Mordred left, dejected, with Shishigou Kairi.
Many things were not quite as she had expected.
Why did King Arthur refuse to acknowledge her as King Arthur's son back then?
The reason was very simple: because she was a daughter, not a son.
It was just that King Arthur hadn't said it explicitly.
After all, she felt that no matter how foolish Mordred was, she wouldn't be unable to distinguish between being a man or a woman, right?
As it turned out, that silly girl never even thought about it, but instead sprinted headlong down the wrong path.
Hmm, it must be because Morgan was always whispering bewitchment into her ear.
Mordred naturally learned how to shift some of the blame onto her dear mother.
"That's why I say, sometimes riddlers are truly insufferable." Watching Mordred's retreating back, Sanzang shook her head and sighed helplessly. "If everyone had been able to speak their minds frankly from the beginning, there wouldn't be all this trouble later on."
"That is correct." Artoria nodded in agreement. "It is just a pity that not everyone is capable of speaking their true feelings frankly."
Daniel expressed deep agreement with this.
It was just like how he could frankly say he lusted after Sanzang's body and wanted her to bear his children, but he couldn't frankly say that he also lusted after Albedo's body.
Because if Albedo knew, she would definitely take action that very night, and by the next day, his corpse—ravaged into a state of multiple comminuted fractures and devoid of breath—would be ready for the funeral.
"Sometimes, a white lie is necessary," Daniel added.
Jeanne could only nod in agreement.
After all, although she was a devout believer, if you were to ask her if she had ever told a lie, she would certainly have to avert her gaze and nod in admission.
Humans, after all; who hasn't told a hundred or so lies in their lifetime?
"That aside, can you take me to a clinic first? I think I need some safflower oil, the panacea for treating bruises and injuries." As he stood up, Daniel accidentally touched the wound Mordred had inflicted, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain as he reminded them.
"However, Mordred's fighting style is truly refreshing." Jeanne looked at Artoria with some confusion. "Is she always like this when she fights? Or was that fighting style just something she uses when she's playing around with people?"
After all, when Mordred was beating Daniel just now, it was exactly like street thugs brawling.
That is to say, everyone was bare-handed, not holding any steel pipes or chains or anything.
"She has always been like this." Artoria shrugged her shoulders and answered. "It is her exclusive fighting style; although it is a bit unorthodox, I must say, she uses it very well."
The two chatted as they walked forward, and the only one who chose to come over to help Daniel find a clinic was Sanzang.
"Sanzang, you're the one who cares about me after all." Daniel said, leaning half his body on Sanzang with emotion.
"I don't care; I even want to laugh a few times." Sanzang replied with a straight face. "After all, you were the one who provoked Mordred with your loose mouth first; getting beaten like this is entirely your own fault."
Although that was what she said, when she saw that nurse, a middle-aged woman twice as broad as Daniel, carelessly dabbing the safflower oil onto his face with a cotton swab, she didn't laugh; instead, she turned her head away, her face pale.
She really couldn't understand how a middle-aged woman with such a heavy and rough hand passed the clinic's nursing test and successfully got hired.
Hmm, it wasn't until she learned from an old lady nearby that this clinic was a family business, and that the middle-aged woman was the doctor's mother-in-law, and that she specifically served tourists, that she finally understood.
This middle-aged woman was actually a 'VIP' nursing worker exclusively for one-time customers.
Her technique would absolutely make you scream and cry for your parents, yet afterwards, you wouldn't be able to find a single excuse to smear this clinic.
After all, the respected Mrs. Marie just had a bit more strength; she possessed a professional nursing license and even had work experience as a head nurse at the largest hospital in Romania.
That's right, she was a veteran nursing worker that only true 'VIP' customers could afford to enjoy.
It was just that she had a bit too much strength, and a bad habit of enjoying listening to the guests she cared for screaming and wailing.
Watching the banknotes being pulled from his hands, Daniel's eyes turned a bit red.
Under Mrs. Marie's meticulous care, his face had basically stopped swelling.
Although it was still a bit swollen compared to before, the pain was already very slight.
Even Daniel, as the person involved, had to admit that although the process was quite torturous, the result was that his pain had been alleviated.
It felt like Nightingale would really like such a nursing assistant.
"What are we doing next?" After leaving the clinic, Artoria looked at Daniel and asked. "Besides Mordred's master whom we saw earlier, there are no other Magus in this town."
She had already covered the entire town within her surveillance range as soon as she entered it earlier.
"Are we going to meet Jack the Ripper?" Jeanne asked, looking at Daniel.
"It's not time yet." Daniel shook his head and replied. "It's not easy to just show up at their doorstep in broad daylight, so we can only find a place and wait for the other party to come to us."
"Wait for the other party to come to us?" Artoria raised an eyebrow and looked at Daniel. "You intend to use yourself as bait?"
"After all, between a newbie Magus who just got beaten up bare-handed by a Saber, hasn't shown any magical means, and whose companions didn't even lift a finger to help, clearly looking like a soft persimmon; and a group with a fierce appearance, accompanied by a violent Servant, looking like they aren't to be trifled with—which side is easier to hunt? Does it even need to be asked?"
Daniel spread his hands and asked back.
Jeanne and Sanzang averted their gazes with some embarrassment.
"But isn't that very dangerous? Once support doesn't arrive in time, you might be killed by that Assassin." Sanzang couldn't help but advise.
"With the King and you all here, I'm not worried about that." Daniel shrugged and answered.
"What's more, there's Jeanne's radar-like real-time update function for the location of Servants; I don't believe she could really just sit by and watch something happen to me." Before Sanzang and Jeanne could build up any emotional feelings, one sentence from Daniel helped them suppress those undeserved feelings of being moved.
"Remember, once the fog rises, it means Jack the Ripper has appeared."
"And once she appears, you absolutely must not give her a chance to escape!"
"Tonight, we must let her be purified of her resentment to her heart's content, and make her sincerely thank us!"
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