"Mordred, Mordred."
"Who? Who is calling me?"
"Mordred, you are the daughter of the Sun-Crowned King."
"I know, of course I know I am the King's daughter."
"Become even more outstanding, Mordred."
"Mordred, you are the best."
From the day she was born, Mordred knew she was born as the daughter of the Sun-Crowned King.
She had never seen her father, but from a young age, her life was filled with people around her singing the praises of the King's greatness.
Inevitably, she came to regard the Sun-Crowned King as the person she admired most. Unlike her other siblings, Mordred obsessively wanted to meet the King just once.
"Mordred, if it's you, we can understand your obsession with Father."
"However, this obsession might become your shackles. If your future were to be like Mother's or King Arthur's, all we, as your brothers, can hope is that you achieve your wish."
Time passed. Everything in Camelot was different from Uruk.
Similarly subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death, Mordred's siblings like Gawain, Agravain, and Gareth all passed away one after another.
Adhering to the concept that life must eventually fade, they expressed their reluctance to leave Camelot and their regret at not seeing their father one last time before departing.
But in their view, as Knights of the Round Table, they had fulfilled their duties well, and lingering in the world any longer held no meaning.
As for Mordred, she chose to remain in Avalon within the Reverse Side of the World. She wanted to see her father, to meet the living Sun-Crowned King.
Together with Morgan, Artoria, Merlin, and Vivian, the five of them waited within that distant corridor of time. Then one day, Artoria, Merlin, and Morgan suddenly vanished.
When they returned, Mordred found smiles blooming on their faces… a gentleness she had never seen in all the millennia past.
"Vivian, Mordred, guess who we met?"
The moment they returned, Merlin grabbed Vivian's hand. Looking at Merlin's expression, Mordred never expected that their departure had taken them to another world, and they had even met the Sun-Crowned King, her own biological father.
"Ah, even after all these years, Is... he hasn't changed much, instead he's become even better than before."
"I think Is now..."
Listening to Merlin, Morgan, Artoria, and Vivian share stories about Snowfield City and other kings from different worlds, Mordred really had no way to deal with this situation.
'What's with all this? Father went and found so many women, really.'
Her initial expectations for Ryuya gradually turned into disappointment. She didn't even understand her own feelings anymore. Looking at the flowers and plants within the Reverse Side of the World, Mordred felt incredibly bored.
'That's it! When I see that bastard Father, I'm definitely going to give him a good beating!'
Secretly making this decision, she continued waiting, waiting within the Reverse Side of the World. Finally, Mordred felt someone summoning her.
"This is... the Holy Grail War?"
Her armor was a ferocious silver and red mad lion, the longsword in her hand was the Clarent that Vivian had given her. Waking from the Servant Summoning Contract, Mordred's first sensation was...
"So refreshing! What's with this magical energy?"
As if standing before an ocean of magical energy, all her parameters were maximized.
Even in the Reverse Side of the World, she had never felt so comfortable.
Mordred, having just arrived in Snowfield City, was a bit dazed.
But her inherently straightforward personality wouldn't dwell on such trivial matters. Cleanly ignoring the changes in her body, she looked at the man before her.
"Are you my Master... Tch, this helmet is blocking my view."
Taking off the heavy helmet, she revealed her petite, exquisite maiden face.
Although her hair was messy and her aura gave off a wild child vibe, there was no doubt that Mordred, with her Pendragon Bloodline, far surpassed ordinary people in terms of stunning beauty.
Walking with light steps as she looked at the man before her, Mordred's first reaction was...
'So handsome.'
During her time in Camelot, she had seen quite a few handsome men. Not to mention others, weren't Gawain, Lancelot, and others from the Round Table super handsome men who attracted everyone's attention?
But even compared to them, Mordred had to admit that Gawain and the others still fell short.
Actually, just in terms of pure looks, the man before her was about on par with Gawain and the others. After all, when it comes to appearance, to be honest... even at the top level, there's a limit.
One could only say the types of handsomeness differ… like rogue-ish charm, cold handsomeness, domineering handsomeness, gentle handsomeness, etc.
But... besides appearance, aura, gaze, smile, physique, etc., these are all additional factors that add points, right?
His physique was quite perfect, his gaze had a quality that made it hard to look away, and his aura gave Mordred a strange sense of favorability. Looking at the Master before her, Mordred's heartbeat actually quickened.
"You... are my Master?"
Somehow, feeling as if all the light in the world was being drawn to the man before her, Mordred asked a similar question.
"I am your Master, Sir Mord... red."
The moment he arrived in Snowfield City, Ryuya felt he had become a Master. He did not resist the Master status given to him by Alaya.
Quietly expanding his magical energy bit by bit, as he performed the action, a girl he found quite familiar appeared in the ritual.
Mordred!
The moment he saw Mordred, he knew this was his daughter. He didn't stop to consider if this Mordred might be from another parallel world. The reason Ryuya was so certain was simple: Mordred's body flowed with his blood.
Smiling as he looked at Mordred, Ryuya also felt a certain inevitability of fate in being able to summon his own daughter.
Before he could voice the words to reveal his identity directly, he saw his daughter run up to him step by step, stand on her tiptoes, and compare their heights.
Mordred: "Tsk tsk... Master, you're so tall."
Ryuya: "Uh... I suppose."
Mordred: "Master, Master, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
Her straightforward actions didn't even include asking for Ryuya's name. Mordred was simply that kind of direct girl.
She disliked so-called gender constraints. What she wanted was simple: to see her own bastard, idiot, scoundrel of a father.
Holding this thought, having arrived in Snowfield City, she was completely unaware of who the Master before her truly was.
Briskly pulling on Ryuya's arm, the first meeting between father and daughter began just like that.