Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Something huge was happening!

Was the father-daughter bonding scene from the Battle of Camlann about to replay right before their eyes?

Gawain felt his brain trembling violently, already instinctively reaching for Excalibur Galatine, ready to block and save his own skin first.

Originally, Mordred had proposed a marriage alliance to secure China's full cooperation, allowing Britain to weather this massive crisis.

It would also use the grand wedding of heroic spirits to overshadow the disastrous fallout from Alaya's exposé video.

On top of that, she could finally tie down Nameless she'd longed for, staking her claim.

Most importantly!

Mordred wanted to utterly steal Nameless from her father, infuriating King Arthur in the process.

A fourfold victory.

In other words, Mordred was using the banner of sacrificing for Britain to openly snatch her father's man!

But now, the truth proved that your father would always be your father.

While Gawain was deeply worried, he silently applauded King Arthur's move.

This was an exceptionally brilliant play.

Mordred, hadn't you always craved your father's acknowledgment? Hadn't you yearned to be declared the rightful heir to Britain's throne?

Well, now you weren't just getting the right to inherit—you were getting the throne outright!

And with King Arthur voluntarily abdicating, it would undoubtedly quell the world's fury.

Add to that a marriage to the nameless savior of the world, and the masses would erupt in celebration.

Leaving the mess to Mordred, while finally shedding the burden she'd carried since the age of fifteen—this was a masterstroke.

Gawain felt his breathing grow unsteady with excitement.

Nothing beats watching women fight—

No, no! I'm a fair, just, and benevolent Knight of the Sun. How could I possibly harbor such dark thoughts?

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The tension was suffocating—like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Mordred froze for a moment before trembling with rage, pointing an accusatory finger and roaring, "This is all your fault! And now, you want to dump this mess on me?"

I might not be human, but Father, you're truly a dog!

She felt the golden crown atop her head instantly turn a sickly shade of green.

She had finally earned her father's acknowledgment and even been crowned King of Britain—so why had things turned out like this?

Mordred stared into those calm, unreadable eyes, utterly convinced of the hidden smirk lurking beneath.

Just like the unrestrained laughter of those Chinese people earlier.

Hum—

A familiar Noble Phantasm materialized in her hand, radiating a sinister crimson glow.

It was none other than her most infamous weapon—

[Clarent Blood Arthur]

Online, it had earned a special nickname—

The Father-Stabbing Sword!

Gawain quickly intervened, "Stop this! We're in—in China right now. Let's settle this properly once we get back!"

If the two of them really started fighting—

No matter who won or lost, the entire nation of Britain would lose face.

Artoria sighed softly. "Mordred, back then, I didn't pass the throne to you simply because you lacked the qualities of a king. But now... I've made a fatal mistake myself. I'm no longer fit to rule."

Facing Mordred's Father-Stabbing Sword, she didn't even draw her own Child-Piercing Spear.

She simply stood there, unresisting, as if inviting the attack.

"You—! I... I never cared about the throne! All I ever wanted was your acknowledgment!"

Without hesitation, Mordred tore off the crown she had once dreamed of and hurled it at Artoria. "A crown given like this means nothing to me!"

But Artoria didn't even try to catch it. The crown bounced off her ample chest and clattered aside.

Just as it was about to hit the ground—

Gawain lunged forward, using his body to cushion the fall of the crown, not daring to let it hit the ground.

This was the supreme symbol of Britain's authority—how could it be tossed aside so carelessly?

But even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare openly scold the two currently locked in confrontation.

If he dared to forcibly intervene, he'd end up like that time on the hill of swords—sandwiched between two Noble Phantasms and turned into "Gawain paste"!

"I was corrupted by the Holy Lance into a deity. If not for Nameless intervening, I would have destroyed human history alongside the Demon God King."

King Arthur let out a heavy sigh, her usually stern and imposing face now filled with endless regret.

Gazing out the window, her expression was wistful. "Mordred, the current me has no right to remain as king. Only you are fit to inherit the throne."

After watching The Sacred Round Table Domain and regaining the fifteen hundred years of lost memories, she felt nothing but exhaustion.

The memories of her time as a deity were so lofty, so alien, that she could hardly believe they belonged to her.

She was tired. Worn out.

The so-called throne, the so-called duty to protect Britain—she'd leave it all to those who truly wanted it.

Right now, King Arthur just wanted to live as an ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life.

What could be more wonderful than dumping this mess on Mordred and going off to enjoy a happy life with Nameless?

Earlier, while looking out the window,

King Arthur had recalled the days she once spent with him—sitting comfortably by the kotatsu, waiting for Nameless to prepare a lavish dinner.

But now, she had no idea where he was, or who might be by his side…

"But I refuse! I couldn't care less about the so-called throne of Britain!"

Mordred answered without hesitation.

You want to dump this mess on me and go enjoy your peaceful life?

Not a chance!

Ding-dong~

A knock sounded at the door, and a guard softly announced, "Your Majesty, the King of Heroes has arrived."

"Let him in," King Arthur replied.

Click~

The door opened.

A familiar, golden figure strode in, his expression full of curiosity. "Everyone, what are you doing?"

The newcomer was, of course, the oldest King of Heroes.

He had long since purchased this grand hotel, and sensing the intense fluctuations of Noble Phantasms earlier, he had rushed over—

Well, not to watch the drama unfold, but to mediate!

Mordred frowned at him. "What's it to you?"

"Of course it concerns me! This hotel cost me over ten billion. If you're willing to pay for the damages, you can tear it down for all I care!" Gilgamesh replied with a smile.

"Over ten billion…"

Mordred instinctively withdrew her Noble Phantasm.

Those who don't manage a household don't understand the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

After becoming Prime Minister, she had been bombarded with financial demands from every direction—civil affairs, military, politics…

Britain was already an empty shell of its former self, barely maintaining even the illusion of power.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have shamelessly turned to China for help.

Mordred gritted her teeth. "Damn it, is having money really that great?"

"Sorry, but it really is."

Gilgamesh's smile widened. Having enjoyed the show, he turned to leave.

As one of the wealthiest Heroic Spirits in the world, he had grown increasingly fond of flaunting his wealth.

He loved seeing that envious, resentful look on their faces—knowing they could never match him. Truly delightful!

...

The ticking of the clock echoed softly in the background.

In the living room, four people were all drowsily watching TV while quietly waiting.

Tick~

As the second hand finally pointed to midnight.

Souma and the three little lolis all smiled and spoke simultaneously, "Happy New Year!"

Staying up on New Year's Eve to welcome the new year.

Now, the new year had arrived.

"Finally here, I'm going to sleep," Roya and Illya yawned as they headed toward their bedrooms.

In the blink of an eye, only two people remained in the living room.

Miyu spoke softly, "Brother, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

Souma got up from the kotatsu and walked onto the balcony, gazing at the countless fireworks blooming outside the window.

At midnight, countless people were still cheering and celebrating outside.

A life without battles was truly wonderful!

Boom~

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