"For a great king, you do have a fairly small grave," Mordred commented, blinking down on the tomb said to be King Arthur's.
Soon as Shirou and Rin got accepted in Clock Tower, Arturia and Mordred were both invited to accompany the two to London. The Tohsaka heiress was certain the father-son duo would like to see their homeland, the kingdom they had protected and loved. And so, after some preparations, the four set out on a vacation. One of their destination: Glastonbury Tor.
Now in front of the gravesite, Arturia crossed her arms over her chest, huffing. "For all I know, my body was brought to Avalon once I died," she said. It was pleasing to see fresh flowers adorning the site, but it perplexed her to realize that some men actually searched for her remains.
"You…died?" Shirou asked. "I thought you were just putted in an enchanted sleep. Books said you will return in England's greatest need."
"Well I don't know for sure because the Grail called for me when I was still in Camlann…"
"Oh! Maybe England is in its greatest need right now, and that's why Saber gained her mortal body!" Rin suddenly exclaimed.
"Tohsaka, that's a good theory!"
"I know, right?"
"No," Arturia refused to accept the idea, "The kingdom is perfectly fine as it is now, but I obviously did not die physically. The books said Sir Bedivere found me on the hill and escorted me to a holy isle before I went to Avalon. People must have made this grave to raise money."
The others sweat dropped.
"At least you have your own grave," Mordred added. "I really died after I got stabbed by Rhongomyniad, and I don't even have one made for me."