Chapter 160 Mor-chan goes to the amusement park
The soldiers were checking their equipment on the battlefield, preparing to leave. With the disappearance of the dragon Vortigern, the dark clouds that had covered the area had cleared, revealing the bright moonlight, illuminating the land.
"Ah-choo!" Shirou suddenly felt a chill run through his body, shivering.
"What's wrong, Shirou? If you've caught a cold, you should be careful," Artoria asked from her seat on the motorcycle.
"You're so weak. Shirou, don't catch a cold. If you want, I can lend you my jacket," Mor-chan also looked back at him.
"No, it was probably just an itch in my nose," Shirou shook his head.
"Sir Shirou, you really should take care of your health. Catching a cold could be serious," Lamorak said as he approached.
"That's exaggerating. It's just a cold," Shirou waved his hand.
"No, a cold can be deadly. Even the most perfect knight can expose a fatal flaw if ill, leaving themselves vulnerable," Lamorak said seriously.
"Lamorak, are you leaving too?" Shirou asked the tall Round Table knight.
"Yes. Thank you for your hospitality before, and…" Lamorak stood straight, looked at Artoria, and placed one hand on his chest in a knightly salute. "Your Majesty! Thank you for forgiving my sins. I sincerely hope you have a happy life ahead!"
Artoria placed her hands over her sword and said, "Hmph, Lamorak, I've already said that everything I did was to fulfill my choices. Perhaps the other 'Holy Knight King' I have might cling more to morality, but in the end, we are the same person. For the sake of the country's stability, it's necessary to ruthlessly sacrifice the rights of a few. At that time, if killing any Round Table knight could bring Britain happiness, I would not hesitate. So… Lamorak, you owe me nothing. Britain is already destroyed. Live your life according to your own wishes!"
"Hmph, King Arthur, you really dare to say that… after using our strength just now, you want to send us off?" A middle-aged knight with a silver lance rode up on horseback.
"Sir Pellinore, are you unwilling to bow and still want to follow me?" Artoria asked.
Pellinore chuckled arrogantly. "Hmph, never mind. You're somewhat human now, not so annoying. I've already claimed the honor I deserved. Why spend these last crucial hours with King Arthur? Lamorak, I'll go ahead. Catch up later!"
"Understood, Father," Lamorak replied respectfully.
"Tch, no one asked you to stay. Go on, hurry!" Mor-chan waved dismissively.
"Hmph! A child is still a child. I am a ruler here, protecting Britain's natives. If I'm leaving, I should at least say a few words to them," Pellinore said as he mounted his horse, preparing to return to his camp.
"Ah, King Pellinore, are you leaving already?" A black-haired woman appeared in a hologram, showing a reluctant expression.
Seeing the delicate woman with long black hair and a charming noblewoman's face, Pellinore's previous arrogance disappeared. "Ah, isn't this the beautiful lady from Chaldea? I would be delighted to chat with you."
"You're very considerate. If you come to Chaldea, we could spend every day together," Da Vinci said with a wink.
"Is that so… I suppose that's possible," Pellinore said, momentarily dazzled by her smile.
At that moment, a girl with orange-red hair pushed open the door, shouting, "Da Vinci, Da Vinci! Where are you hiding again~!"
Da Vinci frowned. "Gudako, what are you saying? I'm not hiding; I'm having an important discussion! Stop interfering!"
But it was already too late… Leonardo da Vinci's name had long been recorded in textbooks across many countries, becoming common knowledge even to the minds of servants.
"Da… Da Vinci?! That old man who painted himself, with a beard tangled in his hair, bald forehead?" Pellinore's jaw dropped in astonishment.
Even with another Leonardo's acting, Da Vinci knew he couldn't fool him, so he awkwardly smiled. "Haha, even a thousand years apart, knowledge about me persists. Being famous really is a headache."
"Stop it! You emotion-manipulating trickster! Heartless Italian pasta eater!" Pellinore rode his white horse and fled.
"Eh? Don't go! Even if we have different preferences, we could still be friends~!" Da Vinci raised his hand to try to stop him.
"I'll never see you again!!" Pellinore turned into luminous light and disappeared.
Da Vinci cried out, devastated, "Ahhh! He voluntarily dissolved his spirit, returning to the Throne of Heroes!"
"Da Vinci, you sinful man. But he really couldn't appreciate you. Italian pasta is delicious, after all," Gudako said, patting the woman on the shoulder.
"Now then, Your Majesty, I, Lamorak, will also take my leave. I must handle the duties left by my father. Farewell, Mordred, Shirou," Lamorak said, mounting his horse and heading to his camp.
"Oh! If you want revenge, come find me anytime!" Mor-chan waved.
"Goodbye, Lamorak," Shirou waved back at the honest, strong knight.
"King Arthur, we shall leave! The barbarian warriors must return to celebrate!" The barbarian king and his two sons departed the battlefield.
Shirou looked at the sky where the morning star was rising. Outside, it was probably still midday.
"Well, let's go too, Artoria, Mor-chan."
"Yes," Artoria nodded.
"Eh? Shirou, Father, where are we going?" Mor-chan asked curiously.
"Da Vinci, how long can Mor-chan maintain her current state outside?" Shirou asked Chaldea.
"Yes, according to calculations, being summoned on the outskirts of this world has little effect. She can maintain it for about six more hours before fully separating from this world," Da Vinci replied.
"Got it! Thanks. Then let's go to the amusement park. Is that okay, Artoria?" Shirou asked.
Artoria nodded. "Yes. If Shirou has a destination, then let's go. For me, I'd just choose a burger or fried chicken place anyway."
"Eh? Really? An amusement park!" Mor-chan exclaimed, surprised and happy.
"Get on! Mordred, or we'll leave you here! Shirou and I can go alone," Artoria started the motorcycle.
"I want to go! Father, don't leave me! I'm going!" Mor-chan jumped on immediately.
The three rode the motorcycle up the hill, crossing through the interdimensional space to the outside world again. They activated navigation and headed straight for a nearby amusement park. It wasn't as grand as Disney, but it was enough.
Since it was a holiday, there were already many visitors, though the city itself wasn't crowded, so lines weren't too uncomfortable. Shirou bought the tickets, and the three ran inside.
Their first choice was naturally the roller coaster.
"As a queen, I must sit in the front!" Artoria walked to the front. Perhaps because she was a ruler, people naturally gave up their spots for her.
"I'll sit next to Father!" Mor-chan followed.
Shirou had to sit in the second row.
As the safety restraints clicked into place, the roller coaster slowly moved forward, stopped at the highest point, then plunged down under gravity.
"Yaho!" "Waaahhh!!!"
Screams erupted as the coaster plummeted. Centrifugal force pressed them down, giving the sensation of almost being flung out.
Finally, the coaster navigated all its thrilling tracks and returned to the station.
"That was so thrilling!" Mor-chan clenched her fists, excited.
"Yeah, not quite like my motorcycle, but descending from the sky was exhilarating," Artoria agreed.
"I want to ride again!" Mor-chan raised her hand.
"Okay, let's sit at the back this time," Artoria, clearly enjoying herself, agreed.
"Let's go, Shirou!" Mor-chan grabbed his right hand.
"Eh? You two go ahead," Shirou refused; his heart-racing type activities weren't really his thing.
"Nonsense! Shirou, just stay by my side," Artoria said, taking his left hand and leading him forward.
'Weren't we supposed to bring Mor-chan here to play? Why are you enjoying it more than her?' Shirou thought, dumbfounded.
Thus, Shirou was dragged by the two girls, riding the roller coaster five times. Only when they saw the nearly 100-meter-high drop tower did their eyes light up again.
They played until the afternoon, exploring one side to the other. They arrived near the Ferris wheel. When it was their turn, Shirou and Mor-chan were nudged into a cabin by Artoria, who stood at the door.
"Wait? Father, aren't you coming up?" Mor-chan asked.
"I'm hungry. Go enjoy the ride. Shirou, accompany Mordred while I get something to eat," Artoria said, pointing back.
"Got it," Shirou replied.
'Shirou is mine while on the ground, so the time in the air can go to the little one,' Artoria thought, watching them.
"Sir? You're not riding?" The attendant, intimidated by her presence, asked softly.
"No need!" Artoria turned and walked toward the burger shop.
"Sir, closing the cabin doors. Next passengers."
"Even though she already ate twice this morning, Artoria's appetite is frightening," Shirou muttered, watching her leave.
"Shirou, you fool! Father's appetite is unmatched among the Round Table knights! And her strength is just as formidable," Mor-chan said proudly.
"Yes, you're quite capable too, Mor-chan," Shirou replied with a smile.
"Mm-hmm," Mor-chan nodded, satisfied.
The Ferris wheel slowly turned, swaying slightly as it ascended. Dusk was approaching; clouds were dyed orange, crimson, gold, and a mix of purple-red and orange-red, like blush.
"The roller coaster and Ferris wheel don't rely on dragons or Pegasus, but tools to rise into the sky. Humans are truly remarkable," Mor-chan said, kneeling on her seat in admiration.
"Now there's still some time before the park closes. We can still enjoy ourselves," Shirou said, smiling, knowing they came primarily to make Mor-chan happy.
Feeling her time was limited, Mor-chan said, "I'll probably leave after this turn."
"In that case, let's find a bigger amusement park next time," Shirou said.
"Mm!" Mor-chan nodded brightly.
The Ferris wheel reached its highest point, golden sunlight casting their slowly rotating shadows across the land.
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