Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

The Hill of Camlann.

Two armies, once brothers and kin, now engaged in a bloody battle to the death.

"Betrayal again!"

Jeanne d'Arc took a sip of red wine as she watched the scene on screen, reminded of her own past.

Back then, after reclaiming Orléans and striving to liberate all of France, she was betrayed by the French themselves.

The nobles had no regard for country or people—only the greed etched into their bones.

So greedy that even the King of France at the time couldn't afford to ransom her.

"Jealousy and despair truly rob people of all reason!"

Jeanne swirled her wine glass, her pale golden eyes fixed on the transformed knight girl on screen.

The Knight of Treachery—Mordred!

After learning the truth from her mother Morgan and hearing King Arthur herself declare she would never inherit the throne, no matter how much Mordred had once idolized King Arthur, that admiration turned into equal parts hatred.

Jeanne sighed softly. "King Arthur, you truly don't understand human hearts."

She pursued perfection too relentlessly.

A flawless king could never allow someone with so many imperfections to inherit the throne.

For Britain, for all her people, she had long abandoned all human emotions.

Leaving only the coldest rationality.

This rationality led her to make the most logical choices—yet overlooked the most crucial aspect of humanity!

Mordred asked again, "Father, I just want to know—in your eyes, am I nothing but filth, utterly unworthy of the throne?"

"Stand down. I can forgive you."

Artoria spoke softly, her expression as composed as ever.

After drawing the sword from the stone and enduring countless warnings from Nameless, she had steeled herself for this.

To protect her people, her blade would inevitably be stained with blood.

Even if abandoned, betrayed, or cursed, there was no turning back.

A king must endure loneliness!

"Hahaha, Arthur, you really don't understand human hearts!"

Mordred suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face.

She pointed at the massive army behind her. "Do you know why all these people follow me in rebellion?"

"I do not."

The king shook her head.

These knights—once devoted followers or twisted admirers—now pointed their swords at her.

"You may have protected Britain, but you grew colder and more ruthless with time."

Mordred sighed. "To fund your wars, you crushed villages, believing sacrificing one would save ten—leaving countless families broken!"

"To win battles, you never hesitated to sacrifice every last one of them!"

"You believed knights should sacrifice everything silently, like Nameless, without even deserving rewards for victory!"

...

Behind her, the crowd listened in silence to Mordred's furious accusations.

These were the very reasons they had chosen rebellion—they could no longer endure this endless war.

Yet, modern audiences watching this scene had entirely different reactions—

-[Mordred, these are just excuses! A king must be ruthless to command armies and govern wealth!]

-[In Britain's darkest hour, only a king like Arthur could ensure the survival of the nation and its people!]

-[But the Britons couldn't endure years of warfare anymore, which is why they joined the rebellion!]

-[Ah, it's not King Arthur who was wrong, but the world!]

...

In the video.

War erupted.

The battle between both sides reached unprecedented ferocity, with both great armies completely annihilated!

Countless bloody scenes flashed by.

In the end, only father and child remained standing on the hill of swords, surrounded by countless fallen soldiers.

The sheer density of corpses created a scene of utter horror!

"See, King Arthur? Your kingdom is finished! Completely destroyed! All this could have been avoided if you'd just passed the throne to me!"

Tears streamed down Mordred's face as she stood there, looking utterly deranged. "Was I, as Morgan's child, really so hateful to you?"

"No, I never hated you! There's only one reason I didn't pass the throne to you—you lacked the capacity to be king!"

King Arthur stared steadily at her. "Mordred, you've disappointed me so much!"

"Farewell, Father... and farewell to my weakness!"

In her boundless despair, Mordred's once fanatical admiration and loyalty transformed into infinite hatred.

She drew her Noble Phantasm, pouring all her resentment into it:

"My rage knows no bounds!"

The sword that should have radiated a brilliant silver glow now burned with a sinister crimson-black light of betrayal.

Infinite malice shimmered within that radiance, transforming it completely into a cursed demonic blade that pierced the heavens.

Mordred roared with all her might: "Clarent Blood Arthur!"

"Mordred, you've disappointed me so much!"

Artoria unleashed the power of her holy lance: "Shining at the end of the world... the storm anchor that rends the sky and connects the earth!"

"Rhongomyniad!"

The two ultimate Noble Phantasms erupted with dazzling brilliance, crashing toward each other with devastating force.

At that moment, an enraged shout came from afar: "Morgan, get out of my way! If you dare stop me again, I'll kill you!"

The familiar voice caused both combatants to hesitate for the briefest instant.

Countless viewers instantly realized—

-[Holy shit! So that's why Nameless wasn't here—Morgan was blocking him!]

-[Morgan and her thousand-layered schemes, how deep they run!]

-[Britain's doomed! Nothing can stop this father and child from killing each other now!]

-[Can't be helped—this is a historical record. King Arthur's fate is sealed, and Britain's fall is inevitable!]

...

Under the intense gaze of all,

A familiar red cape flashed into view.

The Nameless Hero appeared once more, placing himself between the two combatants.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The two Noble Phantasms came crashing down, unleashing world-shattering destruction in an instant.

Even someone as powerful as Nameless couldn't possibly withstand such an assault.

"Nameless, what are you doing?!"

The normally composed and perfect Knight King rushed forward without hesitation, catching him in her arms.

Under the twin beams of annihilation,

Even with his defenses raised, Nameless stood no chance against two ultimate Noble Phantasms simultaneously.

Seven layers of violet petals shattered instantly, his body suffering fatal wounds in the process.

"Lily, I wanted to change Britain's doomed future... but I found I couldn't alter it at all."

Nameless coughed up a mouthful of blood, reaching up to touch the girl's cheek.

Though her breath was faint, she smiled brilliantly: "If this is the destined future, then let me bear it all. Because I am your knight!"

"No, I won't allow you to die!" King Arthur clutched her hand desperately.

At this moment, the perfection-seeking king felt boundless fear and panic for the first time.

Meanwhile.

Mordred's blood-red eyes, once filled with rage, suddenly became utterly distraught: "No! Nameless, why did you have to appear now!?"

Her rebellion was only to make King Arthur acknowledge her, not truly to kill her father.

Why did Nameless still stand by the other's side even at such a time?

Gritting her teeth, she asked with the last shred of hope: "Nameless, how do you truly see me?"

"You're important! The most precious treasure I'd give everything to protect!"

Nameless coughed up another mouthful of blood, her body already nearing death, yet she gazed at Mordred with infinite tenderness.

"I'm... the treasure you'd give everything to protect?"

Mordred stood frozen.

Originally, being rejected by her father had driven her to rebellion in furious desperation.

But now.

The other person she admired most was saying she mattered beyond measure.

Enough to sacrifice everything for her!

Hearing this, Mordred suddenly felt weightless, as if there was nothing left to fear.

Does he care for me this much? Could I be more important than Father in his eyes?

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