While Souya and Morgan were enjoying a tender moment of reunion, the other two factions had also successfully summoned the remaining Heroic Spirits, but each experienced some unexpected situations.
"Oh, it seems I've drawn a good card."
Looking at the crimson lightning that replaced the light of the summoning ritual, surprise and delight surfaced in Kairi Sisigou's eyes, which were hidden behind sunglasses.
With such an imposing aura and a mana consumption rate like a giant whale inhaling water, he had undoubtedly drawn one of the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table.
With this thought, the crimson lightning finally slowly subsided, revealing a silver-white knight clad in ferocious-looking armor engraved with countless red patterns.
He stood majestically in the cemetery, a cape fluttering in the wind behind him, leaning on a gorgeous silver-white greatsword surrounded by crimson lightning.
"Saber has answered the summon. I ask of you, are you my Master?"
As a melodious, maidenly voice rang out, under Sisigou's astonished gaze, the silver-white knight's helmet automatically retracted into the armor, revealing a head of messy pale gold hair tied into a short ponytail. Beneath the golden hair was the beautiful yet heroic face of a young girl.
At this moment, she was blinking her large, water-like blue eyes, sizing up Sisigou with curiosity.
"Yo, are you my Master? You look pretty sturdy!"
The young girl Saber greeted him with a grin.
"Ah? Oh, oh, hello, hello. I am your Master, Kairi Sisigou."
Seeming not to have recovered from Saber's grand entrance, Sisigou failed to keep up with the rhythm for a moment.
"Why do you look so surprised to see me? Didn't you specifically summon me?"
Noticing the fleeting look of astonishment on Sisigou's face, Saber said, suddenly a bit dissatisfied.
Saying this, she thumped the silver-white greatsword against the ground.
"Ah, well, although I'm sorry to say this, the fact is that the catalyst I used wasn't specifically meant to summon one particular person."
As he spoke, Sisigou pointed to the black fragment of unknown material lying at Saber's feet.
"But looking at you, I suppose you must definitely be a Knight of the Round Table, right?"
"Tch, a miscalculation. To think I was summoned so carelessly. But to use a fragment of the Round Table for summoning and not get Galahad... even with that guy's good temper, he didn't come out. It seems you are quite an interesting fellow."
As if somewhat dissatisfied, Saber casually crushed the fragment at her feet under Sisigou's pained gaze, then looked at the latter with a bright smile.
"Then, let's start with a self-introduction, Master."
"I am Mordred Pendragon, the last and strongest Knight of the Round Table, and the child of the Queen of Britain, Morgan, and King Arthur."
"How about it, Master? Are you excited? Are you thrilled?"
Having said that, the heroic young girl named Mordred flashed a hearty smile at Sisigou.
"Oh! To think it's the Treacherous Knight, Mordred! I didn't expect to have such good luck."
As expected, upon hearing little Mo's title, Sisigou opportunely revealed a look of pleasant surprise.
This wasn't a performance put on to cater to the young girl, but Sisigou's genuine feeling.
Unlike original history, the current little Mo, as the acknowledged Child of the King and the Knight of the Round Table who single-handedly fought tens of thousands of troops and rebelled against destiny, was highly revered in both historical records and literary fiction due to her legendary background and powerful deeds.
And in the idealistic Nasuverse, the strength of a Heroic Spirit is heavily related to the extent of their propagation in later generations.
It is highly possible that a Heroic Spirit who wasn't particularly strong in reality would receive massive buffs after the legends of later generations.
This point was exemplified by King Richard the Lionheart.
It wasn't that he wasn't strong in history, but his achievements were mostly reflected in governing the country and leading armies. He originally had no anecdotes related to divine artifacts like Holy Swords. However, because he was a massive fanboy of King Arthur and constantly claimed to the outside world that he possessed the true Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), he actually ended up with a Holy Sword of the same name and power after descending as a Heroic Spirit later on.
This shows how idealistic the concept of Heroic Spirits is.
And Sisigou, as a magus who had been immersed in the bounty hunter profession for years and had personally participated in several Subcategory Holy Grail Wars, naturally understood this principle.
And Mordred was recognized by later generations of magi as a Servant who had received a legend buff. Without a doubt, her strength was unparalleled.
However, as for the "strongest Knight of the Round Table" part, Sisigou automatically ignored it; it was best just to listen to it and let it pass.
"That's right, that's right! You've hit the jackpot by meeting me, Master!"
Having received her Master's acknowledgment, little Mo was visibly much happier. Even the armor on her body was dematerialized, revealing an undergarment suited for combat.
Clearly, she had also relaxed her vigilance and expressed trust in Sisigou as her Master.
But before she could say anything, Sisigou's next sentence annoyed her.
"It is indeed good luck. It's just that I truly didn't expect the Treacherous Knight who fought tens of thousands of troops alone would be a girl."
"Hah?!"
It was originally just an unintentional remark from Sisigou, but hearing it instantly made little Mo a bit unhappy.
"Hey, hey, hey, Master, what kind of talk is that? What's wrong with being a woman? Can't a woman go to the battlefield, kill enemies, and become strong like other knights?!"
"My mother, who ruled all of Britain and scared nations like Rome and Gaul into not daring to come close during her reign—wasn't she a great Queen, and also a woman? So you'd better not hold prejudices against women, Master!"
Saying this, little Mo very unhappily poked Sisigou in the kidney with her sword.
Seeing this, the latter was instantly startled and hurriedly dodged the silver greatsword, which was dyed red and white by crimson lightning.
"OK, I'm sorry. I was rude just now. I actually greatly respect those great and independent women. Rather than saying I have a prejudice against them, it's more accurate to say they have a great prejudice against me."
As an uncle-tier bounty hunter who had successfully survived past the age of 30, Sisigou had a strong desire to live. Seeing that little Mo didn't seem to like this topic, he hurriedly changed the subject.
"Well, since we can be considered to have initially met and established a partnership... as you can see, I am just a Necromancer whose companions are corpses. So may I ask, Mordred, why did you accept my summon?"
Speaking of this, Sisigou was truly a bit curious. As a Necromancer, he knew very well that his magical energy and affinity were undoubtedly an insult akin to throwing moldy bread at DIO to noble and great Heroic Spirits like the Knights of the Round Table.
Being such a person, what exactly did he rely on to call down this powerful Crimson Lightning Mordred?
"Hmm, I'm actually not too clear about this kind of thing myself."
Little Mo was clearly also attracted by this topic. She gave up the idea of poking Sisigou with the Royal Sword, resting her chin on one hand as she pondered.
"For me, I was originally standing on Camlann Hill just like before I died. Then suddenly, my vision went dark, I lost consciousness, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in front of you. And all that knowledge about Heroic Spirits, the Holy Grail War, the modern era, and so on, naturally flooded into my mind."
Having said this, little Mo smiled and patted Sisigou on the shoulder, saying:
"But it doesn't feel bad. At least for me, it's a very new experience."
"Is that so."
Sisigou imitated her earlier posture and also rested his chin on his hand.
After a long while, as if remembering something, he asked:
"So, do you also have an ideal you wish to entrust to the Holy Grail?"
"Of course not."
To Sisigou's surprise, upon hearing his words, little Mo immediately shook her head and denied the question.
"What I want does not need to be achieved through so-called external objects. The reason I was willing to accept your summon and come here this time is, first, I felt our affinity was quite good, so I figured it wouldn't be too bad. As for the second reason..."
At this point, little Mo seemed to sense something. Her gaze passed through the cemetery fence, looking towards another direction in Sighisoara, opposite them.
"I can feel that in this Holy Grail War, there are two connections that are very intimate to me. One might be my Mother, or perhaps my Father-King. As for the other one..."
The young girl paused slightly. After slightly experiencing that connection, she spoke slowly.
"It seems to be... my brother?"
At the same time, on the other side, an argument was taking place in the grand hall of the Black Faction.
"Wasn't I supposed to summon the female knight Bradamante?! Why did this weirdly dressed Astolfo come instead!"