Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Altria Custer.

Castor is terrible.

Mordred never imagined that among her steady fathers there were people even more impulsive, rebellious, and destructive than herself.

No matter how many fathers the king has, Mordred only has one now.

In Chaldea.

She was constantly under the care and pressure from her fathers.

Especially her father, who was always black, would give her a good beating every time he caught her.

For example, if a maid eats chocolate in bed and stains the sheets, or breaks a glass, such a small thing, if her father sees it, she will definitely get a beating.

"I was originally going to say that I would be happy to see my father, but there are just too many fathers... even I can't handle it!"

Mordred sighed softly.

She dared not say this in front of Artoria and the others.

If the Black King finds out, she'll beat him severely with a broom she's made from her treasured artifact.

"Hahaha... Well, after all, Mordred destroyed her kingdom, so it's normal for Artoria to harbor resentment."

Boudica smiled and comforted Mordred.

As a mother who has actually had children, she can understand Mordred's inner grievances.

Everyone wants to receive their father's love and be recognized by the person they admire; these are very common desires.

But in Camelot, it became the thread that led to destruction.

Artoria was also very aggrieved.

She had been single her whole life, never had sex with her wife, and then suddenly this son appeared. She couldn't hold back more than anyone else.

—It's all Morgan's fault.

Morgan is innocent too.

Suddenly, a little sister appeared out of nowhere, claiming she wanted to save Britain. The witch, the island's ruler, was helpless and went mad with anger.

If Merlin hadn't insisted on working with King Uther on that artificial red dragon project...

—It's all Merlin's fault.

Merlin is innocent too.

Isn't this the ideal king you humans want? I've created him for you, and yet you say the king doesn't understand human nature.

Britain was destined for destruction. Why did it have to go through all this turmoil? Wouldn't it be better to let it fade away quietly, like the other worlds' divine era?

Some things, the more you force them, the less likely you are to get them.

Letting things take their natural course may actually lead to the best outcome.

Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone is innocent... In short, every snowflake bears responsibility.

“I know that my father works very hard to govern the country, and I rebelled because I didn’t want her to have such a hard time.”

Mordred propped her cheek up with her hand, turned her face away, and muttered something.

Then she waved her hand.

"But never mind. It's all in the past, and I don't want to bring up old things anymore. Boudica... get me something to eat."

"That's true... what's past is past."

Boudica said with a smile, "Actually, even in the Second Singularity, I couldn't let go of the resentment I felt in my previous life. I was supposed to save humanity, but I became an accomplice in the destruction of the world. It's really shameful to think about it."

"What's there to be ashamed of!"

Mordred retorted somewhat indignantly, "Even if it's about human reason, it still needs to have a sense of logic, right?! Asking a victim to save a country that hurt them? Even if that country is important in human history, for an individual, such a summons is simply too much!"

However, human reasoning is summoned randomly based on geographical location.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Not everyone is like Geronimo, able to put aside their deep-seated racial hatred for the sake of humanity.

Therefore, Boudica's anger was entirely understandable.

Moreover, the Roman emperor did take Boudica's revenge seriously and acknowledged Rome's evil deeds.

This point is also commendable.

"It's alright. When I can't calm my anger and resentment, I just won't meet with Nero. Besides, even if I seek revenge in the future, it will be for the evil deeds of Rome, and I won't hurt people anymore. So you don't need to stand up for me, Mordred."

I'm very happy that you have this thought.

Mother Bu affectionately patted Xiao Mo's head.

"Um...I'm not a little kid anymore!"

Boudica treats the Britannian Servants like a mother, which is quite nice.

Especially rebellious kids like Mordred, who actually have no temper in front of Boudica.

Even Artoria and the others dared not be too presumptuous in front of Boudica.

After all, she was a very important member of the Chaldea kitchen.

"So you're going to the Sixth Singularity with your Master?" Boudica asked.

"That's only natural!"

Mordred raised an eyebrow, his expression defiant.

"Since the other party is my corrupt father, then I, Mordrere, must take action!"

After all, the fathers I've encountered so far are all from the same faction. This time, I've finally met a father from the opposing faction, and I'm itching to use my Noble Phantasm.

Even if you've already let go?

"what."

Mordred nodded: "It has nothing to do with letting go or not; Father is doing something wrong."

“As the king’s son, I must correct the king’s actions.”

"Only by standing up to correct the king when he makes a mistake can one be called a good knight, right?"

Mordred's eyes, the same deep blue as his father's, shone brightly.

—I am no longer human.

From the first time I met my senior.

Together with our predecessors, we will save the singularity and humanity.

Having passed through numerous singularities... I deeply felt my own inadequacy in power.

Do not know why,

Mash Kyrielight has been constantly deviating from the person that "they" originally created me to be.

Without my seniors, I would continue to be adjusted and live the life of a "quasi-servant," unable to understand true emotions.

At first, I wanted someone who could truly be my mentor, someone who was just an ordinary person with no special skills.

In this way, I can learn from her how to become a person.

That was my initial impression of my senior.

Gentle, kind, friendly, and approachable.

But the predecessor was the true ancestor...

My senior saved me, turning me into a half-dead creature.

Unlike other Dead Apostles, I don't have their weaknesses. My urge to drink blood isn't as strong. I only have a slight urge to drink blood when I feel a little ashamed of someone I like.

My active lifespan has changed from 18 years to eternity.

At this moment, I feel... a complex mix of emotions welling up inside me.

She can easily recover from any injury; it's wonderful that she's a shield-type Servant for her senior... if her senior needs a shield-type Servant for defense.

Unfortunately, the senior didn't need it.

As a true ancestor, Fujimaru Ritsuka would find it difficult to die even if she wanted to.

Humans and Heroic Spirits cannot merge...

The living cannot be the same as the dead.

This would result in the living being forever bound, endlessly spinning on a spiral called growth.

Mashu doesn't need to grow; she only needs to be a tool in battle, a useful [Demi-Servant].

This was the original intention of former director Marisbury in creating Mash; it was not an inhumane method, but perhaps in his view, it was insignificant compared to the protection of human rights.

But Mashu, as a Dead Apostle, completely broke free from the development path arranged for her by Marisbury, and then went in an absurd direction... even the opposite direction, leaving everyone else far behind.

—Because the Dead Apostles are a negation of human history.

However, Mash was deeply attached to everything human and did not become a true Dead Apostle.

Does she deserve to wear the crown?

To become an ancestor.

This is not about Mashu denying human history, but rather... completing a task that truly belongs to her.

This road is very, very long.

Moreover, Mashu has never reached the starting point of her life.

She can't understand it yet.

"Hey... Mashu, you're here? You didn't participate in training or relax with Ritsuka... Did something happen?"

The young man, wearing a white overcoat and with orange hair tied in a ponytail, approached with a kind face and asked gently.

"Dr. Roman!"

Mashu's eyes lit up.

For Mashu, Dr. Roman was essentially like a father figure.

From the age of 12, she had been responsible for taking care of this innocent girl. At that time, Mashu's impression on her was like a blank sheet of paper, plain and bewildered... she wouldn't have such a rich expression as she does now.

"It's been so long since I've talked to you like this, it really surprised me."

Dr. Roman paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering if I'm on the right path... for someone like me..."

Mashu's voice was very soft, like snowflakes falling outside Chaldea.

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Dr. Roman looked at Mashu with slightly yellowed eyes and asked with some surprise, "What do you mean by the right path?"

"As a Dead Apostle, endowed with the blood of the True Ancestor by my predecessor, the idea of ​​saving humanity... in itself makes me feel somewhat afraid. I instinctively want to understand my current feelings... and I can indeed understand them, but—"

“In the past, I would just stare blankly at the staff of Chaldea and do what they asked me to do without having so many thoughts.”

"Moreover, regarding my past self, my past room, and even humanity of the past..."

"Yes, doctor, I'm a little scared."

"Mash said frankly."

"Don't be afraid, Mashu. You won't go back to the past, nor will you go back to the sterile room."

Dr. Roman smoothed his orange ponytail and then sighed.

"Well, actually I don't know that much about Dead Apostles, but how should I put it, I can still see the changes in you now."

"Besides, to be honest, I don't think this change is bad. So I think your worries are unnecessary, Mash."

"But..."

Mashu recalled her past experiences.

Those were the endless demands she faced before the burning of humanity.