The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Camelot, inside the main hall.

Morgan sat on the throne, holding her head with one hand, listening to Saber's report and observing Tristan's facial expression.

Tristan closed his eyes, and Morgan couldn't see any expression on that dead face.

Neither joy nor irritation could be called it, but Morgan's mood was as hazy as the veil that covered her face.

A full five servants were mobilized, and the attack that was thought to be a sure win ended in failure because of the betrayal of just one Assassin. No one was left, whether it was the holy sword or the scabbard.

Even Morgan had reason to suspect that Guinevere's death was also related to Avril.

"My Noble Phantasm tells me that the opponent you assigned to me is definitely dead."

Morgan nodded. Kai's death was within her expectation. It would be better to say that if Kai could escape safely with one against two, then Morgan would have to doubt his vision of summoning the servants.

"Archer, what about you? Didn't you catch up?"

After asking Tristan to come back for help, she asked Archer to catch up and check before Menechelle was far away.But according to the current situation, Archer seems to have failed again.

Tristan still maintained that expression:

"Lord Menechel seems to have been taken away by someone. That person has the aura of a servant. I didn't dare to step forward rashly. I am really sad for my cowardice."

Tristan subconsciously wanted to play with the strings, but Morgan stopped him with a cold snort.

"There are still followers?"

she asked, as if she couldn't believe Tristan's words.

"Sadly, I'm not sure."

Morgan: "..."

In other words, after spending so much energy, the only result was to keep Saber Kai.The cost was the loss of two mounted servants on his side.

Thinking of this, Morgan's eyebrows under the veil tightened even more. She had never figured out why Avril would rebel.

'Obviously, her hatred for King Arthur and the First Knight should be more unforgettable than her conflict with herself. '

I can't understand, I can't understand the look in April's eyes at the last moment, like a winner looking down at the loser.

It's just a servant for two riders to support.

However, in fact, only Morgan knew that the impact of Assassin and Caster's exit was far greater than it seemed intuitively.

Just like now, Morgan is in a state of extreme insecurity.

Unlike Lancelot, who only has beastly instincts left, Tristan, who was also a Knight of the Round Table, maintains considerable rationality. Although the spirit base was imprinted with her when he was summoned, it allows Tristan to follow him. , after having a criminal record with April, Morgan believed that she was not that arrogant yet.

Saber, due to his relationship with Gawain, cannot quite believe it. Like Tristan, both are at the point where they can be used but cannot be trusted.

As for Lancelot, this mad dog lost even his remaining instincts after sensing Guinevere's death.

Rider Vortigern was dragged into a dream by Merlin's old guy. Naturally, Morgan thought of Lancer, and she felt stomachache again.

So among the five cavalry servants, you can't even find anyone you can trust?
He curled his lips, very unhappy.

Why was her stupid sister just sitting there while knights from all directions offered their loyalty to her.

As for her, without Guinevere's instigation, Morgan could already faintly sense the commotion among Camelot's guards.

"If the status quo cannot be maintained, retreating to Torun Square City is also a reasonable strategy."

Tristan suggested.

Morgan tightened his grip on his cane to show his refusal.

Tristan was not surprised. He had guessed that Morgan was reluctant to give up the Holy Capital, which symbolized royal power, and that was why he proposed the fruitful proposal.

Morgan wanted to say something else, but before the words came out, the originally peaceful magic around her suddenly became chaotic.

"Well."

Unable to hold back a soft moan, Morgan regained consciousness in time, adjusted his breathing and regained control of his magic power.

"You guys leave first."

Saber, who was sizing up Morgan, felt her heart heat up. The black and purple magic force forcibly reversed his will, and his body had to obey Morgan's orders.Walking out of the hall, he saw Tristan who was in a similar situation to him.

"The woman seems to have been seriously injured." He took the initiative to chat: "Is Assassin here so powerful?"

"That's Lord Menechel's sister. She has been with Lord Menechel since she was a child, and she has always been influenced by her."

"Oh." Saber didn't care.He had met the first knight who was often mentioned by his brother-in-law (Gawain).

How should I put it, his martial arts skills are not as good as Gawain's, and his physical fitness is not as good as King Arthur's.Generally speaking, it seems that the reputation is greater than the strength.

He wasn't interested in that man.

"Since you dislike Morgan so much, you can take a step slower by chance." Saber suggested this. It was just a casual mention, but at this time Tristan actually stopped.

He turned his head in confusion, wondering if Archer was going to file a complaint?

Tristan actually opened his eyes at this time, and he said with an extremely solemn expression: "Well, although I don't like His Majesty Morgan, I believe...the king's judgment."

And a master?

Saber was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt it was reasonable.Since being summoned, he has been summoned by Morgan to quell the turmoil in the north, and he has not seen many of his own followers.

but……

Saber confirmed that the Archer in front of her was a boring man.

He had no intention of talking.

……

In front of the throne, shortly after the two mounted servants withdrew, Morgan's body, which had been sitting upright, suddenly convulsed, and the holy golden light shone at the location of her heart.

She set up a soundproof barrier to prevent her moans of pain from being heard by outsiders.

Pale golden lines converged from under the hall toward Morgan's feet, and a cold aura filled the area near the throne.

The golden lines intertwined with each other, forming a complicated pattern like bunches of intertwined chains, as if Morgan, who was standing in front of the throne, was imprisoned here.

The golden light on Morgan's chest became more and more dazzling. The long pale golden lines sank into Morgan's body, dragging the Holy Grail out of it.

The ley lines of Camelot that imprisoned all of Britain, and the Holy Grail.

The gold was mixed with light red, as if it was on the verge of exploding.

"Gum."

"Who is summoning the servants!"

A suppressed sound of pain came out of the bottom of his throat.

The movements of his hands continued, and Morgan did not dare to delay, sending back the two yet-to-be-formed servant spirit bases.

Finally, the light red color faded, and the Holy Grail once again returned to its normal light golden color.

Morgan's hair was already wet with sweat, and each strand was wet and stuck to his forehead.

Nausea and dizziness came up at the same time, so that Morgan, who was almost exhausted, had to sit down on the throne.

【Wish for the Holy Grail】

[Then, all the spiritual veins of Britain will be gathered into the Holy Grail]

[As long as I am in Camelot, I will not allow new servants to come]

At that time, it was clear that he could directly make a wish to abolish all the spiritual veins except Camelot, but he gave in and hesitated because of the magician's thinking and the excitement of having just obtained the Holy Grail.

Holding her forehead, suddenly, a female voice sounded in her head.

Morgan blinked, thinking it was the excessive pain that made her hallucinate.

But the voice sounded again, confirming that it was not an illusion.

The voice said:
[I sensed the direction of the Holy Sword]

So busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy, so busy.