It was the curiosity to read her legend that killed her.
Mordred barged into the kendo room, laughing and panting at the same time. On her hand was the brown paperback which she had purchased in the shop that afternoon. It was quite a thick book, its cover was embossed with big golden letters of 'King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table'.
"Father!" she called out. "Look at what I've found!"
Shirou was lucky from getting hit as Arturia stopped in her tracks, turning to her child in one swift motion. "Mordred, I am in the middle of practice."
"No, no! You must check this out! This is insane!" she took long steps towards the two, holding the book open and directly shoving it to her father's face. "Look at this!" she cackled.
Arturia gave a puzzled look at the illustration shown to her. Printed right on the page was a middle-aged man, holding a sword and dressed like a noble with a crown on his head. He looked a lot like her late father King Uther Pendragon, but she was certain it was not him.
"Who is that, Mordred?" she asked.
"What?" the younger girl hold back a laugh. "Who does this look to you?"
"My…father?"
"No!" she cried out, her stomach hurt from cracking up so hard. "This is you, Father!"
Arturia jumped in shock.
Mordred laughed again, tears building in the corner of her eyes. "People nowadays are so dumb! Don't they discover Sir Kay's writings about you? I mean…" a short intake of breath, "I mean look at that mustache! I've never seen a mustache so mighty!"