Fate/Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated with a Servant's body (Mordred)

Mordred flew east for a while.

After leaving the city's area, he stopped using Mana Burst and gradually slowed down.

While drifting through the air, he asked the Troubadour, "Are you okay?"

"I'm… A little dizzy."

Mordred silently cast Healing and Detoxification Magic on her while maintaining the Zero Gravity field around them.

"Huh, what was that? Was that silent Healing Magic?" The Troubadour looked surprised.

"Yes."

"I see. So you must be that famous 16th Prince of Kingdragon!" The Troubadour grinned.

Mordred faintly smiled in response, not speaking.

The Troubadour asked again, "How come we're floating in the air without falling? Is this Gravity Magic?"

"Yes."

"How did you learn it?"

"It's a secret."

Mordred didn't speak more and accelerated once again.

They continued flying straight east for around half an hour until they reached the coast line.

After that, Mordred flew along the coastline until he noticed a village, then landed there.

He came to that village to ask for further directions, then flew to another town and eventually reached the coastline village that he seemed to be looking for.

"Well, we found the village. Now we need to find the dragon," said the Troubadour.

"We'll just have to ask the villagers," Mordred replied.

"You know, they might not speak the Human Language. It's often like this with those reclusive tribes."

"It's fine. I can speak the Demon God Language if needed."

"Oh, you can?"

"I learned to speak in several languages and Demon God is one of them."

"Really."

Mordred wanted to approach the tribesmen but there was no need because after he landed near the tribe, a few of them came up to him themselves.

There were three people, two men and one woman, all holding simple spears. They had pale and slightly bluish skin, as well a webbing between their fingers as if to assist in swimming.

'They seem like a Demon Race related to the Sea Race. Interesting.'

After the Human-Demon War 300 years ago, the Demon Race was chased back to the Demon Continent after losing, but many still remained.

 While most settlements were wiped out, there were still reclusive tribes all over the Central Continent that exist independently and no one cares about them because they have nothing to offer; the world is simply too big for the current population.

The three tribal warriors approached Mordred and the Troubadour with wariness, shouting out in a rough Human language:

"Leave!"

"Intruders not welcome!!!"

Mordred then replied clearly in Demon God: "We came here to slay the Blue Dragon!"

After the three heard it, they became dumbfounded.

"You want to slay the dragon?" One of them asked back in Demon God, and then laughed out loud; the two others followed suit.

"Do you doubt my strength?" Mordred asked back. He looked to the side. After thinking for a moment, he silently created a fireball in his hand and then shot it out.

Boom!

His Explosion spell exploded with a loud bang, creating a large crater where it landed.

The three warriors were startled and full of shock.

Mordred faintly smiled. He read that these kinds of tribes rarely had access to Magic if they didn't speak the Human Language. He said, "Just tell me where the dragon is!"

The three began to talk among each other, before their leader pointed in the direction. "There! Behind that mound! Deep in the forest."

"I understand."

After Mordred next looked at the Troubadour, she smiled and said, "Your Demon God Language is pretty good."

"Oh? You can speak the Demon God?"

"Of course! I'm a Demon myself, you see."

"Oh, I see… And by the way, I could probably also carry you on my back. Whichever you prefer."

"Oh no, do carry me like a princess, my prince!" The 30-year-old looking woman said and smiled flirtatiously in a teasing manner.

Mordred ignored the tease. He picked up the Troubadour again and leaped into the sky.

The three Demon Race warriors dropped their jaws as they watched this. They did not see wrongly before – these two truly descended from the skies!

What was a divine power? That was it!

The three knelt down onto the ground in worship and began to pray, wishing the holy saviors success in their mission.

In the meantime, Mordred followed the directions he received. He passed over the mound and entered a dense forest.

Following that, he kept traveling deeper into the forest where the density of Magical Energy was higher. That's where the strongest monsters would live.

Following this lead, Mordred didn't have problems in finding what looked to be the dragon's lair.

'Albion, come out.'

[Why?... Do I have to?]

'I'm going to fight that thing, so I can't have you in my bag.'

[Ah, okay.]

Albion pulled out his head from the pouch, then jumped out of it, immediately beginning to swing his wings and stay in the air in a manner similar to a bird – the wings were slow yet somehow it was enough to suspend him in the air, before he landed on the ground.

"Oooh! How amazing and cute! It's my first time seeing a baby dragon!" The Troubadour was ecstatic as she watched Albion.

Mordred pulled out his Magic Ring and gave it to the Troubadour. "Keep it on you, just in case. This ring can create a defensive barrier after pointing it at the enemy. Although it isn't especially strong."

"Oh! Thank you! You're so thoughtful!" The Troubadour smiled as she received the ring with the green gem.

Mordred was expressionless. It was of course only lending.

At this time, the two could feel the ground shake as something big was approaching them. Clearly, the blue dragon detected the intruders and rushed out to chase them away.

Mordred pulled out his sword and began to run straight at the blue dragon that just appeared.

In comparison to the King Dragons, the Blue Dragon was slimmer and significantly smaller, looking more like a drake. Rather than blue, its skin was closer to aquamarine.

"Go, go, my prince! Slay the evil dragon!" The Troubadour waved her hand while cheering, seeming relaxed.

"Craaaaa!" The Blue Dragon let out a reptilian shout, then began to charge straight at Mordred once again at high speed.

Sharp blue claws were sent down at Mordred, seeming to part the wind, but he easily avoided them, making them pierce into the earth next to him.

Another set of strikes was sent down and then a bite. The dragon seemed to be using Wind Magic to boost its movements, but it still couldn't catch Mordred who agilely avoided all of it. After that, he jumped up with a somersault and began to run along the dragon's wing, soon ending up on top of the dragon's back.

Then he swung his sword, using the flat of his blade to hit the side of the dragon's head.

Bang!

A dull sound was heard and the dragon staggered on its feet.

"~And so the young prince bravely rushed in, with sword in hand and fearless grin! Across the dragon's wing he flew, to strike the beast with valor true!..."

Mordred stopped fighting momentarily as he turned to listen on top of the dragon's back. He saw the Troubadour singing with a grin.

The Troubadour continued playing as if she had the time of her life, "~He danced with death on the dragon's spine, dragon so large it could crush a house! The beast reared and thrashed with skyward cry, bringing the prince back to the ground!..."

"~Demonic flames engulfed the boy, a roaring blaze meant to destroy! But lo! From fire he rose anew - his heart alight, his purpose true!..."

Afterwards, the Troubadour grinned at Mordred and asked, "What do you think?"

"It's nice, but… That's not what's happening at all."

Bang!

Mordred bonked the dragon on the head again while casually standing on top of its back, making it sway from side to side.

"I have to make my songs more entertaining, you see! Reality is often too boring. But aren't you having too easy a time with that dragon?"

"Well, it's only a single A-rank monster, so it's nothing much."

Not explaining himself more, Mordred jumped out from the dragon's back with a somersault, simultaneously turning 180 degrees around in the air.

He landed a few meters away, facing the dragon.

A dozen seconds later the dragon left its dazed state and fixed its eyes on Mordred.

It then shook its wings and opened its maw as if inhaling air.

"Dragon breath!" The Troubadour quickly shouted out a warning.

Just as the bard said, several moments later a powerful surge of flames and hot air shot out from the Blue Dragon's mouth. Compared to the King Dragons', that dragon breath traveled at a faster pace, seeming to be boosted by Wind Magic.

Mordred moved his sword to the front to block it.

Normally a swordsman would not block but cut down spells. Even cutting down Wind Magic was possible.

However, how would one cut down a continuous magic attack like a dragon's breath?

Perhaps one could just keep swinging their sword again and again while escaping the affected range, but Mordred had a better technique just for that; although it was not Mana efficient, it looked quite cool.

As the wind storm began to assault him, his sword glowed with the crimson-red thunder of Mana Burst as he held it firm in front of him like a laser blade, parting the flames.

A few seconds later the breath attack finally ended and Mordred was revealed to remain standing in place, not shaken at all.

"Ooooh!!! Amazing! I'm simply bursting with inspiration here!" The Troubadour seemed delighted. "~The beast took flight with thunderous roar, Its wings like storms, its rage a war! The prince stood firm, his blade enshrined…"

Mordred scratched his head. 'That's not quite what's happening here…'

The dragon never took flight.

But either way, during this time the Blue Dragon had enough of it and charged at Mordred once again.

Mordred agilely dodged it, then in the air slashed out with his sword, decapitating the beast in one final strike.

"~The prince gripped tight, steel flashed with light, ready to end this thunderous fight…"

The dragon was already killed, but the Troubadour was on the roll and continued singing while spinning round and round in place.

Mordred laughed. Today he felt like he was Geralt.

After finishing her song, the Troubadour strung all of her strings at once one final time and smiled. "Did you like it? My genius sometimes surprises even me!"

Mordred thought for a moment and said, "I heard your earlier song in the city. If you want to make your songs more popular, they should be more catchy."

The Troubadour slightly frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the beat and the words should be more catchy… Make them songs that people would want to sing along. Or at least include a single chorus with simple yet catchy words and tunes that would stay stuck in their heads… For example."

Mordred cleared his throat and began to sing 'My Mother Told Me' at a slow pace.

"~My mother told me... Someday I would buy... A galley with good oars, Sail to distant shores…"

"~Stand upon the prow… Noble barque I steer… Steady the course to the haven, Hew many foe-men! Hew many foemen!"

After a brief pause, he went at it again:

"~My mother told me, someday I would buy... A galley with good oars, Sail to distant shores. Stand upon the prow, Noble barque I steer. Steady the course to the haven, hew many foe-men! Hew many… foemen!"

When Mordred finished, the Troubadour had her hand covering her mouth with an expression of shock. She said, "That was brilliant! Although I couldn't understand the words, I can tell that it's a great song! Did you write it yourself?"

"Yes… Maybe it was not the best example, but what I meant to say is that a simple beat and a simple chorus make the most catchy songs that would get stuck in people's heads... It doesn't mean you have to dumb down the entire song. Just a single catchy part of it could skyrocket the song's popularity. I think."

"Is that so? That gives me a lot to think about. I suppose the rumors of you being a genius are not false. You could also make it as a musician."

"Of course. I'm good at everything," Mordred said half-jokingly.

"Haha." The Troubadour chuckled, before saying, "You have a good voice and talent for music, indeed. Boy, what do you think of running away from the palace and becoming a musician to tour the world with little old me?"

"That… I think I'll have to pass on it for now. Haha." Mordred laughed.

He could probably revolutionize the music scene of this entire world with his knowledge from Earth if he wanted to… It's too bad he simply had too many more important things to do. He could only leave that for later.

"Oh, what a pity… And it's also a pity I'm probably ten times your age. Hahaha." The Troubadour laughed.

Mordred's eyes widened. 'Ten times?!…'

…

After killing the Blue Dragon, Mordred cut out its Magic Stone and took it.

He then brought the dragon's head to the village and dropped it there, telling the Demon race villagers that the dragon was killed and they could go to collect its corpse.

With his job done, Mordred flew back to the Shirone kingdom's capital with the Troubadour.

Following this event, in a one reclusive tribe of demons there would be a legend… of a son of the sun who descended from the skies with the maiden of the moon to slay the evil dragon that terrorized their people… But that was a story for another time.

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AN: Next chapter - Asura Kingdom!