Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Waa~

The infant's cry announced her arrival into the world.

Morgan cradled the tiny baby, her face—bearing an uncanny resemblance to King Arthur's—breaking into a delighted smile.

"My child, when you were born, all of Britain whispered your name—Mordred!"

Success!

King Arthur, the hope of Britain's people, wielded the power of the red dragon.

The Vile King Vortigern, representing the last remnants of mystery and the island of Britain itself, took the form of a white dragon.

And Nameless, a mysterious visitor from another time and space, whose fate was unpredictable.

Add to that Morgan herself, the ruler of Britain who inherited the island's power.

By fusing the essence of these four great beings, she had finally created the ultimate genius capable of effortlessly destroying King Arthur.

No—

"Genius" wasn't even enough to describe her. She was—

The Child of the World!

Beloved by the entire world!

Morgan held the infant, her laughter growing even more joyous. "My child, the day will come when King Arthur reaches her end, and you shall be crowned in her place!"

This homunculus grew at more than twice the speed of a normal human.

By the age of eight, she had already matured, possessing the exact same appearance as King Arthur.

Then.

This eight-year-old knight was sent by Morgan—through Gawain's hands—to the Round Table's headquarters.

Morgan told her, "As my child, you have the right to inherit the throne. For now, conceal your identity and serve the King. And then—overthrow her and take her place."

-[Damn, she's EIGHT?!]

-[If you don't believe it, I don't either! Born just eight years ago and already like this?!]

-[As we all know, videos can't be edited—so does this mean Britain's Prime Minister Mordred is a homunculus?!]

-[Typical Morgan, achieving what no one else could!]

-[Oh no, the father-child betrayal arc begins!]

...

"Wait, Mordred was created like this?"

Roya grew increasingly astonished as she watched.

The uploader [Alaya] was ridiculously powerful, exposing the dark histories and hidden secrets of the Heroic Spirits left and right.

If this turned out to be true, all of Britain would be thrown into upheaval.

"So... so incredible!" Illya couldn't help but exclaim.

Just what kind of monstrous genius could be born from fusing the essence of four such powerful beings?

Compared to such a person, even she paled in comparison.

The video continued.

After Mordred joined the Knights of the Round Table, everyone adored this prodigious knight.

And she, in turn, worshipped King Arthur and Nameless with an almost fanatical devotion.

Especially Nameless.

He taught her with the same hands-on guidance he had once given Artoria.

He even went out of his way to prepare lavish, delicious meals just for her.

Illya swallowed hard. "Did Nameless know about Mordred's identity from the very beginning?"

"Of course he did! That guy's a transmigrator, after all!" Roya declared with absolute confidence.

Then, she stared at the figure of Nameless in the video—teaching, feeding, and caring for Mordred—before glancing at the otaku sitting across from her.

A bright smile spread across her little face. "Nameless can cook too, and he's so gentle with people... so effortlessly cool..."

"What, you wanna go find him instead?"

Souma grew even more exasperated.

This girl just had to compare him to... well, himself. It was downright ridiculous!

Truth be told, he had always regretted spoiling Mordred too much back then, which ended up nurturing the rebellious knight known as the "Knight of Treachery."

But what could he do? As a single man, suddenly learning that an adorable little girl carried his bloodline—

Could anyone resist doting on her?

Spoil her? Absolutely, spoil her rotten!

But by the time he realized it, it was too late to change.

Tears... they fell.

Learning from that mistake, the second time he raised a child, he focused on discipline, ensuring a well-rounded development in virtue, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor.

But then—

Why did he end up with another troublemaker?

Was it because she was destined to oppose heroic spirits, her nature unchangeable?

Souma's emotions grew increasingly complicated.

The savior who had shared drinks with countless heroic spirits and saved the world now felt an overwhelming sense of defeat.

"Hmph, he already has Mordred, King Arthur, and Jeanne d'Arc—there's no room for me!" Roya pouted.

No matter how amazing someone else's man was, he wasn't hers. This otaku right here belonged to her.

Sure, Nameless might be basking in glory now, but once [Alaya] exposed all his secrets—

This guy who had entangled himself with so many heroic spirits was bound to face a battlefield of chaos.

Then, the real show would begin!

Fight! Fight!

In the scene, Merlin, the royal court magician clad in white robes, watched the smiling girl and the knight training together.

As long as she stayed by the nameless knight's side, this girl called Mordred never stopped smiling.

The Child of Dreams grinned even wider. "As a knight destined for betrayal, you're still too young to realize... this affection of yours is nothing but an unattainable love!"

But he wouldn't warn her.

This was humanity's inescapable fate.

Besides, what could be more thrilling than witnessing it unfold firsthand?

Oh, you say he's not human?

Well, he is the Child of Dreams, feeding on human dreams—so of course he isn't!

...

As a homunculus, Mordred grew up rapidly.

And with it, her adoration for King Arthur only intensified.

Then, Morgan appeared once more.

The witch uttered words that pierced straight to the heart:

"King Arthur doesn't know you're her child. Even if she did, she would never acknowledge such a tainted offspring!"

"Tainted...?"

Mordred stared blankly at her mother.

The revelation that she was King Arthur's child had initially filled her with boundless joy.

Yet now, her own mother had described her with that word.

"Yes, you will never be acknowledged. No matter how desperately you strive, you will never be granted the right to inherit the throne!"

Morgan smiled and twisted the knife further, "Moreover, the nameless one does not belong to you—it belongs to her!"

"My child, slay those wretched lovers and claim your crown!"

That smile was like a dagger in Mordred's eyes.

"No, I refuse to believe this!"

She staggered back a few steps, unable to suppress her outcry.

Then she marched up to King Arthur, confronting the monarch she had once adored most.

She needed to know whether Morgan's words held any truth.

The king sighed softly in response, "So this is my sister's scheme. Though you are indeed my child, I have no intention of acknowledging this fact, much less passing the throne to you."

"Is that so... Now I understand why I was always relegated to the lowest seat at the Round Table."

Mordred stumbled backwards as she retreated.

In that moment, everything became clear.

How could King Arthur, who had always loathed Morgan, ever accept her?

No matter how fiercely she struggled, even if she surpassed all others in excellence—she would never be recognized!

The boundless adoration she once held for the perfect king now twisted into bottomless hatred.

At last, when King Arthur led her armies to distant Rome, seeking to secure a peaceful future for Britain in a single campaign, Mordred raised the banner of rebellion and seized control of the holy capital, Camelot.

Commanding vast legions, she intercepted the returning monarch at Camlann Hill.

Thus began the cataclysmic battle that would destroy Britain.

The knight who had once worshipped King Arthur with fanatical devotion now drew her sword against the sovereign: "Farewell, my king—and farewell to my weakness!"

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