Mordred scoffed when he so astutely observed her envy. Of course she would never admit to it. She was the great Knight of Rebellion. The Traitorous Knight. She didn't feel such fleeting and mortal emotions as jealousy. Mordred rested her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side, evaluating the silent knight-like figure in golden armor. He had hardly seemed to have moved at all. Yet this was the figure that had seized Clarent clear from her hands and sent it flying?

Not many could lay claim to the boast that they had disarmed the Knight of Rebellion.

Mordred smirked. She wouldn't let that happen again. This 'The World' didn't seem so tough! Muscular, sure - but she had her mana burst and crimson lightning. She would make short work of him soon enough, she was sure of that.

But Dio's proposal made her gasp softly in surprise, and her face turned as red as her armor. For a moment she just stared, then she sighed and shook her head as a mother when she is faced with her hopeless child.

"Such an obsession with the flesh you have, Master," Mordred sighed again. "Fine, fine. If those are the stakes you want then so be it."

Not like she intended to lose, anyway.