The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Are you really going to help me?

Don't you believe me?

Kiana turned around and looked at Lancelot.

No! I believe you, but... but this news

I'm so shocked, I can't accept it right now...

"What do you mean by that? Are you still worried about your king?"

Kiana looked at Lancelot with some confusion.

"Well... alright, I'll continue working here. Because of your name, everything can proceed as usual. Hopefully, when you return, you'll find a way to turn me back."

Lancelot nodded, placing his hopes on Kiana.

...

After some simple inquiries, Kiana finally understood why Lancelot had turned into a girl.

While it's called gathering information, it actually means directly asking the system questions.

After all, the system's functions are extremely powerful in this world, comparable to those of a god.

It seems that she knows that nothing can be hidden from her, the only drawback is that there are some things she will tell herself, and some things she will not.

Fortunately, the system gave a relatively positive answer regarding Lancelot's transformation into a young girl.

That is...

A trivial matter concerning an unknown queen, caused by Morgan.

The reason she did this was simply because she wanted to see Lancelot's embarrassed state...

This is the system's response.

When Kiana first heard it, she thought the system was fooling her.

However, not long after leaving the town where the army was stationed, she realized that she might have wronged the system.

"You're my sister's subordinate?"

Before Kiana appeared a girl who looked remarkably like Artoria.

She had flowing white hair and looked remarkably like Artoria, especially her eyes, which were very similar to Artoria's.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Morgan."

The girl spoke to Kiana.

"Artoria? Then you're her older sister?"

Kiana was somewhat surprised to see Morgan standing in front of her, because the person in front of her gave off the air of a British queen, completely different from the mixed-race aristocrats.

"Ah."

Morgan agreed somewhat casually.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you here to help her?"

Kiana said to Morgan with a smile.

"Where did you come from? Do you know where my sister is?"

Morgan asked as he walked.

"Hmm? Hmm... She's in town right now. What do you need her for?"

Kiana asked with a hint of wariness.

She had initially thought the guy in front of her was friendly.

But when the other person looked at her with eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing prey, she realized that she might have been overthinking things.

"My interest in her is limited to that, but I have a great interest in you."

Morgan glanced at Kiana, then began to scrutinize her.

"What kind of taste do you have?!"

"It's alright, we're both women, I know what you're thinking."

"you..."

Kiana glared at Morgan with some anger.

"Is your target her or me? If it's her, I think you should really give up."

"No, no, no, my only target is you. I'm not very interested in this guy, so I have no interest in her."

Morgan shook his head.

"Besides, what does her life or death have to do with me? Why should I care about her?"

Morgan said dismissively.

Upon hearing Morgan's words, Kiana replied:

“If your goal is me, then I don’t mind playing a match for you here.”

"Let's meet again sometime, but I hope we can become great partners. It would be such a shame if someone as capable as you died."

Morgan's words were full of sarcasm.

"Hmph..."

Kiana snorted and stopped arguing with Morgan.

"I'll ignore you for now, but next time we meet, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Kiana snorted and turned to leave, leaving Morgan standing there alone.

"This guy's got some interesting skills!"

Morgan watched Kiana's departing figure, muttering to himself.

"Your abilities are quite impressive, and besides, you must have other motives, right?"

"hehe..."

Morgan smiled, turned around, and walked out of the town.

Kiana suddenly stopped and looked behind her.

Not far behind her, a massive black tower stood silently, emanating an aura of evil.

"What is that?"

Kiana looked at the colossal black tower before her, a sense of doubt rising within her.

"Could it be... a magic tower!"

Kiana suddenly thought of a legendary magic tower, where all sorts of magical weapons could be installed, and the power of angels could be absorbed to fight against evil.

"That guy even brought a magic tower! Who on earth is he?"

Kiana muttered to herself.

However, she was quickly drawn to Morgan's previous topic.

"Since it's so dangerous, let's go back quickly."

"

After muttering to herself, she hurriedly left.

After Kiana left, the evil aura within the magic tower vanished instantly, replaced by a state of tranquility.

A black figure appeared above the magic tower; it was none other than the Demon King Morgan.

"I never expected you to have such a powerful aura."

Morgan gently stroked the outer wall of the magic tower, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"However, I'm also really looking forward to your performance."

Morgan muttered to himself, then vanished into the magic tower as a ball of flame.

"What would happen if your power could be used by me?"

Morgan thought to himself.

After her first meeting with the Demon Queen, Kiana turned to Artoria and told her about it.

However, they learned a shocking piece of news from the other party.

"Sister? There might be some misunderstanding between us. I don't have a sister."

Artoria stroked her chin, somewhat puzzled, and replied.

Upon hearing her words, Kiana was completely bewildered.

If she's not your sister, then why does she look so much like you? Is it some kind of disguise?

Chapter Fourteen: A Land Covered in Hunger and Chaos

After much thought, Kiana felt that this conjecture was somewhat outrageous.

After all, it's more believable to believe that the person who looks exactly like you is your long-lost sister whom you have no recollection of, rather than to believe that someone has suddenly appeared in the world who looks exactly like you.

"You mean you don't have a sister? No way, shouldn't you think about that carefully?"

"What do you mean?" Artoria frowned, somewhat displeased.

Seeing that she seemed angry, Kiana waved her hand to indicate that she did not mean to belittle her.

"I just think it's better to take these things seriously. Maybe you were separated from her when you were very young, which is why you don't recognize her. Who knows?"

At least Kiana is certain that the woman who calls herself Artoria's sister looks almost exactly like Artoria.

If you can't call her a twin sister, then that's a bit unreasonable.

Unless that person has exceptionally high disguise skills and can perfectly replicate Artoria's appearance.

Otherwise, it is virtually impossible.