"I see," murmured Arthur in satisfaction. "So what happens to me now?"
"That depends on you Poser, will you continue to try and kill the heiresses or reforge that mockery you call Excalibur?" questioned the knight.
"No that ship has sailed, I want nothing more to do with that accursed blade," growled the descendant.
Mordred just nodded as she held Caliburn out to him, "then you're free to go."
Arthur had an expression of shock on her face as he just stared at her before looking down at the offered blade and shaking his head with a smile. "Keep it, you're more worthy of that blade than I am," he replied, pushing Caliburn back towards her.
For the first time Mordred seemed uncertain as she looked down at the Sword of Appointment in her hands before glancing back up to Arthur. The descendant just nodded as if encouraging her as the Knight of Treachery unsheathed the blade and admired Caliburn's craftsmanship, the holy sword glowing with a soft white light.
"How many times had she dreamed of this moment?" came a soft whisper from within the helm.
"Mordred…I know I have no right to ask this but…can you do me a favour?" begged Arthur, snapping the knight from her daze.
"That depends on what it is," replied Mordred as she sheathed Caliburn.
Arthur bowed his head, causing Mordred to back away slightly in surprise, "could you give my sister a message for me?"
Mordred's only response was to unsheathe Caliburn again before swinging the blade in a downwards stroke as a portal formed. "Tell her yourself," replied Mordred as she dragged him through the portal.
The duo found themselves in the remains of the ORC clubroom with Le Fay lying down on the couch, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. "Different from the Caliburn I know but powerful none the less," muttered Mordred as she examined the sword.
Arthur ignored her as he approached his unconscious sister and tears rolled down his face as he saw her peaceful expression, her witch's hat still clutched tightly against her chest. "She's been healed," he smiled, joyfully.
"Asia most likely, Twilight Healing is more than powerful enough to heal her," mused Mordred behind him.
"You sure do know a lot about the nun," replied Arthur.
Mordred just shrugged, "I've worked with her before."
Suddenly Arthur felt something jab him in the side and turned to see Mordred holding a pencil and notebook out to him.
"Hurry up and write your message, we don't want the Devil's to catch us here," she ordered, getting a nod from him as he began writing one final message for his sister.
"Before I do that, could you take me to our old hideout? There's something I need to give her," requested Arthur, getting a shrug from Mordred as she created another portal.
As they stepped through it the pair found themselves in Le Fay's old room and Mordred watched as she saw Arthur walked over to the bed before picking up an object. Turning back to her, the descendant clutched the item close as he approached the desk. Arthur was silent as he then stared at the blank notebook in front of him and began writing, tears welling up in his eyes as he finished.
Mordred didn't say anything as he nodded and once again the portal formed as they went back to the ORC clubroom. Sighing Arthur looked down at the witch's hat he'd grabbed before placing the notebook inside it as he gave Le Fay's hand one last squeeze before approaching Mordred who created another portal and the pair disappeared, arriving back in the park. Arthur sighed in relief as he turned to thank Mordred and saw the Knight of Treachery once again sheathing the glowing Caliburn.
"Mordred can I ask you a question? You don't work for the Pendragon family so tell me, who do you really work for?" asked the descendant, curiously.
The Knight of Treachery was silent for a moment as if listening to something before she nodded, "I suppose you can know. My new family and I work for the Sekiryuutei."
Arthur was silent as his eyes widened before he burst into laughter, "I guess it is true, the more things change the more they stay the same."
The descendant then turned to leave, only to stop as he heard Mordred speak up, "Oi Poser, catch!"
Arthur spun around and saw the sheathed Caliburn sailing straight towards him and only just managed to catch it before the weapon hit him in the head. The descendant looked down at the sword in his hands with confusion before turning to see Mordred beginning to walk away.
"I don't need it, I have the only sword I need right here, besides that's not the my Caliburn," stated the knight as she gave her sheathed Clarent an affectionate pat. "Make sure the next time we meet that you live up to your name Poser, the sword chose you for a reason after all."
The descendant just nodded, "I look forward to the day our blades can clash once more, take care Mordred. Next time I will make you use your full power."
"You could tell?" came the knight's amused voice. "The day you can fight me in that state is the day that you truly earn your name."
"Then the next time we meet you'll be calling me by my name," replied the descendant in determination.
"Keep dreaming Poser," replied Mordred with a dismissive wave as the Pendragon member turned and walked away. "And don't worry about your sister, I'll make sure Issei keeps watch over her."
Arthur had a grateful smile on his face as he turned and followed Mordred's lead before he saw a flash of white in the corner of his vison and heard something descend upon him from above.
"Making new friends Arthur?" asked an amused male voice.
The descendant turned to see a familiar figure emerge from the tree line, "Vali? What are you doing here?"
"Azazel ordered me to follow Kokabiel after he left during the meeting," answered the Hakuryuukou.
"So you saw Cu Chulainn's descendant fight off Kokabiel?" questioned Arthur.
"That's not all I saw," muttered Vali as he thought back to Issei's transformation.
'How did he do that? One minute he was there and the next he was replaced by that Knight,' pondered the Hakuryuukou.