I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Morgan began to observe with a slightly concerned expression.

I was somewhat attracted to Du Wei.

Upon closer inspection, I realized he was much more handsome than I had thought. Could it be that 090 hadn't noticed him before?

She thought this after examining it carefully.

At the same time, she also found that she could never get tired of looking at Du Wei's face.

"Ahem, let's get back to the issue of the Third Law."

Du Wei couldn't help but blush.

I don't feel at ease with Morgan, even though I handle Bavanshi and the other girls with ease.

Morgan snapped out of his daze after being reminded by Du Wei.

She also felt a little strange.

"The sword in my hand is called the Sword of Domination. One of its abilities is to cleave space, thereby enabling spatial jumps."

Du Wei reached out and materialized the Sword of Domination.

It manifests as a surge in surrounding pressure.

This was Morgan's first close encounter with the Dominion Sword outside of combat.

The Sword of Domination itself is simple and unadorned.

The bone-chilling cold it emitted set it apart from other swords and blades, sending shivers down one's spine upon seeing it.

The afterimage of blood, the lingering echo of tragedy, the impression of death.

You can instinctively sense it just by looking at it.

It is probably more professional and excellent than anything else in the field of killing; it is a block of steel that has been thoroughly tempered.

"...It is a superb weapon, even comparable to divinely crafted weaponry. It is very suitable for you to wield."

Morgan gently stroked the blade of the Dominion Sword with his fingers, unable to contain his admiration.

This was a weapon she had never seen before.

Its quality is in no way inferior to the Holy Lance of Rungomminiad, no, it is even far superior to the divine weaponry.

Her intuition told her so.

"Thank you for the compliment, but now it's time for its performance. Watch closely, like this. Humph!"

Du Wei slashed at the space in front of him.

The dark energy tore through space like fangs, forcefully carving out a void rift in front of it.

Morgan was deeply moved when he saw it.

The ability to cleave space is rare, but she could sense that the Sword of Domination was more than that.

"Splitting space is just a minor ability. When I was using it recently, I accidentally discovered the history of pan-humanity in another parallel world."

"A parallel world's pan-human history?"

Morgan was hostile to pan-human history.

He had thoroughly analyzed the Imaginary Tree during the time of the Savior and absorbed all the energy within it into his body.

At the same time, they also learned about Lostbelts and Pan-Human History.

The fairy kingdom of Britain was established on the foundation of Pan-Human History, and it was incompatible with Pan-Human History.

“That’s right, there are traces of the Third Law in this world. Because the Third Law appeared in this world too early, the Restrictive Force repels it. So even if we intervene, we will not be repelled by the Restrictive Force.”

"It seems you've investigated thoroughly. So, Du Wei, what do you think our chances of obtaining the Third Law are?"

As Morgan said.

Du Wei had already completed his investigation earlier.

The fourth Holy Grail War in this world (chbb) was not held in Fuyuki, but was a subspecies Holy Grail War held in the Roman region.

The Third Law is too early for humanity at this stage.

The final battle of the subspecies Holy Grail War...

Du Wei remembered that the dragons carried the Heaven's Cup to the Star Sea, thus preventing the miracle of the Third Law from affecting all of humanity.

It is evident that the inhibitory force Alaya does not accept the materialization of the soul.

It's a complete waste of the Third Law.

"I have an 80% chance of winning. Since the Pan-Human History doesn't accept the Third Law, the Heavenly Cup, then it's not unreasonable for us, the Extraordinary Ones, to accept this magic, right?"

Du Wei's gaze held a hint of pleasure.

Morgan smiled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The Lostbelts and Pan-Human History are a life-or-death struggle for survival, and there is no need to have any pity for the enemy from the very beginning.

She even admired Duvet's plan.

Such wisdom, such courage.

Perhaps she had already fallen for him long ago.

Love can make someone fall so low...

Her cold heart was shattered yesterday.

The method to protect the Fairy Kingdom has been found in Du Wei, and there is no reason for her to continue avoiding it.

It's time to face it honestly.

“My husband, you possess talents far exceeding those of ordinary people. At the same time, I have also come to know what our fairy kingdom of Britain lacks…”

"Wait... what just happened...?"

Du Wei almost missed what Morgan said.

Upon seeing Du Wei's reaction, Morgan couldn't help but reveal a charming smile that he found quite amusing.

"Now that things have come to this, you've stolen so much of my trust, do you really think you can refuse a refund?"

Morgan slowly approached Du Wei and questioned him.

The captivating fragrance of orchids wafted towards me.

This was the first time Du Wei had received such a fierce attack, and he instinctively took a step back.

"...Can this be returned?"

"Hehe, that's possible."

But after that, I will haunt and curse you until you die. Would you like to try, my husband?

Morgan smiled gently and lovingly.

But there was no trace of a smile on his face; in fact, it gave off a strangely cold feeling.

Of course, Du Wei was just joking.

Morgan was more persistent than anyone else when it came to love.

Once a decision is made, it is absolutely unwavering; even if it cannot be obtained, its existence will be destroyed.

Having acknowledged her feelings, she made no attempt to hide them.

Du Wei is the one I've been waiting for.

She had been waiting here for far too long...

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Guh--

My dry throat made me swallow hard.

Morgan was very close to his cheek.

Their warm breaths brushed against each other's cheeks, stirring ripples in the still waters of their hearts.

I just want to admire my lover's appearance like this.

A focused concentration that almost seemed to embed the scene into one's very being.

A single moment feels like an eternity.

"You have won the martial arts competition, and you have earned the right to propose to the Queen."

"...Didn't you say it didn't count?"

"I am the Queen, or is it that you, my husband, are unwilling?"