A Critical Hit

"I'm so booooored!" Mordred exclaimed as she and Bedivere wandered the halls of Chaldea. "Let's do something fun!"

It was the norm to be bored, but the knight had limits.

"Sir Mordred, I believe it would be best to refrain from reckless behavior—or as you refer to it as fun—whilst in the keep. Or did you forget what happened last time?" her more professional colleague replied. "I would also insist you begin wearing more befitting attire for a knight."

"You're very naggy, aren't ya?" Mordred pouted "You sound worse than Gawain."

"Kya!"

Suddenly Mordred collided with force. It did nothing to the knight. Colliding into the Knight of Treachery is no different than colliding with a wall or elephant—regardless of whether she was armored with Secret of Pedigree or not.

Then they saw that the what she ran into was a whom.

A girl, in fact. Abigail. A servant whom the Master had summoned recently.

"Isn't she…" Bedivere began to say.

The girl spoke up before he could finish with an innocent "I-I'm sorry."

"Hey, noob!" Mordred was as always aggressive. Treating the situation as though she was being challenged. "Just where do are you looking while walking?"

Abigail squeaked in fear as though she was a mouse before a raging dragon.

"Sir Mordred!" Bedivere protested.

Soon the more chivalrous knight bent a knee before the frightened girl. "I apologize for the rudeness. Are you hurt anywhere, m'lady?"

Abigail blushed with starry eyes.

"Wah! You're really beautiful!" Abigail exclaimed. "You look just like a princess!"

A gasping "pfft" laugh escaped from Mordred's mouth and Bedivere looked as though an arrow found its way into his heart and he was realizing it too late.

…well, at least the boredom was relieved.

The magus Hal Martel was strolling through the halls with Mash when Abigail came running, fearful tears welling up in her eyes.

"Master, what should I do?!" she asked frantically. Seized by panic. "I have been a very bad child!"

Hal looked to Mash then back to Abigail. "What happened?"

"I am afraid I may have been very rude with my words to the princess."

"Prin…cess…?" Hal was at a loss for what she could mean.

Abigail brought him to the scene where they found Bedivere muttering "princess…" to himself in what could only be described as confused disbelief; and Mordred was on her knees laughing hysterically, slapping one of her fists against the metallic floor.

"What did you do to Mordred?" Hal asked assumedly. "I've never seen that Saber laugh so hard."

"Wha…?"

"You said princess, right?" Hal told her. "Well…"

Mordred was so busy laughing she did not even register his words—thankfully. Sparing him another severe beating.

"No!" Abigail corrected him by pointing to Bedivere. "I was referring to the princess, not the cutthroat!"

In that moment it dawned on the magus what happened and Hal fell to his back laughing as well, all as Mash was giving his disapproving daggers for eyes.

"Master Hal!?"

"Senpai!"

Citation: inspired by the Fate/Grand Order fan-comic "A Beautiful…Princess?"