Fate: the New King of Camelot. [Rewrite]

Ch. 3: Alliance

Anna and Mordred are in an unpleasant predicament. They have been found and their existence to all the masters has been known.

"You... Are you..." The King of Knight tried to remember who's the person she's looking at.

Mordred ability, Secret of Pedigree, make her identity unknown to anyone who see her.

"Father...!"

"So you are Mordred... "

Mordred in turn looks at her father, and she sees that her father has an irritated expression.

"How... Why are you here? "

"I... "

"Are you trying to stop me again? "

"That is..."

"What? "

Mordred stopped her talking. She immediately remembers what happened to Camelot. She enticed a rebellion against King Arthur, which was the last final straw to the downfall of King Arthur's Kingdom. Mordred is sure with that way of talking, her father is angry with her.

"Mordred... Are you here to stop me? "

"I... Father, I have been worried about you! I have always been concerned about your safety! I know you don't believe in that, but-"

Artoria shakes her head as if to dismiss Mordred's words.

"There's no use to be worried about me. No, it is quite pointless for you to do so."

"That is not true! I didn't mean to. I was just..."

Mordred grab her head, searching for a reason to tell her Father.

Artoria stares at Mordred, making her quiet down.

"We are in a Holy Grail War, and we're on the opposing side. No matter what you said, this war would force us to be enemies to have our wish to be achieved." She point her sword at Mordred. "If you want to redeem yourself, show it on our eventual battle. I'll wait for it." She turned away and walk toward her master.

Mordred stood in the moment while looking at her father walking away, thinking of what her father said. Mordred snapped out of it when her Master called her out.

|Mordred! Snap out of it! I know you want to have... Some conversation with your father, but this isn't the best time to do it.|

|Ah?! Shit, right.|

Mordred took a battle stance, holding her sword in her palm while looking at the servants who had been examining her and her Master.

Meanwhile, when Mordred was talking with her Father, Anna was having some talking with the lady that Artoria was protecting.

"Illya, is that you? " Irisviel looks at Anna with a worried and surprised face. She thinks that Anna is Illya, her daughter with Kiritsugu.

"Uhh... No, sorry, but I'm not someone you might think of. " Anna dismisses her idea by shaking her head and swaying her right hand.

"But your voice, you sound exactly like her. Even your eyes, your eyes are the same! Illya! Are you sure you're not-"

"Oh, is that so? But just because I might sound and look the same, doesn't mean I'm Illya, daughter of yours right? I'm Anna, the Master of my Servant. "

"You said you're Anna, but how... "

"And Ma'am, I suggest not thinking me as your Illya. You don't want to be thinking of fighting your daughter right? "

Irisviel shows up her face with realization. She then clenches her right hand to her chest and looks to the side.

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