"Isn't it obvious? You were the one who got this sword for me, weren't you? I didn't think this would happen either, but... well, I also didn't think I'd ever be able to get a shot at Caliburn like this." Mordred shrugs. "I guess that when Caliburn accepted me as King, the same magic that was once applied to my father was applied to me and made me not only more powerful, but also infused this spiritual body of mine with life." She looks at the sword in her hand, marveling and at the red and silver look that Caliburn has taken, the sword now exudes far more power than it ever did before, strengthened by its new paradoxical existence of choosing a king who was dead after it was broken. It has ascended beyond simply being a projection made by Shirou, and has become a true Noble Phantasm in the possession of the new King, Mordred Pendragon. "So... I'm alive again, and..." Mordred pauses for a moment as the fact that she's no longer hindered by her immensely shortened life as a homunculus sinks in. "Alive and immortal..."

Part 17