"Little Mordred, don't touch the magecraft in Mom's workshop. It's dangerous."
"Little Mordred, come to Father. Want to play hide-and-seek?"
"Little Mordred, these are new clothes Mom and Dad prepared for you. Do you like them?"
Mordred's childhood played out in fast-forward.
Even sped up, it was clear her youth was wrapped in love.
The screen suddenly went black.
Ten years later.
"Father, I'm already a knight who can stand on my own. If I pass your trial, I can inherit the throne, right?"
Mordred was now as tall as Artoria, even carrying the same stern aura.
She wore full armor, gallant and radiant.
"Of course. As the sole heir to the throne, if you pass my trial, you will be king."
Artoria smiled softly, emerald eyes full of affection.
"Then I want to begin the trial. I will inherit the throne!"
"Good. That's my child. Come with me."
Artoria led Mordred into the magecraft workshop.
"Sister. It's time."
"Little Mordred… are you really going to do this?"
Morgan's voice trembled.
"We must. This country has grown too comfortable."
Artoria's tone contained reluctance as well.
"I understand. Little Mordred, your trial is simple: go among the people and see how they live. You've worked in the fields with your father when you were young. This time, you'll experience life as a commoner and carve out your own place among them."
Morgan explained the trial herself.
"Live as a commoner? That's easy. I'll complete it."
Mordred accepted without hesitation.
The blonde girl removed her armor, revealing a graceful figure.
The scene changed.
Mordred was assigned to a remote mountain village to experience life there.
Time passed rapidly.
While hiding her identity, Mordred rose to prominence in the village.
On the day she set out to return to Camelot, what she witnessed along the road chilled her.
"How can there be another invasion? Didn't Father wipe out those outsiders already?"
Shocking news struck her again and again.
She hurried her pace.
Along the way, whenever she found villages under attack, she intervened.
By the time she reached Camelot, her fame had already spread.
The child of the late king. The heir chosen by King Arthur. The next ruler of Britannia.
"Father is dead?"
When Mordred arrived at the royal palace, that was the message she heard.
She refused to believe it and sought out Morgan.
Morgan's answer was only: dead.
It felt like the sky collapsed.
"How is that possible?! Father was so strong—who could kill her?"
Mordred gripped Morgan's arm, her voice shaking.
"She… was killed by the new king of the outsiders. Their recent rise was because of that king."
"The only one who can defeat her is you. Inherit your father's position. She left everything for you—you must defeat the outsider king!"
Morgan handed her a letter and the holy sword.
[What is this twist? Totally different from history—parallel world?]
[It's fan animation. The uploader's imagination is wild to even do this.]
[Yeah, Arthur had Excalibur and Avalon. How could she die so easily?]
[But Mordred after all that fighting is so cool… proud parent vibes.]
[She became king, inherited everything… she'll definitely beat the outsiders, right?]
With Mordred's outstanding leadership, Britannia launched a counteroffensive.
In only a few years, the outsiders were almost completely driven out.
During that period, her people loved her.
"King Mordred, only their main stronghold remains. Shall we press the attack?"
Lancelot pointed to the last red region on the map, his finger trembling.
"Yes. Rest tonight. Tomorrow we wipe them out. This time I will kill the one who murdered my father."
Mordred nodded, rolled up the map.
Her expression had grown severe—no trace of childhood innocence remained.
She went somewhere alone and drew the holy sword.
A treasure left by the previous king.
The golden blade slid free with a sharp hiss.
She wiped it carefully and sheathed it again.
The next day, Britannia's army reached the enemy stronghold.
"Where is your king? She could kill my father, but she can't face me?"
Mordred shouted at the gathered outsiders.
"Hmph. Our king is the greatest. She awaits you at Camlann."
A high-ranking outsider answered.
"Camlann… That place recently saw battle. It's wide open—good for a duel."
Mordred recalled the location and prepared to go.
"Your Majesty, it's a trap. Your father died to her schemes."
Lancelot blocked her.
Mordred's face turned cold.
"Move. I will not repeat my father's mistake. This time I will kill that outsider king."
"Don't follow me. Watch these outsiders—don't let them pull tricks."
Ignoring Lancelot's pleas, she mounted her horse and rode for Camlann.
The tall figure on Camlann Hill grew clearer.
"You're the outsider king. You killed my father!"
Mordred jumped down, drew the holy sword.
"Hmph. Die, brat!"
The outsider king charged.
"I am undefeated. Today with this holy sword, I'll kill you!"
Mordred met her head-on.
Bang—clang!
Steel rang out across the barren battlefield.
Mordred slowly read her opponent's patterns.
In a gap, she thrust the holy sword into the outsider king's chest.
A killing blow.
Yet the outsider king changed form as the blade pierced her.
"Father…?!"