[Emiya Messenger] Heroic Spirit Summoning
Morgan stayed there and nothing more was said that night.
The next day, Morgan was awakened from his sleep by the fact that the barrier set up at the entrance of the mansion had been invaded, but the intruder made no attempt to hide himself, nor did he trigger any magic that would reflect malice.
As Morgan finished dressing and approached the visitor, a slender figure in purple came into view.
"Good morning, Miss Morgan." Matou Sakura, standing in the kitchen, greeted her naturally.
No wonder he didn't see Artoria on the way here, but Morgan was slightly surprised that their relationship was this good.
"Good morning, Sakura." Based on the social etiquette of fitting in (?), Morgan chose to use the name that everyone calls Matou Sakura.
After the greetings ended, an unspoken silence spread.
It was a bit of a stretch for Morgan to find a topic of conversation after just meeting the other party, especially since she was already racking her brains trying to figure out how to communicate with Artoria and didn't have much energy to spare for anyone else.
On the other hand, given the composure of those in positions of power (royalty), Morgan would not feel embarrassed by the end of the conversation.
For a moment, the only things in the air were the white steam rising from the frying pan and the faint aroma of the ingredients.
Until Matou Sakura spoke up first:
"Does Miss Morgan have an appointment today?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"If I've misunderstood, I'm truly sorry. It's just that Ms. Morgan's attire seemed quite formal, so..."
"No need to apologize for that, Sakura. I'm dressed like this simply because this is the only modern outfit I have right now." Morgan replied as he sat down, watching Matou Sakura turn away and busy herself.
The purpose is to match Artoria's suit.
But Artoria wore a white top and blue bottom yesterday, so perhaps she should consider changing her outfit, Morgan thought to himself.
"I see. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Of course not, and thank you for your concern."
Their conversation ended with the approaching footsteps of Emiya Shirou. Morgan keenly noticed that when the red-haired boy appeared, the light shining in Matou Sakura's eyes was comparable to the sunlight outside the window.
--That's really easy to understand.
After enjoying a hearty Japanese breakfast, Shirou Emiya and Sakura Matou, both students, set off for school.
"I'm leaving the household to you, Saber."
"No problem, Shirou."
Morgan, who was hiding behind the corner of the wall, squinted at the entrance. She sensed a rather subtle atmosphere between Shirou Emiya and Artoria. Morgan hoped it was just her imagination, but if not, then Shirou Emiya was in for a lot of trouble.
Don't ask why Morgan didn't just tell Artoria about his predicament and ask her to help him cross the world barrier to save another Britain. Most people would think that's a fantasy, and how could King Arthur believe her?
Fortunately, there are no signs of the Servants in this world fighting each other. Without considering the Holy Grail War, this peace provides Morgan with an opportunity to make his mark.
Seeing Artoria head towards her house, Morgan quickened his pace to catch up with her and tentatively asked, "What do you usually do, Artoria?"
"Exercise, do housework, or go for a walk."
The detailed request in the middle!
Morgan pressed on with curiosity, "So you can do housework too? What exactly is it?"
"It's mainly about cleaning and tidying up, but Shirou and Sakura taught me that too." Artoria led the Island Witch on a tour of the mansion, the two of them asking and answering questions as if in a chain.
"So, how about a walk? What are some sights worth seeing in this city?"
"I usually wander around the town. If you're looking for scenery, the riverside park near Fuyuki Bridge is pretty nice, and um—you can't miss the food in the shopping street either."
"It sounds like the area they're active in is quite large. Will they encounter other Servants?"
"Lancer and Rider have many part-time jobs, so they appear in various places, but they always focus on the work at hand, so there is no need to worry about conflicts."
Through a series of questions and answers, Morgan could feel that Artoria lived a leisurely yet earnest life here. He couldn't help but ask, "Rider is the Servant we had dinner with yesterday, right? You seem to get along very well with them?"
Artoria, who had just arrived at the dojo with her bamboo sword, suddenly stopped and turned to ask, "Morgan, is this how you understand me?"
"Did I think conversation was the most direct and convenient way, or did it make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all." Artoria shook her head, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I just find this experience very novel."
The same was true for Morgan.
Perhaps it is the gentleness of the world that makes people gentle as well. Even though Morgan prided himself on being able to move others with his sincerity, Artoria's gentle attitude still surprised Morgan.
Morgan even harbored the thought that Artoria had never disliked him. Morgan knew that this could never be true, after all, the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table, the loss of the relics, and even the fall of Britain all had the shadow of Morgan le Fay's involvement. Her relationship with King Arthur could not be described as a blood feud.
However, Morgan (Vivian) is also the fairy who entrusted the Holy Sword to King Arthur and even escorted him to Avalon.
Her existence is inherently contradictory and complex, making it difficult to determine whether she is good or evil.
Artoria probably understood this to some extent, which is why she didn't treat Morgan as if he were an "invader from across the ocean"... The violent roar that abruptly cut off Morgan's thoughts resounded in her brain, and the throbbing pain blurred her consciousness.
A man's unrestrained laughter echoed deep within his mind, and a figure standing on the battlefield surfaced from distant memories, facing a silver-clad king with a sword drawn against him.
—The arrogant Crimson Sword Emperor…?
As if eliminating errors that shouldn't have occurred, a cacophony of noise once again overwhelmed the images in Morgan's mind.
When Morgan came to his senses, he saw the silhouette of the Knight King repeating the sword-swinging motion hundreds of times.
The bright sunlight streaming in from the window spread across the wooden planks of the dojo, bathing the dignified girl in a soft glow. It illuminated her beautiful profile and emerald green eyes, which were adorned with shimmering, resolute light. Her holy and beautiful appearance was captivating.
It was like waking up from a dream, yet what I saw and heard was still not detached from the illusion of the dream.
Morgan stared blankly at Artoria, who had put down her bamboo sword and was sitting in meditation. Suddenly, a thought came to mind.
"...Artoria, studying alone is only enough for reviewing; it won't achieve your training goals. You should need a sparring partner, right?"
"What do you want to do?" Artoria slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at Morgan.
"I have mastered the method of summoning heroic spirits and can summon your knights."
Although she wasn't a formal participant, for her, who had been observing the Holy Grail War for several days, recreating the summoning of Heroic Spirits was a piece of cake.
If we choose to summon later, we will inevitably be suspected. It's better to strike while the atmosphere is good and gain some goodwill!
Morgan had a vague feeling that as long as no conflict was caused, the world's [unclear] would agree to anything.
Upon hearing this, the Knight King spoke righteously and sternly: "To summon the Knights of the Round Table for something like this..."
Morgan interrupted his sister, his tone suggestive: "Based on their friendship and loyalty in life, I think they would be very happy to see their lord. Doesn't Artoria want to see her former companions?"
"That's not what I meant, it's just that..."
"Having an extra person won't hurt, right? I'll supply the magic power. Whether it's for sparring, shopping, or experiencing what's called a part-time job, you can even bring back ingredients occasionally. Emiya Shirou is a great cook, you know what I mean."
"Now that you mention it...it's true..." Artoria recalled the Southeast Asian curry rice from yesterday, which was said to have been mostly given to her by the boss of Rider's workplace.
While Artoria was still hesitating, Morgan had already set up the summoning circle.
Limited by the concentration of magic in modern times, magicians must carefully calculate the time and place for performing rituals, but the island witch does not have to consider those conditions.
She is Morgan le Fay, a magical princess who, with her mystique, is considered the embodiment of the British Isles and reigns supreme over the Fairy Kingdom with absolute force.
The only thing that made her hesitate was the choice of who to summon.
If Artoria is considered a catalyst (?), in principle, she can choose any of the Knights of the Round Table.
Given that her persona was that of King Arthur's sister, an elegant and romantic noblewoman with no connection to despicable schemes, Morgan excluded "her" children to avoid making the situation worse and more incomprehensible.
The summoning list was immediately reduced by half (Morgan: ...).
Of the remaining knights, there seems to be only one whose martial skills are sufficient to spar with King Arthur.
Strictly speaking, there was a connection between the other party and Morgan—even if it was only a brief encounter.
It seemed like an inevitable fate.
Although the opponent was at the Berserker class limit at that time, Morgan planned to summon him as a Swordsman.
Summoning Heroic Spirits with limited characters and classes sounds like a fool's daydream, but if the summoner is Morgan, there's nothing he can't do.
Thus, before Artoria could react, the ritual, based on mysterious and sophisticated technology, traversing infinite time and space until it reached the "seat," was abruptly initiated without the sorcerer omitting the incantation.
The warm colors that filled the dojo were instantly dispelled by the bright white light!
A sudden gust of wind howled from nowhere, accompanied by a sharp roar that echoed from the distant horizon.
Artoria instinctively raised her arm to block half of her view, her gaze fixed on the figure performing the ritual.
The island witch's long, silvery-white hair billowed in the wind, outlining sharp arcs along the edges of her flowing black robes, while her cold, blue eyes gleamed with a shimmering light.
Using immense magical power as a conduit, and surrounded by a light called Miracle, heroes of the past are summoned here.
The knight, emerging from the dazzling light, was clad in pure white armor. His dark blue cloak accentuated his tall and slender figure, and his handsome face was adorned with a pair of amethyst-like eyes, the resolute spirit within them shimmering like the light of a tranquil lake.
"—Servant, Saber Lancelot, reporting for duty. Though my time is short, my sword is dedicated to you, Master."
Lancelot, a Knight of the Round Table, swore this oath while holding a longsword. The blade, encased in golden light and inscribed with elven script, is the noble holy sword of the same origin as King Arthur's sword—Aroundight.
"Hmm... there's no need to offer it to me; your sword belongs to King Arthur."
"Prince Morgan? And our King!?"
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