Why could Father be summoned?
Mordred could hardly believe her eyes.
At the center of the magic circle—
A knight who looked exactly like her, clad in silver armor, her emerald green eyes quietly staring at the red-haired youth before her.
In that moment—
Countless spectators stared blankly at the screen, each of them fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if they could summon King Artoria before them.
The bullet comments exploded in an instant——
BoobVenerate-[Aaaaah! I'm so jealous! I want to summon King Artoria too!]
Blorbo-[King Arthur really is the most perfect knight—so beautiful!]
ConstipatedProcrastinator-[So, is the red-haired boy a younger version of Nameless? Where exactly is this Holy Grail War taking place?]
InterdimensionalFBI-[Feels like a parallel world.]
NotSunKnight-[Is Nameless' true identity about to be exposed by Alaya?!]
...
"Why would Father be summoned to participate in the Holy Grail War? Who are the enemies?"
Mordred muttered to herself.
To her, her Father had always been the goal she strove to catch up to.
But now, her powerful Father had been summoned as a tool, forced to fight as someone else's Servant.
And most importantly, the one who summoned Father seemed to be the younger version of Nameless!
Could this be the world Nameless originally lived in?
Beside her, Gawain glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window. "Your Father was probably forced to participate in the Holy Grail War. Likely summoned by some kind of power."
"No way!"
Mordred flatly rejected the idea.
"Keep watching. Everything will be revealed soon enough."
Gawain didn't bother to argue further.
He simply brought over a plate of freshly made, steaming hot mashed potatoes and milk.
"Mordy, time for breakfast."
"…"
Mordred instantly felt a wave of mashed potato-related PTSD.
After losing two bets previously, she'd been eating potato dishes made by the potato spirit every day.
It was a nightmare!
"Mordred, want to make another bet? I bet your Father can end the Holy Grail War all on her own. If I lose, no more potato dishes for you!"
Gawain grinned. "But if I win, you'll have to learn how to make potato dishes with me and share them with everyone!"
To him, the King was invincible!
A mere Holy Grail War? She could wipe the floor with it effortlessly!
No one would believe that a mere boy could defeat a Heroic Spirit, right?
Even if this red-haired boy named Emiya Shirou was a younger version of Nameless, it should still be impossible!
"…Again???"
Mordred ground her teeth, her mind racing.
She was already eating mashed potatoes three times a day. Even if she lost, others would be the ones eating them.
Sorry, my dear honest and righteous Knights of the Round Table. You'll just have to bear the consequences of me losing.
"Alright, you're on!"
Mordred instantly made up her mind.
Next—
She saw that in the video, the red-haired youth who appeared to be a younger Nameless had summoned King Artoria but didn't have her fight.
Instead, he persuaded her:
"You've done enough. The fall of Britain wasn't your fault. It was Mordred's fault. There's no need to wish to go back and be chosen as king again."
My fault???
Mordred clenched her jaw.
This guy—how dare he say it was her fault.
Beside her, Gawain gave her a sideways glance.
You did wrong and still won't admit it?
He silently vowed to make her eat even more mashed potatoes!
He just loved seeing that look on her face—wanting to avoid mashed potatoes but being forced to eat them anyway.
However—
King Artoria was still King Artoria.
Even in this video where she was a "king without a human heart," she still firmly rejected the youth's request without hesitation.
She only wished to win the war and obtain the Holy Grail.
The people began piecing things together—
TooHotToPeg-[Holy crap! This ties in perfectly with the second exposed video, The Perfect King!]
YaoiBreed-[Damn, it really does! Back then, Nameless kept trying to stop King Artoria from pulling the sword from the stone—it was clearly an attempt to make up for regrets!]
ICastFart-[I'm confused now. Did Emiya summon King Arthur first, or did Nameless travel back to King Artoria's era first?]
ConstipatedProcrastinator-[Don't ask. If you must ask, it's the choice of Steins;Gate! Why not ask whether the chicken or the egg came first?]
"Nameless' true name is Emiya Shirou?"
Kirina's eyes sparkled like she'd just stumbled upon the juiciest gossip.
That was Nameless—a Heroic Spirit who walked through human history, interacting with other Heroic Spirits.
No matter who he encountered, he always called himself Nameless.
But now, in the new video Unlimited Blade Works, his real name seemed to have been revealed.
"Emiya Shiro… Sanjiro…"
Kirina suddenly turned her head and looked toward the couch across from her, asking with a shocked expression, "Are you… Nameless?"
Those two names—Shirou and Sanjiro—sounded exactly the same. Not even the intonation differed!
Under her gaze—
Sanjiro let out a soft sigh, crossing his legs.
"I wanted to live as an ordinary person among you. And what did I get in return? Mockery and distance. Fine, no more pretending. I'll come clean—I am Nameless!"
His posture was flamboyant and arrogant, just shy of saying, "Kneel and beg me already!"
"Tch. If you're Nameless, then I'm one of the Beasts of Humanity!"
Kirina rolled her eyes, not believing a single word.
Bragging? Please, anyone can do that.
He was just a regular otaku, yet he had the nerve to act all high and mighty in front of her?
If he were truly Nameless, how could he be living a life where every penny for rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea had to be calculated?
"Believe it or not."
Sanjiro glanced at her with an odd expression.
Could it be… the seals are starting to weaken?
Looks like it's time to up the pace.
Just then, he noticed a burning gaze and smiled, "What's wrong, Illya?"
He felt a tinge of anxiety.
When someone gets exposed by Alaya, the people around them often start recovering lost memories.
Could Illya really be remembering him?
"No big deal. Just thought it was funny that the names sound the same."
Illya responded with her soft, sweet voice.
But in her mind, a torrent of memories surged violently. A forgotten figure was slowly merging with the boy before her...
"Lots of people have the same sounding name. It's just a coincidence."
Sanjiro replied as calmly as he could.
He looked at the video, itching to shut it off.
But it was useless.
This was an Alaya-produced video—no one could stop that bastard from airing people's dark history.
The video continued.
The perspective shifted from the red-haired youth and Artoria's daily life to a grand estate.
A silver-haired, red-eyed little girl sat in a chair.
Her adorable feet, wrapped in white stockings, swayed as she stared at a projection in a crystal ball.
On the crystal screen, the red-haired youth appeared alongside a twin-tailed girl.
Illya's face bloomed with a sweet smile. "Big brother... I'll finally get to meet you."
Ever since she was saved once by Nameless—
She'd been looking forward to this moment.
She wanted to ask in person.
What really happened back then?
Everything—every answer—could be found once they met.
She was so excited!
Her adorable behavior had viewers crying for her cuteness.
However—
The first to arrive at the estate wasn't the person she was waiting for, but rather an uninvited guest.
A Heroic Spirit shining in golden radiance, dazzling like a god.
His name—
Gilgamesh!