Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

The scene shifts.

A figure clad in full-body heavy armor, their age and gender indistinguishable, wields a Noble Phantasm glowing with a bloody radiance.

BOOM!

A dazzling beam of light crashes toward the unnamed leader and his companions.

Mash immediately raises her shield, shielding everyone behind her.

Seeing that they couldn't be obliterated in one strike, the Knight of the Round Table sneers impatiently, "Tch, hurry up and die already. You pests are so damn annoying!"

"Is this how a Knight of the Round Table treats ordinary people?" the unnamed one retorts coldly.

"Hah! Slaughtering traitors is the King's command. What does it have to do with me?"

Mordred pauses slightly, eyeing the white-haired youth before her with surprise. "Huh? You seem kinda familiar..."

"Whatever. My execution's just a few days away anyway. Just die quietly by my hand!"

HUM!

Her Noble Phantasm erupts once more with a brilliant crimson light, blasting toward the group with overwhelming force.

"Not happening!"

Mash doesn't hesitate—she braces her shield, steadfastly enduring the relentless onslaught.

At the same time.

The unnamed one flickers—vanishing from sight in an instant.

It's the art of assassination he honed under King Hassan's tutelage!

By the time he reappears, the twin blades of Kanshou and Bakuya have already silently sliced through the air.

CRACK!

Mordred's armor shatters piece by piece, revealing her petite frame beneath.

"You bastard—you're an assassin?!" she snarls in fury.

She had assumed the guy hiding behind the pink-haired girl was just some ordinary magus.

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect this "magus" to suddenly turn into a sword-wielding assassin in the blink of an eye!

"A swordsman who can't sneak isn't a good magus. Aren't all magi supposed to cast a light spell and then just start swinging their swords?" Nameless replied nonchalantly.

This line sends waves of laughter through the audience, who don't doubt for a second that he could pull it off.

Anyone who mistakes him for some weak, defenseless Master or summoner is in for a world of pain.

"I've had enough of this!"

Mordred's Noble Phantasm erupts with a blinding crimson glow.

She roars in fury, "Just DIE already!"

"Clarent Blood Arthur!"

A pillar of blood-red light rockets into the heavens, aiming to annihilate everyone in front of her in a single strike.

"Senpai, let me—"

Mash steps forward, ready to shield him.

But then she sees him shake his head lightly.

Nameless sighs softly. "Mordred... even after all these years, you still disappoint me just the same."

"...Huh?"

Mordred freezes.

That familiar nickname—one she hasn't heard in over fifteen hundred years.

Could it be...

Under her incredulous gaze,

The opponent projected an all-too-familiar golden sword with magic—

[Excalibur]

Even without the true might of the original, it was still not something to be underestimated.

"Ahhh, you bastard—you're actually Nameless!"

Mordred instantly flew into a rage, the crimson light around her flaring violently once more. "Take this!"

BOOM!

Their Noble Phantasms collided with a thunderous impact.

Everyone quickly retreated, watching as the two erupted into a terrifying battle.

When the light finally dissipated,

Nameless could be seen gently cradling Mordred, whose armor had shattered, in one arm.

Of course, that was if one ignored the twin blades—Kanshou and Byakuya—resting against Mordred's neck!

"You bastard, Nameless! How dare you show your face before me?"

Mordred glared at him like an enraged lion cub, her entire body bristling with fury.

It had been fifteen hundred years since they last parted on the Hill of Swords.

And now, when they finally met again, he looked even younger by a few years!

Completely disregarding the dagger at her throat, Mordred spat angrily, "Go on, kill me! It's not like I'm anything but someone Father abandoned anyway. After the Selection ends, everyone who didn't enter the Holy City will be burned—everyone will die!"

"Little Mordred, how about joining me to stand against your father?" Nameless gently withdrew the dagger and removed the helmet she always wore.

His eyes met hers with tender warmth.

"Against Father?"

Mordred, who had been seething with rage just moments ago, instantly brightened at those words.

She gritted her teeth and growled, "Fine! But you better not run away and leave me behind after we defeat Father!"

"Of course! Why would I ever betray you?"

Nameless smiled even more tenderly, reaching out to stroke the girl's cheek.

Under his touch,

The once-defiant and domineering Knight of Treachery suddenly flushed red, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.

"Y-You—stop that!" Mordred muttered.

She adored Nameless's affection, of course.

But with so many people watching, it was downright mortifying!

The scene drew sighs from countless onlookers—

-[Poor Mordred, falling victim to Nameless's damnable charm yet again!]

-[Nameless, stop tormenting Mordred—it's getting hard to watch!]

-[Pitiful Mordred! So tragic!]

-[Truly the Knight of Treachery—the moment she hears about rebelling against her father, she switches sides again. Don't forget the Child-Slaying Spear!]

-[Who's the second Round Table Knight this time?]

...

The footage continued.

Mash spoke up, "Senpai, shouldn't we get going?"

"Right, let's move out!" Without hesitation, Nameless released Mordred, letting her drop unceremoniously to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Mordred scowled at the pink-haired girl.

A formidable rival!

Now reinforced with a powerful ally, the group continued their covert advance toward the Holy City.

Before long, they encountered the second Round Table Knight.

A man with long crimson hair and tightly shut eyes—none other than Tristan, who had appeared earlier.

He sighed softly. "Mordred, so you've betrayed our King once again."

"No, this isn't my betrayal—Nameless is the one who wants to oppose Father!" Mordred unhesitatingly threw Nameless under the bus.

"Nameless... Oh? After fifteen hundred years, you've finally reappeared?"

Tristan was slightly surprised but not the least bit afraid. "A pity, it's useless. With the divine blessing of my king, I am far stronger than before!"

"Amidst the tragic beauty of death, listen to the final lament!"

Boom~

He lightly plucked the strings, unleashing explosive air arrows.

This harp was none other than the famed "Bow of Certain Hit"—

[Failnaught]

By vibrating the harp's strings, it released air arrows capable of cutting through anything.

Their speed was extreme, their numbers overwhelming, making it impossible to evade them all.

Only attacks that transcended dimensions could avoid them.

"Singing of pain, playing the sound of weeping. Such are my arrows," Tristan lamented sorrowfully. "The arrival of death is truly a sorrowful yet beautiful tragedy."

However.

Contrary to expectations, the nameless figure flickered and vanished, reappearing right beside him in an instant.

"Useless. Everything you do is within my calculations," Tristan strummed the harp.

Vines surged from the ground, coiling around the figure layer by layer.

But what they ensnared was merely an afterimage!

Nameless's sword swept across Tristan's throat: "Little Tristan, quit playing the melancholic poet from now on!"

Boom~

"Nameless, don't celebrate too soon."

Tristan collapsed heavily to the ground. "Fate will catch up to you all eventually..."

The second Knight of the Round Table had been defeated!

-[Double kill! Is Nameless really going to solo the entire Round Table?]

-[Damn, Nameless is ruthless—no mercy at all!]

-[This is a Singularity. Once it's resolved, everything will return to normal. Killing them all doesn't matter!]

-[Holy shit, another knight has appeared!]

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