Chapter 366: [366] I, Solomon, stand at the pinnacle of heroic spirits! The mastermind makes an appearance [1]
The blood-red light, just like during the Sword Barrier War, once again blossomed on the land of Britain.
And that King Arthur, emerging from the darkness, stood atop Buckingham Palace.
Her eyes cold and merciless, gazing at Mordred.
She swung the holy spear, said to maintain the surface of the world, and without a moment’s hesitation, launched her attack—
[The Spear Shining at the End—Rhongomyniad!]
The holy spear was completely unleashed, transforming into a pillar of light reaching the heavens.
Even with thirteen restraints binding its true power, it still radiated a star-like brilliance.
The pillar of the end was recklessly unleashing its might!
Under its terrifying power.
The Buckingham Palace beneath King Arthur was instantly consumed by the light of destruction, leaving nothing behind.
Clearly the perfect king who protects Britain, yet at this moment, she once again aimed her noble phantasm at Britain!
The onlookers felt a complex mix of emotions—
[Goodness, once again it’s Britain, and King Arthur vs. the Rebellious Knight, round two!]
[As expected of the Rebellious Knight, once again raising the cursed sword against her father!]
[So, can the cursed spear kill Little Mordred this time?]
[Little Mordred is really on fire, rushing up without hesitation upon seeing her father, truly filial to King Arthur!]
[Mordred: Oh strong father, what can I do for you? Accept this sword from your dutiful child!]
In reality, in Britain.
Bedivere, who was at Buckingham Palace, suddenly felt a bit worried: "Another battle has broken out, and the palace has been destroyed, this is troublesome!"
Previously, in the singularity of the "Holy Round Table Field," after being corrupted into the Lion King by the holy spear, Artoria established the Holy City of Camelot in the desert.
Even if it was destroyed, ordinary people wouldn’t feel much, just treating it like a disaster movie, unable to truly immerse themselves in it.
After a cooling period, along with King Arthur actively assisting Nameless in battle, the earlier darkened scene in the singularity had gradually been forgotten by the public.
But this time was different.
The battlefield was set in 19th-century Britain, where most ancient buildings still exist!
The renowned Buckingham Palace was actually destroyed right before the eyes of all Britons by the king herself.
This sense of immersion for the British people was undoubtedly countless times stronger than in the singularity!
Tristan stroked the strings of his instrument, letting out a heavy sigh: "The king really doesn’t understand the hearts of the people!"
Time and again in battle, what exactly have you protected?
He began to play a mournful and plaintive tune, laying the groundwork for the upcoming anger of the people.
A song that tears the heart, where can one find a kindred spirit in this world!
Aggravaine remained as calm as ever: "It’s all the Demon King’s fault; as long as we defeat her, the people won’t care! It’s fine, the advantage is on my side!"
The singularity is ultimately the handiwork of the Demon King.
As long as we can defeat this greatest mastermind, all troubles can be resolved.
Bedivere sighed lightly: "Now, I’m more worried about Little Mordred and our king’s relationship."
The two have been in the winter city of China; who knows if they might end up fighting in a foreign land!
Meanwhile.
On the other side of the Earth, in a hotel in Fuyuki City.
Gawain cautiously observed the father-and-child duo.
One an extremely dutiful Little Mordred, the other an incredibly kind and gentle King Arthur.
One could only say, as expected of father and child!
The scene from the previous Battle of Camlann unfolded once more before everyone’s eyes.
Poor Buckingham Palace had become a complete casualty.
Reduced to rubble under the aftermath of their clash!
No—
Not just Buckingham Palace.
Under the terrifying shockwaves of their battle, most of London was being obliterated.
It was equivalent to a nuclear bomb with a yield of hundreds of thousands of tons detonating right in the city center.
And it was all set off by none other than King Arthur—worshipped fanatically by the British—and Mordred, the Prime Minister responsible for governing Britain!
The British people are truly blessed to have you two as their father and child!
Perhaps this is just karma at work!
After all, many of the surviving British today are descendants of King Arthur’s former enemies!
Artoria frowned as she watched the footage. "That... should be considered a completely corrupted, irrational version of me."
Even when tainted by the Holy Lance and transformed into the divine Lion King, she had still retained absolute rationality.
Only her way of thinking had shifted to that of a deity, seeking to preserve humanity’s future through divine means.
But this blackened form had lost all reason, leaving behind nothing but slaughter and rage.
Clearly, she had been influenced and manipulated by the Demon God King, seeking to annihilate the entire world.
"Father, you should still think about how to explain this to the people," Mordred said with undisguised mockery.
In both Singularities, she had stood by Nameless’s side, practically the epitome of a protagonist’s ally.
Meanwhile, her father had been the villainous boss both times.
Didn’t that prove she was more suited to be king than her father?
Gawain coughed lightly. "Mordred, you should really keep your mouth shut."
This troublemaker just couldn’t resist stirring the pot.
Still deliberately provoking King Arthur—did she really not fear her father pulling out the "Child-Piercing Spear" and turning her into a tender, fall-off-the-bone claypot rice dish?
Just thinking about it made Gawain’s mouth water uncontrollably.
Admittedly, compared to Chinese cuisine—aside from his signature potatoes—everything British paled in comparison, relegated to the realm of "dark cuisine."
Though some of the names were a bit... unsettling.
Claypot rice, husband and wife lung slices, piss beef balls—each name more horrifying than the last.
But the taste?
Absolutely delicious!
The footage continued.
Dr. Roman urgently shouted, "It’s no use! We can’t reason with Mordred—we have to fight!"
"Understood!"
Mash responded without hesitation. "Manifest—"
[Lord Camelot: The Distant Utopia]!
The shield in her hands erupted with light, transforming into the magnificent walls of Camelot.
King Arthur’s frenzied attacks exploded violently, their shockwaves ravaging the surroundings.
Under this radiant assault, the entire city of London trembled as if struck by a devastating earthquake.
But thanks to Mash’s protection, few were harmed.
Once her defense was in place—
Nameless stepped forward and sighed softly. "The Demon God King is truly the root of all evil. Forgive me, King Arthur—let me banish you now."
There was no reasoning with this berserk version of her. The only option was to defeat her.
Clink—
Golden chains materialized around him in an instant, swift as lightning, wrapping around King Arthur layer after layer.
[Enkidu: Chains of Heaven]!
Nameless held nothing back now, intent on resolving this Singularity as quickly as possible.
Mordred gasped. "What?! You’re Nameless?!"
"No, I’m not! Don’t spout nonsense!" Nameless immediately and firmly denied it.
"I’ve heard you possess the divine-binding Chains of Heaven!" Mordred glared at the other party indignantly.
Only at this moment did she finally understand why little Jack harbored such hostility toward her while completely ignoring Mash.
That conglomerate of miscarried fetuses had clearly mistaken her for Nameless’s child!
"You remembered wrong!"
Nameless still refused to admit anything.
Mordred grew even angrier: "Do you believe I’ll kill you first?"
Even after revealing his identity, he still wanted to hide things from her.
For a moment, this made her even madder than she’d ever been at her father!
Nameless sighed lightly: "Mo-chan, what exactly have I done to make you disrespect me so? You won’t even call me godfather!"
"So why won’t you acknowledge me at all?" Mordred asked furiously.
Over a thousand years had passed since the Battle of Camlann until now.
After finally meeting again, he deliberately pretended not to know her.
And he still claims I’m his most cherished treasure?
Unforgivable!
"Let’s fight first. I’ll compensate you later—I’ll grant you one wish." Nameless grew increasingly helpless.
"Fine, you said it!"
Instantly reinvigorated, Mordred drew her sword and charged at her father.
Bound by the [Chains of Heaven], King Arthur, possessing divinity, couldn’t break free at all.
Under the combined assault of everyone present, the blackened and irrational King Arthur couldn’t withstand the attacks.
She was completely defeated, vanishing without a trace.
After defeating King Arthur.
Mordred eagerly approached Nameless: "Alright, I’m leaving now. Fulfill my wish first."
"What do you wish for?" Nameless asked calmly.
Mordred thought for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly: "Then... kiss me!"
This left Mash and Dr. Roman, who were watching, exchanging bewildered glances.
What a filial child indeed!
Going to such lengths to personally defeat her father, all to steal the man her father liked.
Such filial piety—to death!
Mash gripped her shield tightly, wondering if she should intervene.
But she chose to stand aside, trusting her senior!
Under their gaze.
Nameless spoke softly: "Of course. First take off your armor so we can be closer."
"Eh? Okay!"
Mordred’s face grew even hotter.
Her head spun slightly as she eagerly removed her armor and helmet, revealing casual clothes underneath.
She stepped before him and, in her excitement, closed her eyes and tilted her head up slightly.
It’s happening!
When she saw her father again later, she’d definitely rub this in her face.
Hahaha, Father, do you see? What you could never achieve, I’ll accomplish!
And then she’d say to her—
"Your Nameless Knight is wonderful!"
She’d love to see that look of wanting to hit her but being powerless to do anything!
As she waited nervously.
Nameless’s warm hands gently encircled her slender waist—then suddenly flipped her over onto his lap.
Smack
A sharp slap landed on her bottom!
Nameless grinned: "Looks like we’ll be getting quite intimate!"
"You actually hit me?!"
Mordred instantly flew into a rage.
Not even King Arthur had ever spanked her, yet he’d stolen that first.
Like an enraged lion cub, she struggled fiercely to resist.
But it was useless.
With effortless ease, he subdued her and began slapping her repeatedly.
"I’m hitting you because you deserve it!"
Nameless snorted coldly.
Truly, spare the rod and spoil the child!
The audience laughed until their sides hurt—
[Poor Mordred, getting disciplined by Nameless like a naughty child yet again!]
[But Mordred had it coming, provoking both Nameless and King Arthur like that—double the punishment!]
[So brutal! One slap was all it took to leave Mordred completely dazed!]
[Tsk, if Nameless actually indulged her, I wonder if the real King Arthur would unleash her Noble Phantasm on him!]
Back in reality at Chaldea.
Mash watched the scene with mixed feelings.
Seeing Nameless deliver those slaps made her sigh in relief, yet she couldn’t help but feel inexplicably worried.
Clearly.
In her senior’s eyes, Mordred was just a mischievous brat—never treated as a woman at all.
Age-wise, Mash wasn’t that much older than Mordred, was she?
From beginning to end, her senior had always seen her as a cute junior to protect.
So... how exactly did her senior view her?
Mash tentatively asked, "Da Vinci, how can I be more feminine?"
The reason Mordred wasn’t treated as a woman wasn’t just because Nameless had raised her since childhood.
The main reason was—
It’s still because little Mordred has always seen herself as a boy, lacking any trace of femininity.