Souya did not even know how many times he had been attacked in this church.
First, it was the Empress's poisonous chains, then Atalante's divine strike. This time, after fighting a battle and finally managing to enjoy his wife's lap pillow for a rest, he was about to take a Noble Phantasm to the face before even seeing who the newcomer was.
Souya wanted to cry but had no tears.
Am I not God's Saint, His most valued underling? Why is this church, which belongs to the Holy Church, countering me so hard?!
The current situation did not allow him to dwell on this matter.
In merely an instant, Saber's Noble Phantasm, that silver sword flashing with crimson lightning, struck toward Souya.
The location of her slash was precise, dodging Morgan and Souya's upper body resting in her arms, landing right at his lower abdomen.
If he let the greatsword fall, Souya would not have a lower half at all.
Just as the lightning flashed, and before Sisigou could react, Morgan spoke.
"Mordred."
There were no emotional fluctuations. She merely called out the attacker's name. Yet such a simple action forcefully caused the sword wreathed in lightning to halt in midair. No matter how violently the crimson lightning raged, it could not fall.
"...Royal Mother."
Mordred tried hard to make her body move, but the curse that existed within her body even after she became a Heroic Spirit made it absolutely impossible for her to break free from Morgan's control.
That was a punishment imposed by an annoyed Morgan when she was a child, after she committed arson fifteen times consecutively in Camelot within a single month.
Specifically, it meant that with just a command from Morgan, she would stop whatever action she was currently taking and become unable to act independently, making it easier for the other knights to apprehend her.
This was a detrimental trick she came up with as a bratty child wanting to gain her mother's attention. Who would have thought it would work again hundreds of years later?
"Mordred?"
Hearing Morgan's words, Souya instinctively sat up and looked toward the direction of the church doors.
Seeing the young girl knight, whose eye color was different from his memory, currently maintaining a sword-swinging posture with a face full of defiance and rebellion, he froze.
Why do these clear, lake-water-blue eyes look so familiar?
When Mordred saw that gigolo stand up and look at her instead of running away after being saved by her Royal Mother, her expression turned ferocious.
"Hey! Gigolo! What are you looking at! Believe it or not, I will kill you the moment I break free from this control!"
Before Souya could respond, Morgan stood up. Standing beside him, she looked at Mordred with an indescribable gaze.
After a long while, her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke.
"We have not seen each other in so long, yet it seems you have not matured in the slightest. You are still as irritable and impatient, Mordred."
Hearing Morgan's words and looking at those azure eyes that seemed to carry disappointment, Mordred's heart ached. Her eyes stung inexplicably.
Haven't matured in the slightest.
No one could understand how devastating that sentence was to Mordred. She had done so much, learned so much, only to receive a "have not matured" in the end.
Instinctively, the young girl's gaze darted fiercely to Souya beside her. With red eyes, she shouted at him.
"It is all because of you! You bastard who dared to seduce my Royal Mother!"
Souya felt a headache coming on.
Souya felt his mind was a mess. He truly did not know how to explain the relationship between him and Morgan to Mordred.
Regarding Morgan and Artoria, who had been altered by his interference, how exactly was Mordred born?
Looking at those eyes that were so similar to his own, could it be that she was the child belonging to him and Morgan?
But that pale gold hair.
He had gray hair, and Morgan had white hair. Mordred's hair color should at least be grayish-white.
Moreover, this blonde hair, combined with this appearance identical to Morgan's, definitely had Artoria's shadow.
Could it be that she is a homunculus Morgan created using her and Artoria's blood?
If that is the case, then the relationship between me and Mordred is even more complicated!
To Mordred, am I considered a stepfather or a stepmother?
Or, my eye color, Artoria's hair color, Morgan's appearance. Could Mordred be the child of all three of us?!
Under Mordred's murderous glare, Souya cast his eyes to Morgan, who had a complex expression.
"Lady Morgan."
A voice interrupted this family drama.
"Hey, hey, hey. There must be some misunderstanding here. Between parent and child... how about you wait until business is concluded before communicating privately?"
Only at this moment did Sisigou, standing outside the doors, finally realize what had happened. He hurriedly squeezed through the doors and blocked in front of Mordred.
"You are Mordred's Master?"
Seeing this guy who popped out suddenly, Morgan evaluated him. Upon seeing his fierce face, leather jacket, and sunglasses, her beautiful azure eyes frowned imperceptibly.
Amakusa and Semiramis beside him had also reacted. Amakusa immediately spoke up to cooperate with Sisigou to smooth things over, while Semiramis watched this scene with a smile on her lips, looking at Morgan, a woman whose aura and status were similar to her own.
"Yes, Caster. This is our final Master, an excellent magus dispatched by the Mage's Association. As for the name... Kairi Sisigou, right?"
Looking at the crowd before him, Amakusa picked up Sisigou's topic and said with a smile.
"Right. So, Madam, how about we finish discussing business first, and then handle the matters between you and my Servant after business is done."
Looking at Morgan, whose beautiful face was covered by a black veil, whose eyes were icy, and whose entire body exuded a mysterious aura, sweat seeped from Sisigou's forehead.
He truly could not handle this kind of woman, who looked smart and dangerous at first glance. Such a person was Saber's mother.
Thinking of how Mordred had acted in front of him previously regarding her Royal Mother, Sisigou finally understood her feelings.
The pressure is immense.
Morgan had no intention of objecting. She casually dispelled the restraints on her rebellious daughter, then sat down on the pew together with Souya.
Seeing that things were getting back on track, Amakusa and Sisigou breathed a sigh of relief, then took their seats with their respective Servants.
"Then, let us begin by exchanging intelligence."
Looking at Mordred, who still occasionally glared at Souya, Amakusa felt a headache.
Amakusa spoke according to his prepared speech.
"Regarding the Black Faction, based on existing intelligence, Saber is the Dragon-Slaying Great Hero, Siegfried. Lancer should be the Lord who can enjoy mythological-level buffs in Romania, Vlad III. The rest are unknown."
"And the Red Faction, our side, are all powerful Servants. Besides that, there is the descent of Ruler, the holy maiden from the period of the Hundred Years' War in France, Jeanne d'Arc."
"Ah, it seems they are all tough characters to deal with."
Sisigou sighed. Although he looked rough on the outside, he was meticulous and had an understanding of the Servants that might appear this time.
"Then, judging from the situation, Saber's True Name should be one of the Knights of the Round Table, correct?"
Amakusa cast his gaze at Mordred, who was staring non-stop at Souya.
"Based on that crimson lightning and aura, could it be the Treacherous Knight, Mordred?"
"Yes."
Sisigou helplessly agreed.
Originally, according to his caution, Saber's True Name had to be hidden. This would guarantee their safety and make it easier for them to act independently.
Because of this incident, it definitely could not be kept a secret anymore.
He sighed. He thought of something else and asked Amakusa a question.
"So, besides Saber, is there another Knight of the Round Table among our Servants? Do you know who it is?"
Hearing Sisigou's words, not only was Amakusa stunned, but everyone present, including Morgan and Semiramis, looked over at the same time.
Another Knight of the Round Table? Who? Are all the classes not full?
Souya did not react immediately either.
He quickly realized that this likely had to do with himself. Strictly speaking, besides Mordred, there was indeed another Knight of the Round Table present.
That was him, Lamorak.
But how did Sisigou know about this?
Could it be Mordred?
Looking at Mordred's blue eyes, which were now looking at him with a different meaning, Souya felt as if he had grasped a key point and had a guess in his heart.
Amakusa had a blank expression and replied.
"No? The identities of our Servants in all classes have already been determined. Aside from Saber being Mordred, there are no other Knights of the Round Table. Why do you ask this question, Mr. Sisigou?"
"There isn't?"
Sisigou was slightly stunned. He instinctively looked up at Mordred, only to find that she was currently staring at Souya unblinkingly. In addition to resentment, the emotions in her eyes now held a bit more speculation and confusion.
After learning there were no other Knights of the Round Table, Amakusa chatted with Sisigou for a while longer. Upon confirming there was no more intelligence to exchange, he forcefully took Sisigou and Semiramis out of the church under the pretext of treating Sisigou to tea. He left the space to them to resolve this family conflict.
Sitting inside the church, looking at Morgan holding his hand, and Mordred standing opposite them, Souya felt a wave of pressure.
How should I start.
Think about my memories. Think about the wisdom of predecessors.
The image of another friend from the Round Table, Sir Lancelot, who in the future would experience child-related issues just like him, surfaced in Souya's mind.
Because he had not experienced this kind of thing in either life, Souya let his mind wander wildly. He did not expect Morgan to suddenly speak up.
"Mordred. He is your father."
Almost simultaneously, Souya and Mordred abruptly looked up. When the former saw Morgan pointing at him and saying this to Mordred, his expression became bewildered.
The latter, after a moment of shock, instantly became furious.
"Stop joking! Royal Mother! My Father-King is King Arthur, Artoria! It could never be this gigolo!"
Morgan spoke to Mordred with a serious face.
"I know. That is why I said he is your father, not your Father-King."
"Is there a difference between the two?!!"
Hearing Morgan's words, Mordred's anger grew hotter.
She thought Morgan was looking for excuses to shield Souya. Seeing her target her like this for the sake of this wild man, she instantly became furious.
She shouted loudly.
"Royal Mother! How did you become like this? Have you even forgotten those vows you once told me, all for the sake of this bastard?!"
"Since you like this man, then what about Lamorak! Did you not say he was the person you loved most, the only one you loved?! Are you worthy of him?!"
"Or are you being bewitched by this hateful guy using Command Spells?! If that is the case, I will definitely tear him into ten thousand pieces!"
Listening to Mordred's barrage of questions, both Souya and Morgan tacitly fell silent.
Just as Mordred saw them like this and thought they had a guilty conscience, Morgan raised her hand to interrupt her.
"I have never forgotten my vows, Mordred. The man before you... is Lamorak."
Hearing Morgan's words, Mordred froze.
She instinctively thought Morgan was lying or had been deceived. But when she saw her eyes were as azure and clear as ever, she fell silent.
Only then did she realize her mother was Morgan, the Queen of Britain, the Master of Fairies, the one whose magecraft attainments were unmatched in that era.
For someone like her, even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, it was absolutely impossible to be bewitched or forcefully controlled by Command Spells.
Furthermore, since ancient times, Morgan had never lied to her.
Her pride made her disdain lying.
Is this guy in front of me truly Lamorak?
How is this possible! Even if he had the aura of a Knight of the Round Table on him, even if she inexplicably felt he had a connection to her, a modern magus and a heroic knight from centuries ago could not possibly be the same person!
"Since you say so, Royal Mother, then where is the evidence? How are you going to prove he is Lamorak?"
Although she had not met Lamorak herself, as someone who grew up listening to that guy's stories and viewed Lamorak as her idol under the influence of Morgan and Artoria, Mordred felt she could recognize him at a glance even if she had never met him.
Mordred cast a provocative look at Souya.
"Evidence?"
Hearing Mordred's questioning, Morgan froze slightly.
She really could not produce this. She could recognize that Souya was Lamorak because she knew Lamorak actually was not a person of that era, and she could recognize him from his soul's aura.
If the other party were Artoria, then making her recognize Lamorak would naturally be no problem at all.
But Mordred.
Just as Morgan was feeling somewhat troubled, Souya gently patted Morgan's shoulder, then stepped forward and said.
"Um, actually, I can prove that I am Lamorak."