Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two in the room stared at her in shock.

"Where is he???"

Mordred blurted out instantly, her expression turning urgent.

Right now, she had so much she wanted to say to him—she didn't want to wait a second longer.

Beside her, Gawain also exclaimed in surprise: "Nameless is still in this world?"

According to the previous two videos, it seemed as though he traversed the river of history, accompanying various heroic spirits.

Such a mysterious and powerful existence was likely either on the move or in some bygone era.

Once they met, Gawain wanted to treat him to a grand potato feast!

"Why should I tell you?"

Artoria smirked slightly, looking down at the girl before her.

Their facial features were identical, and occasionally people mistook one for the other.

The biggest difference?

Mordred had the body of a 15-year-old girl and would never grow older.

Standing side by side, they resembled the most perfect mother-daughter pair imaginable.

As Artoria gazed at her, she suddenly understood many things.

As a king, she had failed to save Britain.

As a parent, she had failed to raise her child properly—how could she have let her compete for a man!

What an unworthy father-king she was!

"Damn it!"

Mordred clenched her fists tightly, once again feeling the sting of merciless mockery.

This person would never tell her!

With a little thought, it was easy to guess the method she had used.

It was simple. At the end of the [Perfect King] video, to save Nameless from the brink of death, she had placed her scabbard within him.

[Avalon, the Ever-Distant Utopia!]

This scabbard was truly an EX-ranked Noble Phantasm, possessing defensive power on par with sorcery.

Its bearer would never age, and any injury would heal rapidly.

Even curses could be cured!

When its true name was released, it would grant complete invincibility, defending against all magical and physical attacks.

It could even reflect attacks—equivalent to a 100% damage-reflecting armor!

Had she not given the scabbard to Nameless, King Arthur would not have died from her grievous wounds!

The scabbard originally belonged to King Arthur, and she could sense it within a certain proximity.

In other words, the King could easily abandon her to go find Nameless.

Mordred silently resolved in her heart that she absolutely wouldn't let these two meet in secret.

She had to stick close!

Knock knock knock~

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from outside.

A large group of people came bursting into the Prime Minister's residence without any courtesy, pushing the doors open.

Kay barged in with a crowd: "Stop fighting, if this continues..."

After watching the video earlier, he had immediately realized these two would definitely come to blows.

To prevent another kingdom-destroying war from breaking out,

He'd directly called all the Round Table Knights stationed across the land to come mediate.

"It's a fight... that won't kill anyone... huh?"

When they rushed into the Prime Minister's residence, Kay stared dumbfounded at the peaceful scene before him.

What the hell?

Why were these two standing together perfectly fine, with no signs of fighting at all?

Artoria calmly looked at the many Round Table Knights who had barged in: "What, do you want me to abdicate?"

In the Age of Heroes, the Round Table Knights were stationed across various regions of Britain.

They would only gather in London for major festivals or existential threats to the kingdom.

But now, these knights had all assembled!

"Ahem, nothing important, we just missed our King and returned. Please forgive this transgression!" Kay coughed.

Regardless of their purpose, leaving their posts without authorization was an undeniable dereliction of duty.

"Since you're already here, we'll hold the highest-level press conference for appointing a new Round Table Knight, which I will personally preside over," Artoria said indifferently.

"Is it about Nameless?"

Gawain tentatively asked.

Currently, the only one qualified to appoint an original knight would be him.

"Yes."

The other party answered calmly.

Gawain was quite surprised by this: "But Nameless refused to become a Round Table Knight..."

From the very beginning, Nameless had refused to become a Round Table Knight, only willing to remain a true nameless knight.

"Hmph, he's angry at you! Who told you not to listen to him and insisted on pulling the sword from the stone!"

Mordred snorted coldly.

This made her burn with envy and jealousy.

If only she'd been born a bit earlier, she wouldn't be treated like a kid anymore.

"He can refuse, but I cannot withhold it!"

King Arthur turned and left, her cape billowing.

This time, the King didn't consult anyone, exercising her absolute authority for the first time.

However, the Round Table Knights present all exchanged glances—not a single one objected.

Beyond their worship of the King,

Their trust in the King,

And their loyalty to the King,

Nameless was absolutely qualified to be appointed a Round Table Knight—more qualified than any knight present!

After King Arthur's figure completely disappeared from view, Gawain reached out and patted Mordred's shoulder: "Don't be sad, Mordred. Later I'll make you some delicious mashed potatoes!"

"Are you trying to twist the knife, you potato fiend?"

Mordred glared at him angrily.

This bastard brother had been targeting her from start to finish—how infuriating!

After Kay understood the context of their bet,

He smiled gleefully: "Mordred, the King's growth is all thanks to Gawain's secret potato recipe! If you eat the same portions as the King every day, you'll grow too!"

"Really?"

Mordred looked somewhat doubtful.

"Has your brother Gawain ever lied to you?" Kay said with supreme confidence.

Beside them, Gawain opened his mouth.

This guy was truly notorious for his sharp tongue and loose lips, completely unconcerned about burning his own reputation.

Without hesitation, he threw the blame squarely on him!

A flawless non-stick pan!

"W-Well, I'll give it a try..."

Mordred glanced around at the circle of Knights of the Round Table and reluctantly nodded.

With so many honest, upright Knights of the Round Table present, surely they wouldn't all conspire to deceive her?

...

[King Arthur to Hold Knighthood Ceremony for the Round Table!]

As one of the most popular Heroic Spirits, this news instantly spread worldwide.

The discussion frenzy even surpassed the previous press conference held by Jeanne d'Arc.

Because this was the conferment of a Knight of the Round Table!

Since the Age of Heroic Spirits began,

No new Knights of the Round Table had ever been created!

"Souma, quick, look! A Round Table knighthood ceremony!" Roya couldn't contain her excitement.

This was a once-in-a-century event,

The entire internet had already exploded.

The moment she returned from school, she planted herself in front of the TV, wanting to witness history firsthand.

"It'll probably fall to me."

Souma watched the familiar figure on screen with complex emotions.

You're truly no longer that naive young girl.

If only you hadn't pulled the sword from the stone earlier, you wouldn't have had to go through so much...

"Pfft, you think you're Nameless or something?"

Roya rolled her eyes.

The internet was full of wishful thinkers desperately praying the honor would go to them.

Being personally knighted by King Arthur would elevate one directly to quasi-Heroic Spirit status.

Truly ascending to heaven in a single step!

On screen.

King Arthur's divine voice boomed forth—

"Hearken!"

"Thy fate lies beneath mine, mine fate rests upon thy sword!"

"Answer my summons, those who would follow this will, respond to me!"

"Here do I swear:"

"I am the King of the Round Table, I am she who walks the path of chivalry!"

"Let the knight's oath crown thee, accept this knighthood, Nameless Knight!"

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