uther?"
The blonde man looked at the head leader in the eyes as he replied, "how do we know that the Claret we have is the real one? It was recovered from the Battle of Camlann, yes. But how do we know this family of Mordred's didn't swap out the real blade for a fake one after the battle? After all, has Clarent ever shown a hint of power since we obtained it?"
Again there was a deep silence from the leaders present as they all silently began to digest what Uther had just proposed with varying expressions, none of them good. "Regardless of what the blade is, it still managed to overpower a complete Excalibur. That alone means that it is something to be worried about," concluded the head of the family.
"The real question is how are we going to deal with them? Which leads me to my next topic, Uther I want you to hunt them both down. It's the only way we're going to appease the Church and Devils," he ordered, getting shocked expressions from everyone present.
"Why are you asking me, a member of one of the branch families, to recapture them?" asked Uther with a frown.
The head of the Pendragon family just sighed, "because after Arthur, you are the best fighter we have, you're the only one with a chance to recapture them."
Uther's frown deepened, "you expect me to capture both the descendant of Mordred and Arthur by myself? Are you mad? They have both Clarent and Caliburn on their side, there is no way I can win."
A smile appeared on the leader of the Pendragon family as he held a large wooden box out to Uther, getting gasps from most of the older members present. "Caliburn isn't the only relic we have…nor is it the strongest," grinned the older man as he opened the box.
Uther gasped as he saw the weapon, "is that…"
"Indeed, and if you succeed then the relic is yours," promised the Head of the Pendragon family. "After all, what better weapon to bring down the descendant of the Knight of Treachery."
Uther was silent for a couple of seconds before he gripped the lance and nodded, "alright I'll do it. So what's my next move?"
"For now just focus on training with the weapon, once those two traitors raise their heads again…we will send for you," instructed the older male.
"Understood," nodded Uther in understanding as he saluted the main branch member.
"How's our new Bishop dealing with her change?" asked Rias, looking at Akeno.
"Not very well," admitted the Queen as a sigh escaped her throat. "She doesn't seem to want to be near us right now, we should be thankful Issei offered to take care of her until things settled down. I don't think either her or Kiba would accept living near each other, at least until they get to know each other."
"I see, well that's fine. We both know Issei is a good person, so Le Fay is in good hands, at least until we can get a proper alias for her. Besides the more we have him taking care of her, the closer ties we'll get with him and his faction," sighed Rias, before turning to the unmoving form of Koneko.
"Buchou, she still hasn't woken up yet and it's been a whole day," muttered the Queen in a worried tone.
"I know Akeno, but you heard what happened from Kiba, that was Senjutsu. Unless you secretly became a master of that form of power without telling me then there is nothing we can do," replied the Gremory heiress.
"We could ask around for a well-known user of Senjutsu for help," argued Akeno, getting a shake from Rias.
"We do that and we're announcing to the whole Underworld that Koneko's become dangerous, and remember what happened to Gasper when we did that?" answered the red head. "Besides this might be a problem specific to Nekoshou anyway, so the only person we could ask is currently an SS class Stray Devil."