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  Artoria couldn't stop eating ohey reached the food street.

  "Master, this is so delicious!" she excimed, holding several skewers of grilled meatballs in one hand and takoyaki iher.

  "Artoria, if you like it, eat as much as you want. But it would be eveer if you called me by my name," Roy said with a chuckle, his heart melting at the sight of her stuffed cheeks.

  Artoria wasly "Moe" in the same way as Kanna, but her occasional dispy of childish ess was still incredibly endearing.

  Artoria paused her eating, then blushed slightly and said, "Roy."

  "Yes, Artoria?" Roy replied, pleased that she had finally used his name.

  "Roy, is it okay for us to walk around so openly? Won't we be attacked by other Servants?" Artoria asked.

  "Hmm, I don't think so. Aren't the Holy Grail War battles supposed to take pce at night? With so many people around during the day, I doubt..."

  Before Roy could finish his sentence, a figure suddenly charged out from a nearby alley. armor and wielding a massive sword, she attacked Artoria.

  Artoria quickly dropped her snacks and transformed, blog the attack with Excalibur.

  g!

  The force of the impact shattered the grouh them.

  People screamed in panic at the sound of g metal.

  'Isn't that t and Mordred?' Roy thought in surprise, reizing the familiar sword.

  More and more Servants were appearing out of nowhere. Was Aya responsible for this?

  Roy could only marvel at the situation. This was like a free recruitment drive for his peerage!

  He even sidered raiding the Throne of Heroes.

  He could have any SSR he wanted!

  The idea took root in his mind. He decided to pay the Throne of Heroes a visit before leaving this world.

  ...

  Somewhere in the void—Aya shivered.

  ...

  Roy, seeing the chaos erupting ireet, snapped his fingers.

  Snap!

  Time seemed to rewind around them.

  The people who had withe attack returo their previous state, as if they had seen nothing.

  Roy then transported Artoria and the attacker to the subspace.

  "You're... Mordred?" Artoria finally reized the armor. She had fought Mordred and her rebel army otlefield before being a Heroic Spirit.

  "Heh, Father! I didn't expect you to still be alive. Well then, allow me to finish you off!" Mordred decred, removing her helmet to reveal a face that looked strikingly simir to Artoria's, with golden hair tied up in a ponytail.

  She looked like a younger, more rebellious version of Artoria.

  But to Roy—she was just a brat.

  Mordred had always respected her father, King Arthur, and roud of him.

  She hadn't followed her aunt Man's orders and acted acc to her own desire to be aowledged by her father.

  But her ins were a secret that, once revealed, would lead to reje by King Arthur.

  Feelirayed, Mordred joined forces with Man.

  She sought to gain her father's aowledgment through rebellion.

  "Mordred, why would you do this?" Artoria asked, still uo uand why Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table, had betrayed her. Was she truly unfit to be a king?

  "Heh, because I believe I rule Britaier than you," Mordred replied with a grin.

  "Is that so?" Artoria fell silent for a moment, then said, "But I still don't believe you're worthy of being a king."

  "What?! Damn it! I everoyed the try you protected, but you still won't aowledge me?!" Mordred roared, frustrated.

  She had believed that defeating her father would earn his reition.

  But that was just her wishful thinking. Artoria would never aowledge her as a worthy successor.

  Enraged, Mordred charged at Artoria.

  Artoria met her attack head-on.

  "Artoria, just give the brat a good beating! Don't overthink it," Roy said with a chuckle.

  Artoria, hearing his words, nodded.

  "Uood!"

  "Who are you calling a brat?!" Mordred snarled.

  But she was too busy fighting to retort properly.

  ...

  Mordred realized that her father's attacks were much fiercer than before.

  She could barely block them, her arms numb from the force.

  When did Father bee s?

  This was because Artoria was determio put Mordred in her pce. With Roy's unlimited magical energy supply, she could unleash her full power.

  g! g! g!

  The ereet was destroyed by their battle, but they seemed uned about the damage, likely realizing they were in a separate dimension.

  Mordred was still too young and inexperienced. She was no match for Artoria.

  After a dozen exges, she was ko the ground.

  "Damn it!"

  Refusing to admit defeat, she raised her sword, t, which glowed with red lightning. She was about to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

  Artoria also prepared to release her Noble Phantasm.

  "t Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father"

  "Excalibur!"

  They both shouted—and their beams of light collided.

  The powerful energy destroyed everything around them. The ground cracked, and buildings colpsed.

  A massive trened between them.

  The light was blinding.

  The csh sted for what seemed like ay.

  When the dust settled, Artoria was still standing, her sword poiowards the sky.

  Mordred y wounded irench.

  She was severely injured but didn't disappear because she wasn't a Servant. Her physical body had been summoned.

  Roy winced. Artoria had been ruthless, almost killing Mordred.

  Was this the legendary father-daughter love?

  He walked over to the unsordred and poked her cheek with his finger.

  Her armor had deactivated since she was unscious, revealing a red sports bra and shorts.

  Her outfit was surprisingly fashionable.

  But her ft-chested figure made her look like a tomboy.

  Suddenly, Mordred opened her eyes and swung her sword at Roy's neck.

  She knew he was her father's Master. If she killed him, she would effectively defeat her father.

  A triumphant smirk spread across her face.

  But then...

  Snap!

  Roy swiftly extewo fingers and caught the bde between them.

  Mordred was stunned. She hadn't expected him to effortlessly catch her sword.

  "Heh, you silly girl—Did you really think I would fall for that?" Roy chuckled.

  He then flicked her forehead with his other hand.

  "Ow..." Mordred yelped, clutg her forehead.

  Her sword vanished.

  Roy had sealed her power with that flid simultaneously healed her injuries.

  "What? What did you do to me?" Mordred asked, armed by the sudden loss of her power.

  "This is what you get for being a naughty child. Artoria, watd learn. This is how you discipline a brat," Roy said, then lifted Mordred onto his p and spanked her.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  The sound echoed through the room.

  "Aaaaah! You despicable fiend! How dare you do this to me?! I won't let you get away with this!"

  Mordred's indignant cries echoed through the air, but she couldn't break free from Roy's grasp.

  Artoria, witnessing this se, blushed. She hadn't expected Roy's "lesson" to be like—this.

  "Hmph! Still defiant, are you? I'll make sure you remember this!" Roy decred, redoubling his efforts.

  After a thh spanking, Mordred finally stopped shouting.

  Her bum was bright red—

  Roy, seeing that she had finally quieted down, stopped spanking her and looked down. He was surprised to find Mordred's eyes filled with a strange, almost seductive light.

  He froze.

  What was going on?

  How did spankiurn her on?

  Roy khat Mordred was a tsuh a sharp tongue, a ponytail, and a bit of a father plex.

  But he had never heard of her having a masochistic side.

  "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, trying to maintain a stern expression. He had to correct Mordred's bad behavior.

  "Yes, yes! Don't stop! Keep spanking me," Mordred pleaded, her eyes filled with a surprising allure.

  "...."

  This wasn't something a rebellious child should be saying!

  "Well, you asked for it! I've never received such a request before," Roy said with a shrug, then delivered another spank.

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  "Mmm..." Mordred moaned.

  It seemed he had awakened something within her.

  Roy tinued spanking her.

  "Alright, it's getting te. Let's head back," he said, gng at the sky.

  After spending the day shopping with Artoria, then witnessing the battle between Artoria and Mordred, it was almost evening.

  It was time to return home.

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