[West Village]

BANG!

A red flash of lightning lit up the night. Under the helm that hid her dishonor, Mordred raised high the fallen, dazzlingly radiant Sword of Kingship, as magical energy poured into it.

A terrifying slash fell, splitting open the earth, evaporating everything that existed before it.

Including countless Hundred-Faced Hassans.

"Ugh…"

They melted away before they could even scream.

For achieving such a great result in one strike, Mordred by reason should have been pleased. Yet instead, she was utterly irritated, roaring in rage, "Damn it! Enough already! Just die quickly, will you! Why the hell do you have to come out one after another!m?"

As she shouted, the Sword of Kingship in her hand once again burst with powerful magical energy.

"Damn!"

A female personality of Hundred-Faced Hassan appeared, shouting angrily, "How do you know this village's location? Our concealment should have had no problem at all!"

Her first thought was that someone had leaked it.

But Mordred answered carelessly, "You mean that?"

"Hell if I know!"

The slash came down.

Hundred-Faced Hassan was forced to dodge.

Mordred laughed crazily, "Just instinct… understand? Instinct!"

While pressing down on Hundred-Faced Hassan's space to move, she said, "I just figured strays like you are always hiding in these dark little corners."

"So I just swung the holy sword at random… and then I hit. That's all."

"Just that simple?"

Hundred-Faced Hassan's eyes were about to pop out.

"Tch!"

Even though she'd scored a hit, Mordred looked annoyed, "Really pisses me off, it wasn't the jackpot!"

"After hearing from Lancelot that bastard was still alive, I didn't stop for even a second rushing over here. Only to run into small fry like you. How am I supposed to get fired up like this?"

"Damn it!"

The more she thought, the more annoyed Mordred became, "If I could capture that bastard, Emiya Shirou, alive, Father would surely reward me, right? But like this, even if I kill all of you, Father will only scold me."

"So then…"

The radiant Sword of Kingship pointed straight at Hundred-Faced Hassan, as Mordred roared manically, "How are you going to make it up to me? There aren't many days left until my execution, you know?"

"Execution?"

Hundred-Faced Hassan was shocked, even incredulous, "Even as a Knight of the Round Table, you'll be executed?"

"Of course."

Mordred replied carelessly, "After all, once I've committed sins, and once I'm of no more use, naturally Father will execute me."

"..."

Too shocked, Hundred-Faced Hassan couldn't even speak for a moment.

"You're not sympathizing with me, are you?", Mordred demanded.

"D-Don't be ridiculous!"

Hundred-Faced Hassan snorted, "How could I ever sympathize with demons like you?"

"Demons?"

Mordred grinned viciously, "Then let me give you an even crueler piece of news."

"As soon as the Holy Selection ends, everyone outside will all die."

"!!!"

Hundred-Faced Hassan's shock hadn't even fully emerged, Mordred suddenly lunged, just like when Shirou had once punched her.

"Ugh!!"

Caught off guard, Hundred-Faced Hassan was struck hard and badly injured.

"Haha!"

Magical energy surged out wildly, Mordred's attacks growing even more ferocious.

"Scared now? I wasn't lying. Everyone outside the Holy Capital, including me, will all burn to ash."

"Isn't that worth celebrating?"

"Speaking of which, you and I are kind of fellow sufferers. We're both about to die. Since that's the case, why don't you tell me where he is?"

"Or which village he went to. Then I can give you a quicker death, and not bother tormenting those villagers. Just chop off their heads cleanly and be done with it."

Mordred spoke these cruel, cold-blooded words without a shred of burden.

Barely clinging to life, Hundred-Faced Hassan could no longer hide the fear in her eyes, "You… you people have already completely lost any reverence for the gods!"

"Ha?"

Mordred raised her sword, preparing to finish her, "Gods? Can you eat that? Or can it save humanity?"

Just as the blade was about to slash across Hundred-Faced Hassan's neck, Mordred's instinct flared.

In less than a second she pulled the sword back, holding it across her body.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

A series of light projectiles struck Mordred, and also wiped out the Disciplinary Knights slaughtering villagers.

"Projection, begin!"

That familiar voice made Mordred instantly excited.

"Finally done playing turtle?"

Magical energy erupted along the Sword of Kingship, and with one swing she swept away all the light projectiles fired by the Emperor Horse.

But when the smoke cleared, Mordred realized the Disciplinary Knights were all wiped out, and even that Assassin had been rescued.

Her ahoge twitched twice, and without hesitation Mordred swung her sword, unleashing red lightning.

"Over here!"

A gauntleted hand smacked the red lightning aside in one blow.

Setting down Hundred-Faced Hassan, Shirou stood up. What met his eyes was a village ablaze in roaring flames.

Smoke rose in waves.

Countless villagers lay dead in tragic states.

Expressions of despair still frozen on their faces.

He clenched his fists tightly, forcefully suppressing his rage, "Do you even realize what you've done, Mordred?"

"Of course."

Mordred smiled cruelly, "Interesting, isn't it? These heretics, so weak they can't do a thing, and yet they struggle, resist, never give up even at the last moment. Isn't that funny beyond belief?"

"Mordred?"

Before the other could finish laughing, Shirou's face darkened, veins bulging on his forehead, "What's interesting? What's funny? What are you taking human lives for?"

"…Human lives?", Mordred tilted her head, baffled, "You're the one who's incomprehensible."

"Let me put it this way," She gave an example, "Do you feel anything when you kill a swarm of ants?"

"No, that's not it," Mordred smiled as she spoke the cruel truth, "Doing that only gives you pleasure, doesn't it?"

BANG!

Without warning, Mordred was sent flying.

"Yes, I see now."

Shirou's voice was indifferent as he projected twin swords, "I was too naive… yes, I've always been too naive."

"Always thought I could save everyone, and in the end, I don't even have the resolve Saber had?"

His steps forward no longer hesitated, the fury pent up inside him finally erupting in this moment, "I'm going to kill you, Mordred. Including the Knights of the Round, NONE WILL BE SPARED!"

RUMBLE!

Shoving aside the pile of rubble pressing her down, Mordred stood, "Very good, that's it!"

"But fighting me at this time, with no sun, can you win?"

Red lightning crackled as her magical energy surged to its peak.

Yes, a true peak. Comparable to a Noble Phantasm's True Name release.

That lightning rushing to the heavens, like a crimson dragon roaring wildly, radiating endless oppression.

"I am the knight blessed by the Lion King with 'Berserk,' Mordred!"

Under her helm, Mordred's expression twisted, from pain, from her burning soul, but she showed not a hint of caring as she said, "Because of this, I can unleash the holy sword without limit. Until my soul burns out, I absolutely cannot stop."

"So if you think you can defeat me, then come try, EMIYA SHIROU!"

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