So she'd been summoned, then...?

It was time to show the world she'd always been worthy of the throne.

It was time to... time to...

...

Mordred paused for a few moments, furrowing her brow. What the hell was this? She'd been summoned, that was for sure. But this wasn't a Holy Grail War. Sure, she got all the knowledge she needed to know what was up with the current time period, but she had no clue why she was here in the first place.

On one hand... no way she was going to complain about being in the world again. After all, even if it wasn't a Grail War, the Red Knight could demonstrate just why she was worthy of being King.

But on the other hand...?

"... Oi oi oi," Mordred began, her helmet clanking as it slid apart and to the sides to reveal her face, her green eyes regarding the young man who currently shared the room she had appeared in, "You're my Master, right?"

For the moment, there was no time for formalities. Not that she had ever cared for them.

Blowing off everything he said, she buried Clarent's tip into the carpet.

"This is Tokyo, huh? The hell did you do, summoning a great knight like me when there's not even a Grail War?"

She placed her free hand against her chest, cocking her head as she did.

On one hand, the chance to show the world what she was made of again was great, but if this guy summoned her for something frivolous it'd piss her off.

"Nakano? What [i]about[/i] Nakano? I'm still wondering what the hell's going on!"

Uncerimoniously, the blonde knight marched over and snatched the note out of the young man's hand, reading it over.

"... Tch, that's way too cryptic," Mordred let out a huff, having left a rather notable chunk of the floor gouged out with the tip of her sword.

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