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“Thank you dear King.“ Mordred said as he rose from his bow and the guardsmen had left the room. Looking with those sly eyes around the room he was surprised that they were truly alone now. His King was a powerful being and with that power came those who would leech to his side. Even his own brothers Gawain and even worse Aggravaine would never leave her side.

“The Romans have been plotting something horrid. The Emperor’s Sword, Lucius Tiberius has claimed the sister to Clarent, Florent and has slain Boudica and her daughters.“

Arturia was the woman to unify the British clans into civilized society as her father had tried to do. Of course this king had help from a few sources but that should be expected for such a task. However that spear at the side of the throne was perhaps the biggest help as she grew from a woman of the city to a being on par with a living goddess.

“I understand that Boudica was as of recent our enemy but she was the last thing separating the Romans from us. I fear that your light shall be seen as heresy and he will come for Camelot next.“

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Mordred was still growing accustomed to the different timelines and universes that FATE could draw from. Time, space, and probability all meant nothing to this strange and powerful tool wielded by the Chaldea organization. Though the differences were always slight, most of the pieces well stitched from the life he lived. Though he truly wasn’t sure if this was still his timeline, or if he had been one of the others summoned from another. Having met two versions of his mother had been the hardest to stomach, but he quickly was able to tell faker from the one that was real. 

E͜it͟h̕e͟r̷ way̵ h̢is w҉͟i҉̸͘s̷̢͡h̀̕ ̸w̧òu̶l̛d͏ remai͜n͢ ͏th͞ȩ ̛s͟a͢m̕e͢

Looking into the black mud he wondered if this is what Percival had looked into. Brandishing his sword, Clarent he looked out towards the sky. It swirled and pulsated like a beating heart of a living person. What God would ordain such a creation? Mordred had been here a few days already, whilst Master had returned for more servants. A great battle was to be had, against Solomon yet again. The new servant had come quickly, ahead of the rest. Perhaps she would have more details.

“Artoria.“ He said plainly. They’d met once or twice before, hardly formally but now with the grail in the sky this singularity was in grave danger.