"..."
"Why aren't you surprised at all!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka put her hands on her hips, looking just like a little girlfriend.
"Shouldn't you be asking me how I know at a time like this?!"
"That's because I've confirmed it on my end too—"
Ian answered directly.
"Ritsuka, let's exchange some information."
A few minutes later.
Having learned of each other's current situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression also grew serious.
"So... right now, it's just like before, we're at some kind of temporal fork, right?"
"Yes."
Ian nodded.
"But the problem is, we don't know where the point of divergence is right now. If we don't figure that out, we probably won't be able to retrieve the Grail."
"I see."
Fujimaru Ritsuka pinched her chin and began to think seriously.
"In other words."
"Right now, both you and I have to figure out which part of history isn't developing as it should, right? It's just that you're in charge of Britannia, and I'm in charge of Rome."
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh! I'm fired up!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was suddenly full of energy again.
"If that's the case, I have to be faster than you, no matter what."
"Mash, let's go!"
"Eh, um—"
Mash's image appeared in the projection in the air.
However, the way she looked at Ian was clearly a bit off.
"Secretary."
"Don't worry, Mash—" Ian looked at the young girl meaningfully, "You are different from before. You will absolutely not say you can't do anything anymore."
"You are a wonderful Mash now."
"...Yes!"
The communication soon ended amidst Mash's continuously blushing expression and Fujimaru Ritsuka's confusion.
.
However, Morgan seemed to have sensed something.
"Those two, they have a Master and Servant relationship, right?"
"But... Master, the way that Servant looked at you seemed a bit special."
"Oh, you want to know the reason?" the man asked in return.
"..."
Recalling the "terrifying scene" from yesterday that almost completely devoured Boudica, Morgan subconsciously shook her head.
"No."
"If Master isn't willing to say, you must have your own reasons. I... won't ask further."
"Alright then. When you want to know, just come and ask me—"
The man gave her the highest level of clearance.
"I will let you know what's going on immediately."
"But before that... we have to do something else first."
Ian gazed ahead.
The people of Britannia, after their indulgence, were already getting up one after another, looking somewhat dazed and at a loss about last night's carnival.
"The Queen of Britannia must step forward at the critical moment."
"Morgan, do you want to try something you never had the chance to do before?"
"What?"
The Witch of Britain could feel something tempting her.
And the only thing she could do was step into it, one pace at a time.
"Come on—"
Ian lifted the flap of Boudica's tent.
"Prove to me just how amazing you are."
A few minutes later.
Inside the tent.
Morgan witnessed the devoured Boudica. The young woman was covering her impressive chest, but she didn't seem helpless, merely acting on instinct.
The moment she saw Ian, Boudica's eyes changed.
"You truly are someone sent by the goddess to guide us—"
"I felt power from you, and... something I've never experienced before."
"Please allow me to swear my loyalty to you."
After saying this, Boudica knelt directly before Ian.
For Morgan, this was naturally a scene with maximum impact.
But—
Recalling his fiercely sharp incarnation in the tent last night, Morgan no longer felt this was anything sudden.
"That's right, Boudica."
"Come, raise your head."
"Let my Servant teach you how to motivate those warriors later—Britannia must be unified as soon as possible."
"I understand."
Boudica's gaze turned to Morgan.
Only then did the latter understand what her Master was planning—to have her, a descendant, experience the feeling of "unification" in her ancestor's era? A method only he could have devised.
However—
This was definitely a good opportunity.
"If you want to stir people's hearts, you must naturally seize what they desire."
"We already tried it once yesterday."
A sharp glint flashed in Morgan's eyes.
"So now, we just need to continue stating the pros and cons in this direction."
Boudica was indeed a good leader.
Knowing this would have a positive impact on her tribe, she unhesitatingly offered herself and her unwavering loyalty.
And Morgan experienced a kind of pleasure from it.
The feeling of having everything she said listened to carefully was so wonderful.
So happy.
So excited.
Absolutely—
I must do this!
The sun was bright.
On the high platform of the tribe, Boudica began her "speech."
But to call it a speech was more like a conveyance of Morgan's will; it was just that with her influence, she could achieve a better effect.
Soon—
As Boudica's words about "having another Silver Party after victory" spread throughout the site, a roar like a tsunami erupted.
"To battle! To battle! To battle!"
That's right.
Human desire is so easily mobilized. The people who were originally resistant immediately became Boudica's fanatical followers after last night's carnival.
The goddess of war did not descend, but Slaanesh, as a substitute, entangled everyone like the roots of a tree.
And watching all this, Morgan was completely liberated.
She could even see Boudica, who was waving her sword to inspire the crowd, as a vision of herself.
"How is it?"
"A world without Artoria should be a place where you can fully display your talents, right?"
"..."
Ian's voice pulled Morgan back to reality.
And facing his words, this Princess of Britain was not coy.
"Yes, indeed."
"Look, Master—"
Morgan waved her fingers, pointing in the direction of the roar.
"Isn't this the effect of my words?"
"Without that idiot sister, everything should have been like this, right?"
"..."
Ian laughed.
And seeing him like this, Morgan felt a bit embarrassed.
"Master, you..."
"I'm not laughing at you, but I think you're very interesting like this—" Ian looked directly into the Witch's eyes. "Even if you find just a few things that can prove you are stronger than your sister, you will say it without hesitation like this."
"It's simply too..."
"Too...?"
"Too much like a child."
"..."
Morgan glared at Ian.
"Master, if you talk like that, you might get a Servant who wants to betray you."
"Threatening me is impossible, Morgan."
Ian said nonchalantly.
"Because I will give you more moments to experience opportunities you never had before."
"Being loyal to me or defying me—which is the better choice for you? I shouldn't need to prove that, right?"
"..."
Morgan really wanted to refute Ian's words.
But—
She found there seemed to be no need.
"I didn't expect, Master, that you already understand my weakness so quickly?"
"I don't understand your weakness, Morgan—I just give you what you want. No one can refuse that."
"But..."
Looking at the still fanatical warriors of Britannia, Morgan's tone was no longer so firm.
"Master, you chose a method I like very much."
"In any case, thank you."
"I... will probably never forget this scene."
As soon as Morgan's voice fell, she felt a warmth.
She quickly realized what had happened—Ian had embraced her.
"Master, you are..."
"Don't speak, Morgan."
"Just experience it."
"..."
The Witch said nothing, just let her thoughts wander with Ian's.
Soon, she saw a black scabbard.
"Master, this is..."
"Yes, it's [Avalon]. It's just that it probably won't be the same as the [Avalon] in your impression."
"Indeed it is, but even so—"
Morgan vaguely guessed something.
"Master, are you planning to have me do something to it?"
"You really are smart, Morgan."
"Can this kind of thing be done?"
"If it's just a part of it, I might have a way." Morgan looked directly at the black scabbard before her. She could feel an aura emanating from it that she had never seen before.
"But, if you want to replicate it completely, that should be impossible."
"Master, arming soldiers with [Avalon] is a bit too terrifying."
"You really can guess what I'm going to do..." Ian laughed with great interest. "Then if that's the case, what about this—"
As the man finished speaking, the [Sword of Slaanesh] appeared before Morgan.
"If it's this weapon, it can be done, right?"
"..."
Morgan did not answer immediately, but silently examined the [Sword of Slaanesh].
"Master, it can indeed be done, but in terms of magical energy—"
"I will supply it."
Before Morgan could say the next sentence, she felt a warmth on her lips.
Wait...
Did Ian just forcibly kiss me?!
"Let's begin, Morgan—"
"This way, there's no need to worry about the magical energy problem, right?"
At this moment, not only was Morgan's waist held by the man, but her lips were also forcibly kissed.
Logically, she should be quite disgusted by this passive state.
In this regard, she was exactly like her magical creation of a daughter, Mordred.
But—
This time was different.
Not only was there the psychological gratitude for the "performance" just now, but there was also a physiological reaction to this kind of kiss.
Recalling the impact Boudica had received, Morgan found she had no desire to resist at all.
A huge blue circle of light began to expand from the spot where the two stood, quickly spreading to the entire tribe.
Countless black vapors began to evaporate from the ground like steam into the sky, forming a massive dark cloud.
Only—
Facing this apocalyptic scene, not a single person wanted to flee.
On the contrary, a breath of desire was revealed in everyone's eyes.
What could that be?
It would be everything they desired! Thus, Boudica raised her sword.
"Pray to the god [Slaanesh]!"
"May it bestow upon us an invincible weapon!"
"Pray to the god [Slaanesh]—"
"May it bestow upon us an invincible weapon—"
The repeated prayer, like an echo, shot straight into the sky, as if wanting to merge completely into that dark cloud.
Even if Britannia's Goddess of Victory Andraste were to descend now, she probably couldn't reverse the already completely changed direction of faith.
However—
Rather than rejecting this war-drum-like impact, Andraste seemed to have quietly integrated into it invisibly.
Gradually, countless angular things formed in the dark cloud.
And then, it began to rain.
But—
That was not rain, but weapons, one by one.
They fell precisely in front of every warrior, plunging into the ground.
Ian released Morgan's lips.
He stopped Boudica, who wanted to continue her actions.
"Come—"
"Morgan."
"Since I've borrowed your body, I absolutely won't let you be at a disadvantage."
"Come and enjoy the treatment of a queen at this moment!"
"..."
Morgan's eyes were blurred. She wanted to tell him—that she actually didn't mind doing this at all.
But compared to that...
The joy so close at hand, the honor she should have enjoyed but never received, had now appeared here in physical form.
There was no reason to refuse.
Morgan raised her magic staff.
Although at this moment, she didn't actually have a corresponding identity, [Desire] would complete everything for her.
Especially that [Sword of Slaanesh] projected by Morgan.
"O warriors of Britain, draw your swords!"
In an instant, the shouts were like a tsunami—
Countless warriors pulled out the weapons before them and raised their arms to cheer.
And in the place where only he and she were, Morgan clamped her legs together, her whole body trembling nonstop.
So happy...
So joyful...
I've completely lost control...
The Queen of Britain, at this moment, in the arms of her Master, experienced a forbidden pleasure.
Her broken life seemed to be patched up in a corner at this moment.
But—
What Morgan didn't know was,
at this moment, the man behind her had long been greedily absorbing everything around, including but not limited to Morgan's indulgence.
Consciousness became chaotic in his mind.
The [Sword of Slaanesh]...
is about to take on a new form—
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