Author's Note: Intramurals after final examination of the First Semester? Journalism Competition and College Entrance Exam? What's wrong with my school? Come on, got no time for that.
Anyway, xirons20, Anon, EAnIL, Stratos263, Fid99, Warlord of Chaos, and eunikecindy8- thank you for your positive feedback and the f-king Guest who broke the hinges of my laptop- thank you too, now why don't you show your face in my house so I can properly discipline you, hm? And nope, 'Roxy' is not my name- not really. Nope. Nu- uh. So stop private messaging me just to prank me, alright?
So….. Where was I? Oh yeah, if you're looking closely at my writing style these few chapters, you can't really find any pattern on how I create my stories so I won't bother uniformly doing it one after another alright? And now that someone mentioned it, I kind of gave a wrong vibe using 'san', 'chan' and any honorifics in Japan so I'll just use Ms. or Mr. from now on- except those who really need to call our heroine 'Senpai'. And I'll be honest; I hate my writing style in this one. I don't know why, but I just felt it.
And I have once in a while collaboration with my partner in crime – the- same- writing- style- beshies- big sissy- from now on, and I'm grateful enough to her because I don't know what I'm going to put in that 'moment'. Uh, you see, I'm still a teenager and I honestly do not know if it can be a 'spike' on? I write the idea and my sis kind of tinker with in…. Y'know what I mean if you read thoroughly.
REMINDER:
KING MORDRED: [I just felt like it!]
SABER MORDRED: 'Gah! I don't know what I'm doing!'
MIND MORDRED: [The hecks happening!?]
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Have someone merely thought; what if I have a split personality?
What could be the struggles of the human experiencing these events? Yes, in a peculiar way, a story of a person with one body and two souls can be heard to the masses, and the world cannot also forget the paranormal record of ancient times how they said, a person lived with the life of a hundred demons inside his body. Recorded and enacting exorcism, medicines and mental care experimentations and rehabilitations, a few techniques to exterminate or balance what is the real 'person' and accepting the presence of a 'passenger'. There are also persons living that told a story that they can hear voices in their heads, guiding them to their safety or in many cases, drops them down in rehabilitation centers with a case of 'Insanity'.
However, for Saber Mordred- the dwellers in her body are nothing but the combination of both. They guide, whisper directions, but they ultimately inhabited her body for a reason. Unlike any other dwellers who benefits from the host, their relationship can be called 'give or take', for what they are lacking is being given by the other, those who cannot think are taught by those who know the rules of a certain law. It's like a symbiotic relationship named Mutualism or cooperation where the subjects and the consumers are benefitting from one another in order to produce and mutually stay alive. But this mutualism will be put to test if said inhabitants are getting cozy and have an ability to effect the vessel in reality, thus, the knotty tribulation of Saber Mordred in the present.
[You're too slow. Come on, speed up! You can do it; we're the heir to father's throne after all, we shall not be seen slacking off.] the Mind encourage, soothing Saber Mordred's aching thoughts away.
'Just a little longer and I'll get there in no time.'
[Boo~ boring! Yo stupid! Why don't you just stay where you are and I'll do my magical thing?] Said the thoughts of King Mordred.
'I don't want to experience being possessed again!' Saber Mordred rebutted, shrugging off the uncomfortable tingles in her spine.
[Eh? But it's worth it! Right? Right?! It's not like the girls did run to chop our head off, right!?]
'Are you insane? That's the time I've been smothered by smoochies from other female Servants! And let me tell you again, it's sickening!'
[Ooh~ Sickening, huh? But I thought you like how Jeanne kissed you at your cheeks?]
'Tha- that's-! Sh- Shut up!'
[And I recall you blushing like a guinea pig when Jeanne accidentally tripped and kissed you in the lips-]
'I said Shut. The. Fuck. Up!'
[Oi oi! Quit wasting seconds, we have no time for that!]
[Chiiii~, you're just in rush to meet your wife again~. That's disgusting you know.]
[I, at least accept that I fall in love with someone! How 'bout you Miss Beloved King? Don't you want to accept your Daddy comple-]
[Oi! That's my Father you're talking about! Show Dada Altria some respect!]
'The fucking…. Are you going to stop or not!?' Saber Mordred explodes at the back of her mind, animatedly clamping her virtual hands to the matching mouths of two undistinguishable Mordred Pendragons. 'I just need a little more time, and then we will be all satisfied. Now quit messing around because seriously! I can't think properly with you two bickering around!'
[Ha…. Fine, you go ahead and I'll stay vigilant.] Thankfully, King Mordred went silent as she promised the Vessel, cooling down the intense pulsing of Saber Mordred's veins, quietly observing at her eyes.
'And what about you?' asked the Vessel to the Mind.
[Do you need to ask?] The Mind sarcastically remarks, but she too, went quiet.
'Okay then… so here goes! Move… MOVE!' Saber Mordred hurls her bare form headfirst into her closet, ordering her numb body to organize and associate with the fiery persuasion of the Mind to not waste time… If only her father will help get her favorite red jacket and khaki short. Of course, Mr. Pride is lurking in every corner of her mind, and it also can't be help that three prideful thoughts are dwelling inside her head.
"Argh, stupid… door!" she grumbles trying to open the door with her sweaty palm, gripping it securely but it won't budge at all. Once, twice and thrice, Saber Mordred pictures herself in a chibi form in her father's perspective, cute enough to be cooed with and laughable enough to enjoy watching- and Saber Mordred hated both, so she tried another tactic, this time, using the blanket covering her body to amplify the hold.
"Need any help?" her father snickered, an amused one she tasted wafting off out the Lancer, distressing her even more.
"I'm alright!"
"Are you sure?" Altria teased, pulling the blanket out of Saber Mordred's range, as the younger blonde stood on her tiptoes, wanting to reach the sheet in her father's grasp.
"Why are you mean today father!?" Saber Mordred growled, hopping up but still, Altria summoned her Lance and place the sheet up in the point of Rhongomyniad.
"Father!"
"Yes, cub?" Altria blinks rapidly, her grown up physicality did sway next to sexiness abruptly counted as a plus to her endearing nonsense actions, making the younger blonde speechless, unable to figure out what is wrong with the father's head. "Well? I am awaiting your words, beloved." Altria continued, slinging the lance upward, provoking her little lion.
"I don't like to talk right now! Just give me my blanket!"
"Then we can't negotiate giving Mr. Sheets now, aren't we?"
"FATHER!"
"I thought you dislike conversing, cub?"
"The fudge?" Said lion gawks at her father's playful personality and could only twitch her eyes in complete dumbfounded impression, just like how she react when her former Master Kiri said they're going to Church before entering a battle. With no single clue on why her father's acting so childishly today, Saber Mordred dejectedly slump her shoulders to the closet, a wave of disappointment trails her face in a quick succession.
[Now where's the promised 'little more time'?]
[Oh, come on. Dada intervene, she will help us I'll tell you.]
'And that's what we're avoiding King M.'
[But accepting a helping hand is not bad…. Ugh, just…. Okay, I'm down! Just tell me if we're there already so I won't see this out.]
'That's probably the best idea you ever had.'
[Ouch.] King Mordred laugh at Saber Mordred's words, trotting back to her vigilant self like a little child opening popcorn to watch an entertaining TV show.
All Saber Mordred wanted to do is dressed up and immediately see Romani and Da Vinci- the two figure heads of Chaldea to synchronize an important secret hidden within the Organization for too long. Of course she can walk in the hallway bare and naked as she was 'created'- it's not like she didn't done it before, but she likes to spare the Servants and humans ogling her presented body the mortification and second chances to live. Moreover, with her father around- Mr. Pride and Mind wouldn't let her traitorous urge be just a flimsy little want, but a passion needed to be thoroughly think, and see the expected result of such actions.
Now back to wanting to meet the figure heads, Saber Mordred- or the Mind more soarrived in a conclusion that having a support for the forthcoming future are deeply sympathetic as equal to what problems the Organization of Chaldea are facing today, if not more vicious and lethal. The Grand Order, as everyone will deeply agree, are consequent changes and delicately fixing the timeline where the rifts are embedded thoroughly by humanity's close extinction in the Past, so they can rectify and amplify changes in history, created by the Singularities. By changing the past, the Organization needs RayShifting and powerful Servants, Present support for Master function and consecutive strategies formed before they can access to the mission with greater probability of identifying who the Enemy is. However, while Grand Order is fixing up the Past to stabilize the Future of Human Race, messing up with the Future to steady the flow of Fate are much worse than anyone could ever did with only four Top Servants and two amnesiac Hearts.
While Grand Order looks back at the meadow they walked thousand years ago, the Mind of Mordred Pendragon overlooked what is nearer to the year 2012 and that is, the dying World in 2030- unsearched by the prophecy of the RayShift created by said humanity and the undeniable abyss of darkness to the year 2044. By not maintaining the Wheels of Fate in the same rate as before, and by messing up with timelines both not identical and identical, Grand Order's theory that humanity will be extinct in one century will happen sooner or later, approximately two decades and eight years from the current year.
'Damn it, Hakuno's smart, but simply thinking about how many things she screwed up and problems to alleviate one after another, I'm doubting that smartness is for good at all,'Saber Mordred, Mind, and Kind Mordred agreed to that single thought, devastatingly surprising for it will be the first time Saber Mordred's head did not explode in her insane position.
"Cub? Done weltering yet?" Altria's voice lurch her back to reality, as the smug woman drew closer to her, pulling her roughish ponytail playfully. Half- tired and irritated, Mordred ignores her father by trying to open the door again and met the same result.
"Mordred?"
"Shut up, Dada." Saber Mordred snaps, using King Mordred's useful nickname to levitate any jokes or zealous jeers thrown by her father. And guess what? Its super effective, since Altria actually dropped her smugness to laugh at her daughter's failed attempts.
"Settle down, let me assist you now." Altria coaxed, stepping next to her and easily opening the knob, rummaging in the clothes thrown in disarray and pulling out a single white shirt with a printed logo of Chaldea and black knee length yoga pants. At that point, Altria holds a red underwear and tube, fitting for Saber Mordred's taste, except the former articles though.
"Dada, I need not mention I dislike wearing clothes imprinted with ownership." She argued, but extent her hand nonetheless, reaching out for the chosen clothes. Altria, confused by the limb hanging forward tread her free hand into its warm fingers, easing it back to its owner. "And what pray tell, are you assuming with that arm of yours, cub?" the father asked the daughter, closing the gap between them- the innocent look turns malicious, as a hiding grin spreads in the father's face.
Incredibly tensing at the sudden closeness of her father, Saber Mordred's face sweat in such a comical manner. King Mordred, hysterically laughing at the background made Saber Mordred's stomach clench in nervousness, having a gist of what is going to happen and truthfully, she doesn't want this at all. Not. One. Bit. "U-um…. My clothes… please?" she meekly requested, backing up in her father's progressing steps, until she was cornered, directly at the wall.
"Oh, cub. That won't do … Who says I'll only choose the clothing you will use?" Altria chuckles, her eyes glinting in wickedness. "Now be my sweet girl and let Father dress you. Arms up, beloved. We'll start with your tube."
And just like that, King Mordred coughs her guts out in her brain, and Saber Mordred did not know what's the most humiliating: be dressed as a babe or seeing that her Perfect Father is a hell one of a closet pushover.
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"Hah…. So the day ends with us fighting and failing our kept pledge to Master Gudako."
"Umu, undeniably, our bargain to perform like exact rulers of our time has been… adjourned for a while."
"It's your fault, Ms. Saber. If only you did interrupt then I… then I-!"
"Enough spectacle for today, Caster. Let's not point extremities on who made unsophisticated doings grander than the tome of my forefather, Romulus." interjected a chirpy and likeable voice, stopping the rant of the woman bawling her frustrations off.
A tear fell and the splash of water calmly mixed with a searing hotness below the stifling cloud of mist, concealing the image of a lady lamenting for the unavoidable and ruminating on what she lost. The lady- with pink hair and extraordinaire pair of jackal ears atop her head busied herself shaking in fake angst to the unforeseeable ending on what should be a happy reunion of her and her beloved Husband.
Tamamo No Mae- the embodiment of the Sun still recalls the day she saw the person in her dreams soundlessly laying above the hospital bed with splotches of dirt and cuts maiming her face. The brown haired locks, the long eyelashes and the reawaken brown eyes... Truly, the uncanny resemblance of the somnolent woman to Tamamo's Hakuno Kishinami is impossible to retort to.
Tamamo still dredge up their time in the Holy Grail in a future still not yet generated in this dimension. She was summoned as Caster to the Grail, as Servant to a haughty man named Fushigi Tetsu, who made so many mistakes yet still comes victorious with wiser mind and enjoyable getaways. Yes, Tamamo enjoyed her time with her Master to the point she fall in love to the egotistical man…... Until she revealed her identity, as an Anti- heroic spirit.
She was thrown aside like a rog doll enveloped with a thousand curse, her Master dreads her and if a non-progressive diurnal comes, she tolerate being molested and raped by her Master- submitting like a dog to their owner, having no permitted drive, having no guaranteed fate to the hands of the husband she bestows herself to.
Hurt.
Suffering.
Loss.
Deprivation. She still bear the scars of the appalling doings and wept if she reminiscence the almost bitter day of her existence in Moon Cell, where she was degraded and struck in front of many Masters in the cafeteria, as her Master drew a switchblade and virtually cut her left fox ear off and tosses an unspeakable and dismaying Code Cast that severe their link as a Master and Servant.
If there is a thing she scarcely flouted for the love of her brutal Master is how considerably fool he is. Fushigi Tetsu- a muscle mind is a mammoth featherbrain of a student who fortuitously been acknowledged as a Master, with poor D ranks in acumen with an aptitude sadder than Shinji Matou. And with this weak deportment of decency set aside by a broil headed man, he did not comprehend the insinuation of a severed connection and the rules of the Holy Grail. And through his deed done on whim, with his Code Cast inflicted in a mere second, he was shrink to a excruciating burning documents, probing his general system- killing his body in reality and devouring his very existence to the Moon Cell. He beseeched to be aided, to have a salvation granted by Shiva and other gods and goddesses, but the Masters and even NPC's departs the area in haste, all but snubbing the delirious shrieks of a man who savor the Karma of his feats.
Without a Master to support her, Tamamo will be eradicated also... eating the time she seized and the persistence she gave to triumph the position they are in now- completely beyond their attainments with only four pair of enemies to gouge in order to achieve the Wish given to the victors.
She accepted it, painfully understanding the unfairness she has been acquainted in. And thus, she closed her eyes thinking of her impending finale...
Only to be juddered up in existence, as a warm hand grasp her glowing and growing transparent ones: particles evaporating in the void wind of S.E.R.A.P.H, straight to the Throne of Heroes she need to be placed into. The owner of the hand, a girl with an average face and unfamiliar disarrange inclination, wearing the formal uniform of the facet school clutch her hand in a sacred manner. The girl, with wavy hair and big brown eyes search her own, digging and salvaging what most might say as the unpretentious side of Tamamo.
The girl should be running away, hearing that she was an Anti- Heroic Spirit- a possible Servant that can conduct sedition, a demon wolf who kills thousands of humans in her olden times. But the plain girl did not do so much as take a step back, and instead, hoist her up from the floor and gives her own brown jacket to hide her naked form.
Tamamo want to shy away, to hide her very form to the inmost part of the Moon, so that she can't see the eyes giving away coziness and pliability- the strength that doesn't how to give up. She- Tamamo no Mae wants herself to be wiped out entirely and not to be consoled by a lonesome girl plain and bizarre- kindling an aura of insignificance or monotonous individual.
Yet…. That Master..…. Hakuno Kishinami speaks louder than the silence engulfing space and time... Pacifying…... Sustaining... Seeing Tamamo not just a Servant…... But a person worth having, a stranger she wanted to value- to deluge with care the past Master has not given.
"I'll save you." The girl says- lackluster and downright vulgar, yet those words hold true and a new life survived to start anew.
And indeed, Hakuno Kishinami saved her soul, forming an impossible contract with the help of the sisters at the Church- creating a triad Alteration of the Soul association, between two Servants and a sole Master.
Tamamo and Hakuno's Saber argued for a whole week, when the Knight reveals the blooming flower within the thick steels and for Tamamo to accidentally call her a 'woman' befitting to be a carcass in bed. None could make them agree to one another, until Hakuno propose a truce in accordance to the upcoming battle with a hazardous man, saying it would be better to fight together, not just perceive Tamamo as a collection she garnered along the way. Tamamo's reluctant, as well as Hakuno's Servant she always called 'Momo', for this means a share of mana and decreasing the potential of the heroes fighting in scuffle.
Yet Hakuno is wise. It shines bright when all of them fight a death bringer Harway; the older brother of Leo, Julius Harway with his Servant Li Shuwen. Hakuno trade a single quality over quantity, restricting their Noble Phantasms and creating a root of storage for mana, supplies and minimum Code Casts like a fickle of water to the warm cinder- distributing ammunition to a barrage of skills Servants abused. The strategy takes a compromising turn in to negative, as Li Shuwen's Noble Phantasm strikes like a speed of light. Tamamo saw the heavens behind their back, insanely arguing deep inside to take a path of betrayal with the unbelievable Hakuno in order to persist… but like she said, Hakuno is wise, if not smarter or she truly underestimated the Master.
Hakuno Kishinami- unadorned and novice Wizard leaves a dent and a huge impression at the heart of the embodiment of the Sun, as she inevitably taunt Tamamo to be certain they have no chance, up to her companion in crime Saber, reveals her trump card.
The Knight of Treachery, Mordred Pendragon acquires a piece of her new [skill:] Dragon's Skin. It is a defensive ability, nullifying the damage into 79% with the help of her Secret of Pedigree. The armor covering the maiden beneath glowers and transformed into a deep scale of dragon made of bloody rubies, befitting the rare villain. Mordred takes the attack to herself, like a berserk warrior with a masochistic nature. She stands tall while her body bleeds to death while Tamamo, frozen and ghastly pale, remembers the words her Master whispered behind her back- confident and supreme.
"Now, Caster- show us what you can do." And just like that, Tamamo sees the Master in a new light, making her breathless- swaying her to fall in love.
The trust and commitment; two things deprived from her former Master, now offered out of care between life and death situation. This is the real tactic of a benevolent and innocent soul of Hakuno, the faith and recognition to her Servant's skills and power, unlocking their true potential, without instructions to conform with and her mere presence as a host of mana. And there, Tamamo accepts her salvation is nothing like a hair's breathe, which is quick to lose and possible to be cut.
They grew close like a family- with Mordred and herself arguing for the Master's consideration every chance they got. They overcome hardships and catastrophes, they grew to love each other through their weaknesses and strengths and innately shovel every enjoyment, even with the meticulous time they had in the Holy Grail. Then, they are summoned in battle by Sakura, diminishing labyrinths created by Alter Ego's and bonding up with enemy turned friends and friend turned enemies. But whatever she do, whatever actions she pushed to thrust her love, desire, and wants to her 'husband', Hakuno is mated and fated next to Mordred; as a lover and as a wife to the King.
Add to the fact a boisterous Emperor approached their group, claiming to be Hakuno's one and only- and surely, anyone could guess wrong.
Harem? Oh, how Tamamo wished that to happen. However, Hakuno's tight grip commitment to one person and sharing with a possessive dragon is intolerable to uphold. Mordred is no surprise- the man in the relationship, and there is no chance for Tamamo to even come close to Hakuno after the first incident which they are caught by the angry dragon. Life is well and each day, they prosper with Tamamo and Nero attaining a small semblance of chance to touch a single hair of their Master...
Then suddenly, all went downhill, as the sub Servants wake up in a Chamber resembling a theatre of the digital world Moon Cell, facing two strangers, with the name Gudao and Gudako, introduced as their Masters.
They are distorted and confused. Where are they?
Where is their Hakuno?
Why are they here?
What happened to Mordred?
And the most importantly, why are they summoned, if they already made a pact with Hakuno?
With no one but to confide in but themselves, Nero and Tamamo went with the flow: befriending other heroes, taking huge quests, warming up to their Masters and just simply… forget their problems.
Then and there, Mordred was summoned.
They are livid, but outrageously nervous so. Who wouldn't?
If all three of them are in Chaldea, then who protects their Master to the Moon? Sakura? Leo? Rin? Rani? Their hearts run in marathon, for they would not stomach the idea of living their Master unattended and uncared.
And then they discovered that the summoned Mordred was another anomaly; from a different timeline away from what they thought. So days went on and month passes humidly slow, the pressure and tension building up to their hearts explodes….. The moment another Hakuno appears within Chaldea- bearing the semblance of their wonderful beloved with Mordred in tow… at least, Tamamo predict it would not be the overconfident blonde summoned in Chaldea many months ago- for the unexpected reaction to Nero's touch is but a confirmation and the emotions plastered within those gems are pure and genuine- emotions buried in the heart from deep within.
Tamamo would like to confront the 'Hakuno' besides the arrogant child of Arturia, to test the water with her punitive words… yet Nero ruined the opportunity for her, distracting her thoughts away from what she want to be cleared with for some child's play they had bit into. Add to that are Gudako's anticipated scolding once she arrive after the Babylon Singularity, she might conceivably hold them back nowadays from their tasks if she overheard about the reparation their fight wrought to Chaldea once more. Thankfully, Leonardo Da Vinci's kind enough to give them a hand to bring back the section to its original form, or else she and Nero will not have the audacity to look at their gentle Master for a lifetime. Now, mauling her pained pride is Tamamo, glaring with all her might to the person in front of her- her tearful golden eyes showing off malice.
Harm Nero, is what Tamamo's inner harlot mode whispers in her own realm, grievously presenting images on how to attain certain deaths with minimal bloodshed as possible. And nonetheless, Tamamo condemns the voice as a nuisance in her everyday life, for the bond she have with the blonde woman next to her who slings back insults leaps up to the path where they call themselves equals in terms of splendor and spouses of their dreamed husband or praetor. Yes, the ever loving perfect wife Tamamo aren't mad enough to cursed Nero to burn in the Sun's rays but still, she sweeps out her disdain and sadness to her best frenemy, ranting on and off about the opportunity vanquished in a mere brawl, up to the point Nero degrade her with one of her observations, after Hakuno and Mordred went on hiding to their bout.
"There's no person living which can replicate the luminous sparkle of spirit in the window of Praetor's soul. Umu, I can guarantee she has my heart, the strings of our love and the scent wafting off your mark, but then again, Mordred's darling confidant exudes the sensation of error and detached- just like our loveable Master. Umu, we need not an affirmation to deluge the idea; the mere thought of denial is dreadfully sufficient to replicate the sins in hell." And thus, Tamamo half- heartedly accepts her defeat and enjoys the lukewarm water for the moment, ignoring her overactive thinking…
Jinxing the future of the thought 'What could go wrong?'.
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The woman clad in blue drops her spear to the ground, far down the mountain corpse of Morgan's dominion rotting and scorching the air with their wrench and putrid smell. She looks above her and saw the gray sky full of smog and ashes from the burning carcasses all around her, wondering how many beasts' overshadows the land like angels opening up their feathered wings and sauntering down. The once beautiful color of white and blue are replace by a stormy clouds above, impending to rain down its tears, for it bore witness to the brawl her countryman have entered over a thousand monsters with a strength rivaling Poseidon's wrath, stomping to their ground, producing a mass destruction to their peaceful land.
Then, she looks at her right, to where she sees the place of her birth, Camelot- besiege and basked with pressure Morgan condone as the wall's beautiful color of pristine white are marred with reddish substances and dirt from the canyons and curses inflicted upon phantasmal beast of many lore. Yet the palace- the center of their country holds strong, kept secured and defended by Knights of many caliber, dreadfully killing those bigger and stronger, to protect the citizens inside the castle. And by ensuring the Promise Land is safe and sound, she train her gaze at her left, where her soldiers and Knight fight side by side, losing some to the monstrous beings and meeting deaths by many claws protruding in their chest and biting off their heads. The responsibility dropped in their shoulder was worn like a shield from their fear, staking their courage to save the others and praying for their life to survive the ordeal.
And at last, she turns at her front, where her beautiful girl lay in her own blood, hugging the abomination of a mother while a single sword penetrates the witch's clothes from her front to back. The sword, sheathed to her little daughter's heart shines and trickles with black and beautiful red lifeblood, mixing at the tip of the sword and tumbling to the ground in an hypnotizing pattern- staking claim of the sun's last ray to proclaim the ending of the two connected bodies of Morgan Le Faye and Mordred Pendragon. The woman, slowly yet surely walks down the path to where the two lays, submerging her foot to the human's gore and the beast's mutilated parts and bodies, producing a squelching sound that can make anyone vomit….. Except the walking woman, trudging the path and squashing everything under her feet to grasp her little girl in haste.
And not a minute passes she grabs ahold of the sword sheathed deeply into her daughter, forcefully pulling it out and beheading Morgan she called sister in another timeline. Blood spurts and sprays all over her form and the head of Morgan rolls down unto her feet, where she repetitively tramp the unconnected part of the body, the anger, madness… fury envelops her mind entirely, forgetting about Knight decorum or the respect to the dead, ignoring her Kingly manners and only cease until she sees an unidentified carnage in the earth, breaking the skull into tiny little pieces. She do not finish with just that retribution though, as she stabbed the sword over and over again in her sister's body, right in her chest, stomach, womb, legs and arm..…. anywhere to let loose said insanity in her system, never minding the trailing tears continuously falling in her cheeks- the tears of sadness…. The tears of a father to her beloved little girl.
And with the blinding fury subsiding like a tsunami in the ocean, the sorrow comes and the woman kneels in front of her slouch daughter, hugging the cold body and rocking it with her own sobs. Her daughter, Mordred Pendragon, dead and silent is cradle like a babe on her bosom, being kissed by the woman she called father, and being whispered by sweet serenities and confessions of loves that can speed up one's heart due to its deep meaning and honest truth…. Yet said love did nothing but gave the 'father' a false hope that her daughter will revive again- to revert back to her proud, cheerful, loving and childish self.
"…...!"
Hence, acceptance came in a whiplash, freezing the woman to her spot and ending her actions to awaken the dead.
"..…...Uno!"
"Dead." The words made the metallic stench in the air even more unbearable to breathe in, as the woman-, no, Altria Pendragon stood up with her daughter in her arms, her eyes that was once green hues now converted into tiny pinpricks, psychotic and yellowish- sinister and unforgiving.
"…...Kuno!"
"No, not dead. She's not dead.….. Not dead.…." Altria kept murmuring it, unblinking and twisted. She laughs and rocks the body in her arms, cooing like a maniac.….. Cursing the world out loud.
".….. Akuno!"
"No! Ahaha.. Ngh!- aha.. AHAHAH!.. Mordred.….. My Mordred is dead! Ahahahaha!" she cries above, bathing and extending mana far and around the fields in magnitude, burning the dead with her shear power, stopping the battle with her concentrated aura alone-
"EARTH TO HAKUNO!"
Hakuno was jolted from her static immobilization, insentiently swiping her palm sideward-
"Ah! Shit!" to directly slap Mordred on her cheek, with a force bearing [skill:] reinforcement. Blinking her eyes in silent wonder, Hakuno stares at her stinging palm then back to Mordred and repeating again. Still between reality and …. Undetermined illusion or memory, Hakuno felt the growing uneasiness inside her stomach forming a sour bile in her throat. The whiff and the passions scattered within the unknown image are taking its toll over her heart, squeezing for the sadness and pain to account for the fate of the woman named Altria.
"Why do you do that!?" Mordred gushed, rolling at the floor like a child- mulling over her cheek to decrease the incoming redness of her skin. Looking at her childish lover, Hakuno's growing hysteria calms down to the point she could clearly think again, undisturbed by the images.
"…..Not my fault." Hakuno slowly states, sliding her stinging palm into her other arm to create a certain warm to lull the tingling sensation. Her doe eyes resembling a newly awaken babe barely process what comes next as Mordred flicks her head in punishment, resulting for Hakuno to stumble back and lay in the couch she is in.
'Come to think of it,' Hakuno surmised, glancing at her left wall to see the familiar brown school uniforms and school cases hanging- the only reminder of their world, properly intact and untouchable. It seems they're back in their room yet Hakuno wonders how they get here.
"Stop daydreaming for a sec, will you?" Mordred groans, rubbing her cheek with a contagious frown. There, sitting at the feet of the couch is Mordred, nursing her wound with an angry blob of thwarting.
"Hakuno, you should really observe where you're going, I wouldn't know if a single bump will make you passed out or something."
Hakuno hmmed in acknowledgement. But…. Passed out? She doesn't feel the effect at all.. Or she could not remember passing out for that matter. It felt like she was watching a movie at the back of her head, silently observing and recollecting static memoirs in her own very perspective about 'Altria'. She doesn't even know if she even walks here on her own, much less knew what happened to her, yet if Mordred says so, the spectator of the outer world, she will not question it for further prevention of so many questions.
".…. If my brain's working properly, you lead me out in that area." Hakuno said, sitting back up before inspecting Mordred's face with her scrutinizing gaze.
"Well…yeah. It's better to run than be sorry if we're caught in a middle of havoc again." Mordred reluctantly nods in agreement and presents her swelling cheek to the ever caring Hakuno, who sit next to her and held her cheek to check.
"Just so you know, Altria- the woman we collide with? - is kind enough to help us back in here. Won't see her for a moment though, she said she 'must' go and talk to her daughter." Mordred mimics the way Altria speaks and chuckles at her own stupidity. "Hah, Altria's daughter sure is lucky- she's a really nice mother…. But I did hear her call herself father…. Weird?"
By hearing the name 'Altria', Hakuno's mind grind into a halt: Isn't it the images of a woman she saw in the fields full of butcher bodies of both man and beasts?
"Hm? You okay?" Mordred suddenly asked, peaking at her bangs to see Hakuno's paling well- being.
".…..I'm fine." She finally can breathe again, nodding at the concern blonde, who with all her intensity glowers at Hakuno like an angry cub, inspecting the owner's truthfulness, sniffing to find some stench.
"I don't know where I hear this before, but someone says 'don't trust a girl who says 'I'm fine'.' And as much as I hate it, you're worrying me Hakuno. Something's bothering you.….. Somehow you're…... reverting back to the day I first met you."
Is she? Hakuno can only wonder. It's not like it was different from her everyday routine to her classmates; be silent, incognito, fun less, boring and being a third rate student. She doesn't want to have the spotlight directly at her and due to that, her emotions are quiet boxed up and locked, with an exception of Mordred who she would open up, talk with and show her feelings hidden in the sheets.
"Isn't it the same to you?" Hakuno rebukes, slowly tracing an intricate pattern at the back of her palm, opening circuits and producing a -[skill:] heal- chill breeze of fall upon Mordred's cheek. "Reflecting back to the world we lived in, enacting ascending images on our brain, meeting people for the first time and actually.…. faintly, recollecting familiar tug on our heartstrings?"
"Huh, Like…... Our mind can't recall who they are but….. are hearts does." The blonde says- nurtured by the familiar magical healing lean closely to the source, almost nuzzling like a cat but she still retains her right conduct and replies to Hakuno's question with her own. "Like they knew something far greater than we know and simply….. guides us to where it should be?"
"..….. Guide? Not really..…. but," Hakuno slurs at the end, finding the right word to express what her mind could not discern and her emotions wouldn't quite understand. "I think…... Their mere presence have become... a sign? A reminder?... Of something we might had overlooked."
"Now that you mention it..…." Mordred sighs, sliding down and using Hakuno's legs as a pillow- continues with an immaculate description. "I'm having a rare sort of images prancing out and about…... Nero….. and the….. 'Arthur' woman. They..…. gave me this sort of vibe that.….. I met them before, it doesn't help they also interact with me like we surely get along right, you know."
"…... I doubt that's the case between you and Arturia." Hakuno reprimands, still clasping her hand to her lover's cheek and petting the wild hair with the other. A moments passes in silence, and the brown haired girl nourish the loneliness and far off look of her lover with her sweet words. Comforting her beloved. Trying to blurt out her inspection to the scenario she has eavesdrop to.
"Parents-" she pauses for a second when Mordred flinches at the reminder. "- are a topic we don't discussed for a year Mordred. We accepted we don't have one, but that doesn't mean we can closed of the possibility that we do have one..…. or more specifically, you do have one."
"You forget a certain fact, Hakuno. Yes, they know us, talk with us and share history that ourselves cannot determine if it's real or illusion. However," Mordred harshly whispers. "Even we proclaim their company gave us more than we could chew, think of it, we're not from this goddamn world and certainly we know nothing about how this time works."
"If only you didn't walkout when Romani's here, then you'll do." Hakuno brashly intercepts, silencing the guilt stricken blonde drawing circles in her lap. "You've been bad today, Mordred. You talk back to the elders, you went out and cuss someone who didn't do anything to you and you went out as to turn your back when they're still talking to you. " She softly scolded, pulling Mordred's ear and easing it back with a soft caress.
"But, but-!"
"No buts, Mordred. I won't tell you again, but I dislike misbehaving you." Hakuno went all out with that truth, giving the blonde a rare chastise the latter hated.
Mordred pouted, curling herself to Hakuno- guiltily asking for forgiveness. "I'm sorry… I won't do it again."
The brown haired girl sighs in retaliation, giving a small peck to Mordred's forehead, brushing away the pitiful urge to coddle her lover because seriously, who can resist the watery green eyes looking at her with such passion.
"I want to hate you…. But be thankful I still love you." And there, Hakuno gives up to her desire, kissing the pout away- linking their tongue to dance.
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Mordred is directly behind her, just so out of range that surprisingly warrant a declaration of 20 meter separation from now on- away from her. With the common hallway of technological development and creatively clean surrounding of white and pristine shining tiles, her daughter's dark expression contradicts the corridor around. Add to her daughter's darkening day are the Servants who went along with them- except those she truly invited-, those who missed Mordred and those who wanted to see the young blonde again for many months she's been bedridden. With a total of eleven Servants consisting of herself, Jeanne Alter, Jack, Kuro, Illya, Jekyll, Achilles, Jeanne Lily, Frankenstein, Kid Gil and Astolfo, her poor daughter have no breather to the tight pact of heroes trying to gather her attention- laughing and talking their ears off, oblivious to the silent Saber.
Altria tried to look at her shoulders, to where her daughter are babysitting three children- Illya, Kuro and Jeanne Alter- hanging to her fair body, clothed with her chosen articles- perfectly showing off Mordred's young age and free spirited expressions… but that eyes though. If looks could kill, Altria will be dead by now on how hard her daughter is staring at her from the very start they exit the young blonde's Private Room.
".….."
".…..…."
"..…..."
"…... Hah..…. What is it, cub? I find it uncomfortable to be stared at in such a manner." Altria finally relents to her daughter's rare silent nature, eyes boring holes in her head and practically gulfing down everything those orbs see in a rush fire of heated ember. They are walking out of the Private Room Section to the Command Room of Chaldea, where they surely confirm is where the head figures are at, to consult and console what they knew about the future, so that they can plan for their next action and improvise their mission to save the future.
"Henceforth, I declare Altria Pendragon forbidden near my closet! EVER!" Mordred yells at the top of her lungs, gritting her teeth in a mix trauma and anger. The adult Servants cackles at the admission, as they all witnessed the half- scenario of shame Mordred went through in the hands of her father. Truly, the fiasco was sure a hell lot worth remembering since rarely, if not once in a lifetime- will they see the Proud Knight of Treachery, tearfully crying for help- a rare case- beneath a giggling Lion King, dressing the young blonde like a baby in her first nappies. Frankenstein, who by far closer to Altria, hummed in approval- communicating with the sweating Lion King with a shake of her head, almost implying 'Don't go near Mordred.'.
"But..…. It is necessary!" Altria defends her action, riveting none of the adult Servants. All she wanted was to have a little sweet bonding with her daughter before the dark events will unfold in the future. She knew how hard working and focused minded they are going to be for the mission, with no compassion and time to goof out and rest to play pranks.
"Yes, it is necessary but unquestionably inappropriate for bystanders." Jekyll contributed, pushing his glasses upward, glinting into the limelight, creating a halo of a perverted old man. "I have not imagined myself thinking such thoughts of incestuous as approving, yet, by witnessing a wonderful event as that, you can guarantee I'll support your pairing if it blooms into so much more."
"That's...…. horrid." Altria gulps down the idea, thinking about her past experience with Morgan. "I'm a devoted husband to my wife."
"Devoted enough you thought it would be good to harass your child!?" Mordred chimes, pointing an accusing finger to the woman.
"Why? You seem to relish it when you were but a bundle."
"It's not-…... ugh!" Saber Mordred growled in annoyance, for it is quite a nuisance to be compared in one person dwelling inside the Vessel. But enough conversation is unbounded up until they were at the front of the Command Room, and their unwanted passengers scattered like a powder in the maze pattern of Chaldea, sensing the aforementioned conviction of one true Mordred Pendragon. With Altria, Jack and Jeanne Alter by her s \ide, the Knight of Treachery let out the sigh of a warrior sauntering to battle.
"Alright, time to end this shit!" Saber Mordred cheerfully proclaims- her canine teeth jutting out in enjoyment, starting a journey with a single step to victory.
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"Year 2028 latest model smartphone, a pair of earphones, one solar charger, PlayStation Virtual Vision, one thousand yen and two strawberry flavored lollipops." Mordred rummages in her bag and enumerate the items she saw. "Can't see my notes and pens though, where could it be?" she asked herself, turning the case upside down to inspect if the said objects will fall in her lap.
While the day sets and the song of night buzz penetrate the thick walls of their Private Room, Mordred had the audacity to crawl out in the cocoon of futon she was splayed with Hakuno. Finishing the retelling of Romani's long explanation about their world, Mordred's lover went in a deep slumber- forcing Mordred to stay still for four long hours to stabilize the sleeping Hakuno above her, in a position bordering attractive and adorable. But patience is not her greatest virtue, hence the frenzy but careful movements of the insolent blonde to sedate her lover's beauty sleep.
"Hah….. next, next..…" she singsong, whispering lyrics created by her imagination while picking up objects and identifying what is inside Hakuno's. "Aha...… always forgot she have my notes... Uhhhh, marshmallow? Mapo tofu flavoring? Dang, I can't totally understand my girl's addiction to Kotomine's deadly dish... hmmm, red scarf, ah! The ruby ring!" Mordred excitedly trace the intricate design of the ruby, creating a kaleidoscope of glimmer to reflect in its good quality.
"I thought she misplaced my first anniversary gift," she chuckles wearily, sliding one hand behind to pet her lover's head. Securely fitting the ring with her thumb to not put it anywhere, Mordred indulge at her rummaging mess, ignorant at the stirred brown haired girl processing what she is doing, until Mordred find another object, this time confusedly staring at it. "Hm? What's this? Some kind of portable? Thin and rectangular..….. uh, version. ? PORTable devICE? PORTICE? Wait, 'Tohsaka... Rin'? Is that a name? What's this?"
"…... That's the first device I woke up in." Hakuno suddenly said, not startling the blonde due to her whisper like tone. "The only device I owned. The doctor said it's been in my hands all the time, but I can't recall why."
"True?" Mordred turns at the brown haired girl, putting down everything aside so she can pull her lover close to her, resulting for Hakuno to end up straddling her lap. "How come I never heard of that before?"
"It's not like it has importance, and it's a topic which didn't come up."
"Topic went unburied... Like how you like to stay in this World?" Mordred softly whispers, closing her eyes at Hakuno's sweet ministration, pecking her cheeks in repetition.
"How do you know?"
"Got to speculate, you know. Suspicious enough that you kept smiling when you're talking about what you learn. I'm happy too, 'cause for once you're entrance to some degree... seeing you so openly admiring everything, I like it."
"And?" Hakuno asked, "Are you against it?"
"Doofus! I already said I like smiling you, aren't I? If I tell you that, then I'm with you whether you like it or not! And why would I go back in that boring timeline? I predict it won't be long until the countries there will turn their backs to one another, many will suffer and good gracious we're here so we can't participate in all that."
"Is that all?" Hakuno giggles, pinching the reddening cheeks of her lover. "Come on, I know you'll want to say more."
"Unnn... It's... I... I just can't understand why you have to ask." The blonde pouted, a slight frown plastered in her brows. "Of course my answer is automatic: wherever you want to go, I'll follow you."
"Even in death?"
"Yeah? Told you before, Death won't stand against you and I." Mordred hums, sweetly kissing the neck of her lover, drawing circles at Hakuno's nape. The woozy girl drew their foreheads together, aligning her coffee colored orbs with the green hues of emerald. Together, they stayed mute, conversing with just the right amount of shade of their senses, staring in their iris for quite some time. It's been three days since they did this, just simply staring at each other, breathing in and out at the same vacuum and stage, letting their thoughts run wild and just plainly…. Accepts every emotion words could not attempt to convey.
It became their ritual; spending time to forget about the world and live in their imaginations next to each other, creating a dynamic story with their sweet inhales of air and beats of the hearts. Hakuno and Mordred would not feel anything but one another: the soft skin, the supple mound of flesh covered with fabrics and the goosebumps running in their neck. Unfortunately, this past few days become hectic, and their lovely time for each other are halted by the interruptions of other personnel. But not tonight though, Mordred made sure of that: for she locked the door with just a fragment of her hacking skills, engulfing everything about Hakuno to a mere particles- assessing the waters if the want in her heart is reciprocated by her lover.
Truly, if Hakuno will choose to describe their relationship: 'love' will not do justice for the both of them, but they use it nonetheless. They already experience telling the words 'I love you' many times before, but basically, that word made no sense at all. Love, a manifestation of trust, commitment and passion created by the Heart. It says that the passion could wane without the body, the mind will forget memories, and the soul can differentiate diverse realities, but the Heart will recall what the Body cannot, treasure the passion of the Mind thrown back and create its own reality where they can live only with its own, like in the spirit, or what is common known as Soul.
Biblical teachings also said that a human can live with just the love of God and His blessings, but for the two of them, the thing surpassing the word love is what keeps them living. It's not trust; it's not desires, it's not Fate or faith, it is not void and plain. For them...
It is what it is.
No further explanation, no further questions.
And hence, Mordred pulls Hakuno in a scorching kiss, deeper than cravings and necessity, opening up their cages for them only. Deeper and deeper, Hakuno reciprocated while opening up for the sweet muscle, submitting in the sweet euphoria, grasping the blonde's shoulders as Mordred put her down in the sheets, her arms beside Hakuno's head. Trapping and locking the prey of the dragon in place.
They're absolutely going to do this. Make love in an unfamiliar territory. Mordred recalls the first time they did this, in their warm bed in their past timeline- owning Hakuno, hearing her cry of passion, her shaking body in exhaustion and the desirable scent of Hakuno's delicious liquids.
Mordred growls. The predator, the lion- no! the cub-! No! The dragon! The possessive and dominant animal inside of her is trying to break in its cage! NO! She must resist! She must-
"Mordred." Hakuno whines, brown eyes pleading her to do something! Anything! To subside the growing uneasiness in Hakuno's system. "It's so hot, please make it stop." And her lover pleaded, making her loose the chains of her own animalistic nature, but she grabbed ahold in seconds, tolerating the torture! Just to make sure Hakuno's-
"Hot, my body's so warm. I.. I can't take this anymore." Hakuno's close to crying, those doe eyes are now completely black, her cheeks flush so bright and the curtain of hair in the futon creates the halo of a goddess in front of Mordred.
Fuck. Mordred's so into this, but she's afraid she's pushing her love, and so she let loose a small whimper, both a permission to back out and a silent plead to not stop.
"Hakuno, you have three seconds to-"
"If three seconds passed you're still not kissing me, you'll be dead Mordred." Hakuno abruptly cuts Mordred's last resort of backing, and angrily cries at the high temperature and erratic heartbeats she is feeling, especially the pulsing between her legs.
And without further she do, Mordred unleashed the beast within, staking claim to Hakuno's scent and mercilessly shredding the thin long sleeve off her lover like a wild dragon, tearing it to pieces to behold Hakuno's skin.
Painfully slow, Mordred drape herself at Hakuno's, nestling her stomach at the heating core, slowly creating a friction to extract the sweet pleasurable tone. Gasping out her approval in the sensation, Mordred use the opportunity to explore the past claimed territory, biting and nibbling the pink, hot and wet tongue of the submissive brunette. The wet sound accelerates the temperature of the room to the top, as their groans and moans and the soft slick slides of their kisses escalate the adrenaline of wants and yearning.
Hot.
Bothered.
Maddening.
Mordred is lost to her heart's plea, needing Hakuno all to herself, wanting her everything for her selfishness alone.
'Hakuno is...'
"Mine." Mordred groans, harshly biting the red and full lower lip of Hakuno, delicately nipping when her beloved whimpers at the sudden pain.
Throwing her head upward, Hakuno breathlessly endures Mordred's nibbles to her lower lip down to her neck and toying out her earlobe with her lover's warm muscle. She withers beneath the blonde and tried her best to reciprocate the sensual touches by opening the buttons of Mordred's blouse before flimsily removing it to trace outlines in her slim and hard abdomen. Wandering her hands at Mordred's smooth skin and flat chest, Hakuno willingly return the strange feeling burning her sense to think properly, smothering her like hot lava with its greatness.
With Mordred's groan as her only response, Hakuno locked her hands at Mordred's nape-!
"A-Aahn!? Ah! No- Mmm! NO- Ahn! M- mOrdred! N-ah~! Pl- please! NOT THERE!" but was quickly halted as Mordred sucks the most sensitive part of her neck. Trembling in the intense pleasure, Hakuno's hands are tightly gripped by Mordred's atop her head, while her waist is secured with the blonde sitting at her navel to stop the jerking movements.
"Mmmh! M-Ah, un, Ngggh!" Hakuno wails her dislike to Mordred's torturing suckles at her pulse point, showing no mercy and incredibly dominating and controlling her body. Mordred held her in a perfect puppetry, chained up and unmoving to the sensual and erotic dance of Mordred's lips.
"Auhn!" the brunette whimpers, tears welling up in her eyes not because she hated her position but because Mordred didn't lessen the heat inside her, it almost look like she toast a huge gallon of gasoline to increase the flame!
And said flame is excruciating! Hakuno wanted-! No, she needed-!
"M- Mordred!" she cries, her soft tone adding more fuel to the flames of Mordred's embers, bucking at the blonde atop her.
Said blonde's mind was clouded by the song of her lover and the sweet superior complex the animal within are scrumptiously indulging. Yet by hearing that cry, Mordred knew her dominancy had stray too far and thus, quickly locked up the drunk animal and pulls away to the sweet spot marred with forming blood and teeth marks. Blinking away the hypnotic glaze clouding her eyes, Mordred guiltily look down at her crying beloved, clumsily kissing the brunette's lips in panic. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" she ranted, releasing her hold to Hakuno's wrist and cupping her hands in her lover's cheeks. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, please tell me- did I hurt you?!"
"N..No~." Hakuno sobs, covering her face with her shaking hands. "Y- You didn't hurt me."
"Then why are you crying? I'm sorry, I got carried away!" Mordred, close to tears repeatedly kiss her lover's forehead. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. If you want we can st-"
"No, don't! We both wanted this to happen-"
"But I made you cry!" Mordred laments, clenching her hands in dismay to her actions.
"I don't cry because you hurt me, Mordred. It's just..." Hakuno pauses, swallowing up her pride to lay bare her unguarded chastity. "My body... It's burning."
"Burning?... As in- !?" Mordred gape in shame, not thinking about the consequences of her domineering aggressiveness, but to the imbecilic forgettable brain of hers! She forgotten, this is the second time they'll do this 'properly', unlike the first time where Hakuno passed out before she and Mordred can shove them down to their finale!
Mordred totally forgot Hakuno's still a virgin! And so is she!
"Uh..." Crystal clear gob smacked, Mordred slowly drape a sweating palm on Hakuno's exposed stomach, just above the skirt and underwear tightly squeezed in Hakuno's legs. "Do... do you want me to...?" with the desire popped out like a bubble not too long ago, Mordred did not know for sure what to do!
Hakuno sniffs and rubbed her watery lids, before she slips her hand at the back of Mordred's palm to slowly guide her lover's hands... directly at her heating core.
"... Make it go away?" Hakuno meekly requested, the blush spreading all over her face.
And Mordred?
'I... I don't know what to do!' she's internally panicking, sweating out in her sitting position, thinking of her next move.
'I'm so dead.' That's the last thing Mordred think at the nick of time... until she passed out, not doing anything to gratify Hakuno's burning needs.
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IDENTIFICATION AND EXPLANATION TIME!
SABER MORDRED'S BEHAVIOR: Saber Mordred is the vessel or container of two conscious thoughts: the thoughts of King Mordred and the Mind of the Treacherous Knight Mordred who already experienced the upcoming future. With these three personalities and individual thoughts in the same body, knowing, learning and with different beliefs, realization and three perspectives in collision, the body or the vessel's body are put to test, especially when it comes to deciding. By having the two cooperating thoughts and voices in her head, their sense and powers are dangerously mixing up with one another, making it hard to identify if Saber Mordred's behavior is truly hers, King Mordred or the Mind of future Mordred. With this as a problem, Saber Mordred can be said to have a split personality disorder and emotional bi polar breakdowns frequently happening when a triggering event are exposed; its example is the everyday presence of Altria. By having Altria around, Kind Mordred's emotions overpowers the Vessel's own, as the love and compassion of a daughter defeats the ever growing hate of Saber Mordred to her father Arturia.
ALTRIA'S OOC ACTIONS: Remember, I create a side story for Altria which describes how she held family importance tightly than her Kingly personality. With that in mind, her changed fate was also an influence to her more open feelings unlike Arturia who ended up ruining Camelot by rejecting her son. And because of her family oriented mind, she is mostly affectionate to her daughter and she interacts with others not as a King, but a mischievous proud father of Mordred. The closet pushover? Dude, Altria is a woman- and woman, secretly or openly express, likes to dress up others, believe it or not.
TAMAMO'S PAST: Tamamo No Mae is a Servant of an eliminated and abusive Master, but before she can go back to the Throne of Heroes, Hakuno made a pact with her in the Third Elimination Round in Fate Extra and attain victory with her Master and Servant partner Saber Mordred. She are also in the Fate CCC route but at the end of that, she was teleported and summoned in Chaldea.
NERO: A Servant who is attracted to Hakuno, Fate Extra CCC route. (Further indication will result in a big spoiler.)
HAKUNO'S VIEW OF ALTRIA'S PAST: Will be revealed in the next chapter. (Further indication will result in a big spoiler.)
HAKUNO (TAMAMO'S MASTER): The victor of the Fate Extra Holy Grail, Master of Tamamo and Mordred Pendragon in the future, defeated BB, Wizard. (Further indication will result in a big spoiler.)
MORDRED (HAKUNO'S PARTNER): Mordred Pendragon, Hakuno's lover, human, affectionate and caring to her lover. Trust no one but Hakuno (Present). (Further indication will result in a big spoiler.)
R-18 SCENE: Shh.. That's the collab I'm talking about with my sister. And I can't react properly with the last part though. Nah, maybe asexual person like me couldn't really understand the importance of labeling 'Warning' in sex scenes.
HAKUNO'S AFOREMENTIONED SKILLS: Will be revealed and explain soon.
MORDRED'S (SERVANT) AFOREMENTIONED SKILLS: When you play Fate Extra you can identify that the three Servants: Saber, Caster and Archer have many defensive and offensive skills like a miniature version of Noble Phantasms or Servant's own Code Casts, so I create a few for Mordred which will be revealed and explain soon.