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... that’s how it is. I understand now—in other words, you finally remembered I exist, Saber. Artoria."
Seated at the round dining table, Sakatsuki nodded in realization. "Of course Mordred wouldn’t acknowledge someone like me. That’s why she started that fight at the camp entrance."
Behind him, Mordred was once again trussed up in blankets like a captured beast, mouth gagged, hanging upside down at the camp gate. She thrashed furiously, like a fish flopping helplessly out of water. ...
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