You are Artoria Pandoragon, a shining sun that guided everyone in the sky of Great Britain a hundred years ago. The Sword in the Stone chose you, and the mage Merlin taught you. However, no one knows that your disgraceful life experience has brought you not only a black mark in history, but also the heavy pain in your heart of being rejected by your biological mother.
You stabbed the sharp weapon into the chest of the only flesh and blood, and what accumulated in your heart was not joy, but fatigue and sadness that could never be erased.
You are Mordred Pandoragon, the brightest star among the stars in the night of Great Britain a hundred years ago. You have a brilliance similar to that of the sun, but no one can know your dazzlingness. Your biological mother created you out of hatred, and your 'biological father' denied you out of righteousness, so you vowed to prove yourself and use countless battles to sharpen your sword of revenge.
Live for her, die for her, and whoever dares to tarnish the radiance of the sun will be pierced by your sword.
She is your god, your country, the only reason for your existence.
In the Battle of the Sword Fence, your last battlefield and your way home, your chest was pierced by your king, and you died unwillingly.
You make a wish, hoping that you can go back in time so that you can be born one day earlier and let the Sword in the Stone prove your unparalleled brilliance.
Therefore, I hope that you will be chosen by the Holy Grail, become a member of the Heroic Soul Seat, and be given the name of 'Saber'. In order to seize the supreme wish-making machine, you will be summoned by mortals to come to this world.
If we meet one day, will the glory of the past return?
Harry Xavier [British and American]