[Emiya Messenger] City Tour
The Island Witch's city tour begins, led by King Arthur.
"There are two servants at Ryudou Temple on Mount Enzo: Caster and Assassin. Caster occasionally comes to Emiya’s residence to ask for cooking advice, while Assassin rarely leaves the temple."
"I see, so there's a subordinate relationship between them. Assassin was summoned by Caster, right?"
"...Sister Wang is truly quick-witted." Artoria couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, then added, "However, the Assassin's job is only to guard the door; Caster hasn't issued any orders to launch an attack."
Seeing Morgan look up at the distant mountain, Artoria continued, "The Berserkers waiting in Einzbern Castle are the same, except that the Berserkers are more proactive in protecting their Master—Illyasviel von Einzbern."
Upon hearing the familiar name, Morgan pressed on without batting an eye, "And what about Archer and Lancer?"
At the same time, the two started walking again.
"Archer and his Master stay in Tohsaka Prefecture, while Lancer often appears in the shopping district."
Upon hearing this, Morgan blinked her blue eyes slowly.
Another familiar surname, no wonder it's one of the top three families.
but……
"A shopping street? That's not a conventional choice for a base. Is it based on the idea of 'hidden gems in plain sight'?"
"No, it's just that Lancer has many part-time jobs."
Morgan paused for a moment, then said, "...Working?"
"Is that strange? Rider also works part-time," Artoria said casually.
"..."
Indeed, the atmosphere of this world is exceptionally approachable, but the fact that the Servants are too down-to-earth makes Morgan feel uneasy.
In that case, could we ask Lancelot to work? That way, she wouldn't have a third wheel when she and Artoria are alone together.
However, considering King Arthur's opinion on this, Morgan temporarily shelved the idea.
The afternoon heat slightly affected the crowds on the shopping street, with people seeking refuge in air-conditioned shops to cool off, while small farmers selling vegetables and fruits sat in the shade to escape the heat.
Only the seafood shops, with their constantly running pumps, exude a slight chill due to the fish tanks and crushed ice they display.
"Wow, it's rare to see Saber strolling around the streets."
As they passed a seafood shop, a shop assistant holding a flag called out to Artoria.
He was a large, imposing man with long blue hair tied in a bun that hung down his back. His handsome, deep-set face was framed by a pair of blood-red eyes.
"Lancer".
"Are Saber and this beautiful lady together? Could you introduce them?"
"Lancer, this is my sister, Morgan. And Queen, he is the Son of Light of Ireland, Cufflin."
Upon hearing this, Morgan fell into thought.
—In the distant past, so long ago that almost no one remembers it, a people who landed on this island from the other side of the sea were called the Celts.
They were a group of people more primitive than feudalism and more barbaric than knights.
Although the relationship between ruler and subject exists, and they adhere to principles of righteousness and morality, they are essentially power-hungry and respect the strong.
Even without weapons in hand, his well-built, muscular body alone exudes a uniquely masculine, aggressive tension.
Seemingly noticing Morgan's scrutiny, Ireland's Child of Light grinned, a glint of light flashing in his narrowed red eyes.
"Let's have a meal together sometime, sister."
—Like a fierce dog eyeing its prey.
Before the spirit-formed Lancelot could restrain himself, Artoria spoke first: "Lancer, only I can call the Queen Sister 'sister'."
"Don't be so serious, Saber. A beautiful lady is sought after by gentlemen, and besides, I just want to be friends. You're being too protective."
Lancer—Kufflin joked, implying that it would be a shame not to flirt with such a beautiful woman. However, he did adjust his form of address for Morgan and was very polite, saying, "If Miss Morgan is displeased, please accept this fish as an apology."
Seeing this, Artoria stared at Cufflin warily and said in a low voice, "You're not here to freeload, are you?"
Kufflin offered no explanation, scratching the back of his head as he said, "Hey, Emiya's cooking is unforgettable."
Morgan, who had been silent for a long time, stared at the delicate hand that held his, and the profile of its owner—Artoria.
The moment Morgan was unexpectedly pulled along by Artoria, his heart skipped a beat, and he let his younger sister lead the conversation with Lancer. Then, the silver-haired, blue-eyed island witch raised the corners of her lips, and her rose-pink fingertips slowly returned to their place.
Whether it was because her attention was entirely focused on Cufflin or for some other reason, Artoria did not break free from her grasp.
"Wow, you two sisters have such a good relationship." Kufflin grinned.
Artoria was taken aback by what she heard.
Morgan nodded in response: "Yes, Saber and I have a very good relationship."
That unwavering and resolute tone made it sound as if it were stating something perfectly natural.
—
It was already evening when they returned to the Emiya residence.
Morgan reluctantly let go of King Arthur's hand.
While Artoria put the fish Lancer had given her into the refrigerator, she helped Lancelot retrieve the clothes from the clothesline.
"Lord Lancelot, if you don't change out of that armor, it will tear the children's clothes."
"!"
The Lake Knight abruptly withdrew his hand from the clothesline. "I'm so sorry, I completely overlooked that!"
"It just occurred to me, so there's no need to be so nervous."
Morgan couldn't help but chuckle at Lancelot's upright posture, his beautiful smile, as lovely as a delicate flower, reflected in Lancelot's eyes.
"You only have the kimono that Shirou provided for now. I will prepare a few more outfits for you in the future."
The purple-haired Knight of the Round Table bowed to the British princess, saying, "I am deeply humbled."
Although Lancelot had heard all sorts of rumors about Morgan, given Morgan's royal status and the fact that the two were not close, he was flattered.
"You're too polite. I am your master, and I cannot be stingy with my benefits. This is also a matter of my magnanimity."
This time, Lancelot bowed respectfully to Morgan, "Then I thank Your Highness in advance."
Besides being cunning and ruthless, the British witch was also rumored to be promiscuous and unrestrained. However, the woman before him was completely different from those rumors, which changed Lancelot's previous impression of Morgan.
—His Highness Morgan is not only gentle and considerate, but he also kindly enlightened me. I will swear to fight to the death for my king and His Highness Morgan!
Just as the upright Knight of the Lake was secretly making his vow, Artoria's clear, melodious voice rang out: "What are you talking about?"
"The matter of purchasing clothes for Lord Lancelot."
From an angle unnoticed by Morgan, the King of Knights subtly glanced at his knights.
"Hmm—I'll need Rin's help with shopping and exchanging gems. I've already asked Shirou to convey my message, and she should be coming back with him."
"Rin... is she a child of the Tohsaka family?"
Morgan had seen that girl in Matou Sakura's memories from the previous world; she was Matou Sakura's proud and admired older sister.
Artoria said with slight surprise, "Yes, so you know Rin, Sister Wang?"
"It was just a matter of chance," Morgan said, unwilling to elaborate.
There is no Holy Grail War in this world; there is no need to let those bloody battles taint this peace.
Seeing this, Artoria stared intently at Morgan for a moment, and finally said, "...Put the clothes away before Shirou and the others return."
King Arthur was not foolish.
As long as she can ensure a peaceful future, she will not press the other party about their unwillingness to speak further.
Morgan, who had been spared, quickly followed in Artoria's footsteps.
The orange-red sunlight of dusk poured down from the open shoji doors, spreading its radiance across the ground.
Clothes, emitting a faint detergent scent, were piled on the tatami mat, while Morgan and Lancelot watched intently as Artoria followed the steps in her hands.
—After all, it's rare to see King Arthur folding his own clothes.
"...That's it! Did you all learn it?"
"Yes!" With Artoria's teaching steps imprinted in his mind, Lancelot eagerly picked up a shirt and began to fold it.
Morgan didn't answer, but silently smoothed out a piece of innerwear. When she folded the fabric of the sleeve according to her memory, she finally got a crooked and twisted object.
"Artoria, I still can't do it... Could you demonstrate it for me again?" Morgan held the unidentified object in front of Artoria and asked cautiously, "...You won't think I'm terrible because of this, will you?"
Artoria was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly as if she had thought of something, her slightly upturned lips seeming to carry a hint of doting.
"I wasn't very good at first either." Artoria leaned over and spread out the clothes that Morgan had ravaged, carefully and slowly demonstrating the folding steps. "Watch closely, this is how it should be done..."
However, just as Artoria smoothed out the sleeves of her top, a seductive woman's fragrance suddenly approached her shoulder, and a soft, warm, and boneless body snuggled into Artoria's embrace.
In an instant, the beautiful scenes from last night flooded Artoria's mind, and the rousing rhythm filled her heart once again.
This wasn't the first time Artoria had been so intimate with a woman, but none of them had been Morgan le Fay.
Morgan's kindness and friendliness left Artoria feeling uneasy, not to mention the subtle, ambiguous feelings between them.
The silver-haired, blue-eyed woman seemed completely unaware, her beautiful face almost touching Artoria's cheek, and she even wrapped her arms around Artoria's arm, leaning her whole body against her shoulder.
"It's difficult for me to move my hands when we're so close, Sister Wang."
Artoria's implication: Please maintain social distancing.
"But that way we can see it more clearly."
Morgan: I don't care, I'm going to stick it on!
Upon hearing Morgan's reply (defense), Artoria could only silently calm the chaotic emotions within her, letting the other man surround her.
Lancelot, standing to the side, was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.
The Knight of the Lake didn't mind being ignored at all, but the sisterly affection playing out before him made him feel superfluous, especially since the atmosphere between the two exuded an atmosphere that didn't allow outsiders to intrude.
The moment Morgan leaned towards Artoria, Lancelot wished he could just disappear on the spot!
—Or rather, is it too late for him to become a spirit now?
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