Bedivere
Class: Saber
Strength: A
Endurance: B
Agility: A+
Mana: C
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Skills
Military Tactics: C
Calm and Composed: B
Knight's Vow of Protection: B
Magic Resistance: B
Riding: A
Noble Phantasm
"Silver Arm that Holds the Holy Sword"
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Personnel
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Arthur clenched his fists, his teeth grinding as he stared at the knight standing before him.
"Why?!" His mind reeled with frustration. "I don't even have the blessing of faith! But the one I summoned does?! I lack the Master's mana blessing! But the one I summoned actually has it! And these physical stats—aren't they better than mine?!"
Bedivere, oblivious to her king's inner turmoil, brightened the moment she recognized him.
"My king! Sir Bedivere greets you!"
Arthur exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay composed. Well, it's my own strength anyway. No point in complaining… He waved his hand in resignation.
"Rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Bedivere stood up with a radiant smile, her emerald eyes shining with devotion.
Arthur couldn't help but feel satisfied. His Knights of the Round Table were slowly reuniting. Yet, one troubling thought lingered in his mind.
"Why are all my knights turning out to be beautiful women—except Mordred?!" The realization made him a little flustered.
The others in the room also stared at Bedivere. They didn't know why she was a beauty, but the sheer strength she exuded left no room for doubt.
"As expected of the King of Knights!" they murmured in awe.
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Arthur turned back to Bedivere.
"How long can your mana sustain you?"
"If I don't engage in battle, I can last about a week. But if I fight at full power… one decisive battle is all I have."
Arthur nodded. "One battle is enough. Just long enough to hold them off."
Assessing his own mana reserves, he realized that, at his current capacity, he could sustain two Knights of the Round Table at the same time.
"Not bad."
He turned back to Bedivere. "From now on, you'll be responsible for protecting them. They'll brief you on the situation."
"Understood! I will obey your command, my king!"
Arthur nodded in approval before turning away. He shooed off Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei, who had been curiously watching from the side.
Before leaving, Rin Tohsaka stuck out her tongue at him, while Sakura Matou gave him a soft, warm smile.
Arthur waved them off, knowing full well—this was it. The Holy Grail War had officially begun.
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Meanwhile, inside the car…
Rin was briefing Bedivere about the Holy Grail War.
"So, our king desires the Holy Grail," Bedivere said, glancing at the two girls.
"That's right! He's doing this to help us," Rin stated firmly.
Bedivere's expression grew determined. "If that's the case, then the Knights of the Round Table must prove our worth! Our king shall become a legend in this world!"
Her emerald eyes burned with conviction. "Lancelot, Gai… do you hear this? The king needs us more than ever."
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An Hour Earlier — In Another World
Inside the grand halls of Camelot, Mordred sat restlessly upon Arthur's throne, tapping her fingers impatiently.
"Father has been gone for too long! I wonder when he'll return…" he grumbled.
The gathered Knights of the Round Table shared nostalgic looks.
"Indeed… How is the king faring?" Gawain murmured.
Bedivere, standing among them, sighed. "I miss him as well…"
Suddenly, a voice thundered through the chamber.
"Come forth—my loyal knight! Bedivere!!!"
The call resonated deep within Bedivere's very soul.
"It's the king! Did you hear that?!" Bedivere's eyes lit up with emotion. "The king is summoning me! He needs me!!!"
A blinding light enveloped Bedivere's body, and in an instant, she was gone.
Mordred stared, stunned.
"What?! Why, Father?! Why summon her but not me?!"
Lancelot sighed, shaking her head. "Perhaps… it is a matter of devotion. I hear Bedivere keeps a statue of our king at home and prays before it daily."
"Seriously?" Gawain and the others exchanged skeptical glances.
Mordred's eyes gleamed. "Then that's it! From now on, everyone in Camelot must have a statue of Father! We shall make him a living faith! We must go and find him!!!"
Within hours, Camelot had turned into a city devoted to the worship of King Arthur.
Meanwhile, Arthur himself remained completely unaware… that he was now being revered as a divine figure.
And that soon, the true madness was about to begin.
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