【Azure Silver】Please let me travel with you.
Morgan admitted that he was not good at fighting.
Under the feudal system, princes and nobles had an obligation to protect their subjects, so it was only natural for men to learn martial arts from a young age. However, the main responsibility of women was to unite the forces between different territories through marriage to consolidate alliances.
Although the Island Witch's magical skills are unparalleled and her talent in magic should not be underestimated, she has indeed never received close combat training.
Fortunately, Morgan has been able to defeat all the opponents he has faced so far with magic.
With the help of Hiroki Sajou, Morgan learned the location of the Holy Grail. After a moment's thought, Morgan offered to deal with Caster and Assassin himself and teleport the head of the Sajou family and King Arthur to the coordinates of the nearby Holy Grail.
She didn't want to face off against that Root Princess.
It's not out of fear of the other person, but rather a resistance based on a kind of same-sex repulsion.
Moreover, if she were to accidentally "die," all the plans would be in vain.
Morgan thought to himself.
The serene Hassan was no match for Morgan.
There was no need for the two to talk; the servant, whose mind was already on the verge of collapse, disappeared in the magical light wave.
The gentle alchemist was no match for Morgan.
Morgan couldn't help but chuckle at the other person's surprised expression, which gave him the opportunity to continue the conversation.
"It's breaking free from my Lord's magic... no, it's never been controlled in the first place... Why? My Lord's magic can't have flaws. Is it a difference in mystery? Impossible, that's connected to the root..."
"Caster".
Paracelsus stopped murmuring.
Because there was no need anymore; what appeared before him now was the truth.
The words originally intended for the King of Knights were transformed into a sigh by the unexpected appearance of the person present.
"...In this Holy Grail War, the days when the Knight King faced his own destiny were, for me, a time of indulging in the pleasures of depravity. Even if I were pushed into the Greater Grail and devoured, my soul would not be corrupted, would it? Because it has already been completely tainted."
Morgan gazed at the Servant who had betrayed his Master, his friend, and his apprentice.
Judging from her appearance, she is very delicate, but she would never be mistaken for a woman. She has the air of a scholar and is a self-proclaimed evil alchemist. She is about twenty-something years old, which is the age when she can still be called a young man.
The summoned Servant will appear at their peak.
Therefore, martial artists are mostly young and vigorous in their prime, while scholars usually achieve great fame in their middle and old age when they have accumulated a wealth of works.
This indicates that Paracelsus died an unnatural death at a young age.
Morgan did not study Paracelsus's life in detail, nor was he interested in learning about his writings or achievements.
Her only curiosity was: what kind of vision could make Caster betray his allies and even cast a deadly curse on the young child who was both his disciple and friend?
Why do you pursue the Holy Grail?
"Of course, it's about reaching the root of all things, grasping the truth of this world, and saving all living beings...!"
After he finished speaking, the young man who had raised the demonic sword gasped.
Like a stubborn martyr who finally has an epiphany.
Looking back on all his actions so far, he murmured in a shocked tone, "The Root... and the brilliance of the Holy Grail, have they blinded me from the very beginning...? I, Paracelsus... spoke of benevolence... awaiting the punishment of justice, yet... yet I have committed such a vile mistake...!"
At the same time, Caster unleashed his Noble Phantasm.
—Sword of Paracelsus (Elementalist's Magic Sword).
The magic that suddenly condensed gathered at the tip of the sword with the alchemist's roar, and then released a torrent of ethereal light that pierced through the darkness!
The four elements released simultaneously tore through the air, filling the vast underground passage with overwhelming force. The immense magical power that transformed into light was powerful enough to defeat three fully armed Servants.
Now, this energy is heading towards only one target.
Have I lost sight of my original self? Will this state be my end?
The island witch's whispers reached the black-haired youth's ears.
The next instant, both light and magic stopped.
It was as if the "pause" button had been pressed, freezing in mid-air.
In the moments before Paracelsus's consciousness faded, his eyes, brimming with tears of blood, reflected the silver-haired witch's raised black wand and the chilling, eerie light it emitted, seemingly freezing everything in its path—
The underground passage, where the two Servants had just confronted each other, has returned to silence.
Morgan put away her wand and began to walk in the darkness.
Only one Servant remains from the Holy Grail War, though a more accurate description would be one class.
—Artoria and Morgan, who share the Saber role.
At this point in time, shouldn't Artoria have given Sajou Ayaka the potion?
Morgan travels to the location of the Holy Grail to let his thoughts wander, pondering how to reclaim the golden cup and the "little animals" beneath it.
If left unattended, given the nature of humans or magicians, there will likely be no peace. Perhaps...
Suddenly, a chill ran down Morgan's spine!
Accompanied by a piercing alarm that echoed in his mind, a figure that should not have appeared suddenly came into Morgan's view.
Morgan instinctively stopped in his tracks.
—Is it an illusion? Or a remnant of some kind of magic trick?
The man had short, neat, wine-red hair, and his muscular body was encased in armor that reflected a cool, flowing light. He wore a long black cloak with golden wheat ears on his shoulders and leaned against the stone wall with his arms crossed in an extremely natural posture.
—Like a ferocious beast, its very breath exudes a powerful presence.
As Morgan quietly held his breath, the perceptive beast, as if sensing the movement of the air, slowly opened its eyes.
—A man also known as the "Sword Emperor".
Like a ravenous beast that has finally spotted its prey.
The moment his eyes met Morgan Le Fey's, the red-haired, purple-eyed man grinned, his handsome face brimming with intense excitement and fighting spirit.
"You're the woman who made me wait so long, the one who claims to be a rival to the Red Dragon of Britain?"
The man drew his sword from his waist; the bright red blade was engraved with delicate patterns and glowed with a crimson light in the magical glow.
"—The Demon Sword Florent," Morgan murmured, squinting at the weapon's name.
The words had barely left his lips when their blades clashed.
The man, swinging his demonic sword with lightning speed, overpowered Morgan with the sheer force of a giant as Morgan conjured the Sword of Royal Selection to parry. "Indeed," he said, "you possess sharp eyes. And you should know my name, shouldn't you?"
Morgan, who took the sword emperor's strike head-on, showed no fear. Even though her slender arms trembled uncontrollably, she maintained the pride of a British princess and gave a cold smile, uttering the man's name between her teeth: "...Lucius Sibelius."
Seeing this, the man... Lucius let out a few hearty laughs, "A woman who can maintain eye contact with me and not back down in the face of my attacks is rare even in life. If she is described as a woman who can rival the British Red Dragon, how can one not yearn for her?"
Leading a vast army composed of kings and commanders from across Europe, including behemoths and giants, exiled demon sorcerers, and superhumans wielding spells and other bizarre powers, the strongest commander skillfully utilizes these talents. A greatswordsman wielding a demonic sword bares his fangs at the island witch.
The moment the weapons clashed, a blinding white light flashed, and a series of crisp collision sounds rang out. The slender figure in the elegant dress flipped her wrist, deftly deflecting the man's blade and successfully creating distance between them.
"Hmph, Emperor of Rome, you are nothing but a barbaric invader. I, Morgan le Fay, will never bow down to you."
The silver-haired noblewoman's gaze was as cold as ice as she stared at the man, her posture of holding a sword in confrontation exuding a dignified and noble air. Upon hearing this, the man's eyes darkened, revealing an expression of absolute certainty.
--Help! Help! Help! Help! You despicable bastard, Sajō Aika!! Where did you get this guy from?!
No matter how aloof or composed she appeared on the surface, Morgan couldn't deny the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about swordsmanship. The only reason she had been able to hold out until now was because her opponent had definitely gone easy on her... or at least let her win.
Flipping through the memories of several "Vivian" and "Morgan le Fay", there was no experience of contact with the Sword Emperor. All that was available were vague fragments seen from afar. Morgan had no reference to follow. In addition, because they shared the Saber class, if she did not prepare in advance, her behavior pattern would be that of a "swordsman" as her first reaction.
This is why Morgan drew the Sword of Chosen, rather than the wand he had just put away, to fight.
Morgan thought the impact was negligible, but he never expected that Aika Sajou (there was no one else but her) would arrange an ambush, and it was the Sword Emperor who was a formidable enemy in Artorius's memory!
Just as Morgan was panicking and completely lost, the man known as the Sword Emperor deflected her weapon with a single sword stroke. Before the Island Witch could react, he used his absolute strength as a first-rate swordsman and a strong man to subdue her to the ground.
Her long, silver hair, as radiant as moonlight, spread out beneath her, and the unyielding spirit in her cold blue eyes was moistened by the shimmering moisture, making the corners of her charming eyes blush red.
Lucius chuckled as he gripped the woman's delicate neck with one hand. His knee, which had been pressing against her waist to restrain her, tightened with each thrust. Amidst Morgan's soft groans of pain, he said in a deep voice, "So you're the infamous Island Witch. I've heard you're the embodiment of Britain. So, to possess you means to take Britain into my grasp as well, doesn't it?"
"wishful thinking!"
A shout interrupted Lucius Hybelius's wild words.
As the Sword Emperor toyed with the witch as if she were his prey, the radiance of the Holy Sword sliced through the surging crimson magic power.
The powerful stream of magic flowed straight at the Sword Emperor, forcefully knocking him back a distance!
Amid Lucius's impassioned expression, the Silver Knights arrived at the battlefield.
"Ha ha! Artorius! Red dragon of Britain, you are the one I have been waiting for all along. This time, I will make you the property of Rome!"
On one side were wildly greedy purple eyes, and on the other were resolute and calm blue eyes, reflecting each other's fighting spirit once again across more than 1,500 years.
—It's like a legend coming to life.
King Arthur's handsome face could not hide his anger, not only because of the Roman sword emperor's arrogant declaration, but also because of the scene before he unleashed the magical wind of his sword.
"Sister Wang, how are you?"
Under Altoris's cover, Morgan rose and stepped back from his original position. After casting a healing spell on his throat, he said in a hoarse voice, "It was just like being bumped by a demon boar."
For a moment, Altoris couldn't tell whether Morgan was serious or simply mocking his opponent.
When he saw Morgan pinned down by the Sword Emperor, his first thought was of Hiroki Sajou, who had survived the ordeal, and the magician's relieved figure as he picked up Ayaka Sajou and ran away.
Despite facing an insurmountable opponent with no chance of victory, he still stood up for his second daughter, demonstrating a willingness to sacrifice his life.
The familial love and the bond between father and son that Artoria felt in Hiroki Sajou were emotions she had never experienced before.
And so the question that had once crossed my mind resurfaced.
"—As the 'elder sister' of the king, what were Morgan's thoughts about King Arthur and Mordred?"
Morgan was completely unaware of Altolis's confusion and inner thoughts.
She's now like a ragdoll cat with someone backing her up. She was just being bullied by outsiders in a pitiful state, but after her powerful teammates arrived on the battlefield, the situation immediately turned around!
The Roman swordsman, brandishing his crimson sword, roared, "This time, King Arthur and Britain will both be mine!"
"Your delusions were shattered by my own hands before you died, and now they are even more impossible!" Artorius coldly refuted the Sword Emperor's arrogant words.
Two swordsmen of extraordinary skill swung their swords at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, as if determined to cut down their opponent before the magic that sustained their existence was exhausted.
On the other side, the Island Witch rallied her forces, her wand, now in her new possession, flashing a sharp, magical light in the air, her cold, focused eyes intently watching the figures crisscrossing each other.
Amidst the resounding clang of clashing blades, icy light spots cast streaks of cold radiance, draping the golden-haired king in a veil woven from thin light.
—I've fully buffed you, go forth, King Arthur!
When Artorius parried Lucius's demonic sword with his own, he keenly sensed that the weight pressing on his sword had noticeably lightened, and the mountain-like force suddenly dissipated, allowing him to easily swat away his opponent.
"...!"
"Tsk, a witch's boost?"
Artorius didn't miss the moment his opponent retreated, and the tip of the Holy Sword seized the opportunity to pursue him.
It's not just the force of the attack, but also the reaction speed, defense, and even the slight timing difference in connecting moves. All the movements are executed with fluid grace, perfectly executing angles and sequences that align with intuition.
It felt like being in a dream.
—So, with Morgan's help, the battle will be so easy?
It was as if a gear had been inserted into his body to facilitate the smooth transition and accelerate the operation of the battle. The feeling of ease with which he fought against the Sword Emperor at this moment deeply shocked Artorius.
Is it the difference between having a magician assisting or not, or is it because Morgan was the one providing the assistance?
The torrent of light unleashed by the holy sword overflowed the underground passage riddled with sword marks. As the dazzling golden light engulfed the crimson hue, Artorius secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The battles of thousands of years ago ended in the same way, but the process was completely different. The emotions that welled up in his heart made Altoris pause for a moment.
"Arthur..."
Just as Morgan uttered his call.
Lucius Sibelius, the man who should have vanished into the radiance of the holy sword, as if every single spiritual particle had been purified, the man hailed as the Sword Emperor, dropped his weapon at the last moment.
That was not a natural fall due to a lack of grasp.
Instead, it precisely seizes the gap when its own existence dissipates, and with all the magic power and force it can muster, it shoots straight at the target, the magic sword cutting through the air, like a beast's desperate struggle before death, biting at its prey with a sharp roar!
The Roman emperor who once commanded countless talented individuals has been transformed into an unstoppable, deadly attack through various unknown blessings and enhancements, as well as under harsh conditions achieved unintentionally!
Even the layers upon layers of magical defense bestowed by Morgan suddenly lost their effectiveness in the face of this vicious, all-encompassing bite.
—The Island Witch, Morgan le Fay, wanted King Arthur to realize this sooner.
Before Altoris's intuition warned him, the British Red Dragon's senses detected the change in airflow caused by the woman's sudden approach.
Then, the air froze for a moment.
In the utter silence, a heavy, muffled sound, followed by a burst of crimson blood, violently assaulted Altoris's vision.
"You...! How could this be... Am I dreaming?"
Artorius stared in astonishment, his pale eyes wide. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the crimson demonic sword piercing the woman's abdomen ceased its roar, and the viscous liquid oozing from the wound slowly dripped down the tip of the blade—
The witch, whom the knights once described as having ice shards flowing through her veins, gushed out blood as warm and bright red as theirs.
King Arthur instinctively caught Morgan, whose soul core had been pierced by the demonic sword, and knelt down with the force of her fall, letting his blood stain his holy silver armor.
"...Ah, indeed, it's like a dream. However, even if you hate each other, argue or compete with each other, or even consider each other sworn enemies, you will still help each other without hesitation when the other is in danger. That's what brothers are, that's what I've heard."
Bloodstained, cascading silver hair spread across Altoris's arms, but he seemed oblivious, gazing down at the woman in his arms, and letting out a dry, low call from deep within his throat: "Sister Wang...?"
The magic power infused into her body by the demon sword was running rampant. Morgan was struggling to maintain her consciousness, and she couldn't help but admire Morgan le Fay, who had endured all sorts of torment from fairies.
But given that there seemed to be someone more in need of comfort than she was, Morgan forcibly suppressed the cry of pain that was about to escape her lips and whispered:
"I've always wanted a younger brother or sister, so... Artoria, don't I look pretty cool at this moment? A good older sister, right?"
To Altorlis, Morgan's words sounded completely foreign, and even more so, disjointed.
As the face reflected in his icy blue eyes gradually blurred, King Arthur's thousand words stopped at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, and he involuntarily tightened his arms around the other person.
Morgan couldn't help but smile when he noticed the strength with which his younger brother hugged him and the unspoken reluctance in his actions.
The wound left by the demon sword was extremely painful, so painful, so painful... It hurt so much that I wanted to just lose consciousness, but the person holding me seemed to be trembling. What... Why would they choose to act cute at a time like this?
It's so awkward it's speechless, my stupid brother.
However, this feeling isn't bad.
Morgan's thoughts.
Like a carefully planned prank succeeding, or like being held tightly around the waist before leaving on a long trip, a slight itch arises in the heart, followed by a warm feeling.
Morgan couldn't help but raise her hand to the spot on Artorius's cheek that she remembered. From an angle she couldn't see, King Arthur's chiseled, cold face was smeared with crimson blood.
"...With me here, if we were together, it would be a completely different journey. I hope you're as excited as I am."
The dazzling golden photons illuminated Altoris's emerald eyes, and amidst the radiant sea of light surrounding the two, the golden-haired king's complex expression softened with tenderness in his pale eyes.
Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, Morgan heard King Arthur speak softly:
"Yes, Sister Wang. Please let me accompany you on the journey you've been looking forward to."
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