In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

In the distance, a bright yellow bus was seen swaying along the rugged mountain road.

The creaking sound kept ringing in my ears.

Finally seated in the car, after a four-hour nap, the young man opened his sleepy eyes.

They spent a long time in the dream studying information about Morgan, such as what magic he possessed or was most skilled at, and whether he had any trump cards or tricks up his sleeve, so they could take precautions in advance.

And the result...

After several hours, aside from learning that the opponent was incredibly strong, proficient in all kinds of magic, curses, summoning, and Mystic Code crafting—her magical skills even surpassed Merry's, making her one of the greatest witches in human history—almost nothing of value was gained. However, he did hear quite a bit about Morgan, the madwoman of Britain. This gave Lovi a general understanding that this Morgan in pan-human history was indeed a woman with some mental instability. It also confirmed that using the same methods of verbal therapy as with Artoria was virtually impossible.

Honestly, this troublesome and terrible situation was proving quite difficult for Lovi to handle. After all, he had very little useful information about Morgan from the Pan-Human History faction. Moreover, unlike an opponent like Gilgamesh, the Archer-class Hero King, Morgan hadn't died, and her abilities weren't fixed like a Servant's. Another 1500 years had passed, and it was hard to predict how much progress she might have made. Furthermore, Morgan's understanding of magic was far too profound, and her mastery of sorcery was far too high; it would be difficult for Lovi to overcome her using his magical superiority.

Even so, Lowe still earnestly questioned Meryl about many details of Morgan's life and experiences, trying to find some way to decipher the truth in these oral accounts from Meryl.

Time flies.

Although the journey from London Station to Bramakya Cemetery is not short, even by long-distance bus it takes five hours and is not a direct route to the final destination, because there is an extremely rugged mountain road or rather a forest along the way, which is an area and location that vehicles cannot pass through and can only be reached on foot.

Without having the housekeeper prepare the car, he set off alone that night.

And because he was worried about having a direct confrontation with Morgan, he didn't tell anyone he knew, only mentioning it briefly to Webber: "How about we go to Wales for some archaeological dig? Maybe we can meet the witches from the Age of Gods," that was all.

If possible, Lowe would like to take him along. Although Waver is weak, his knowledge and experience are far richer than Lowe's. If Waver were there, he could really help answer any questions Lowe might have.

Unfortunately, he entered the overtime work mode earlier than the normal development of the original world.

Although he wasn't El-Melloi II, he still did the work of one—approving documents, taking lecturer exams, and working as a clerical assistant. It was obvious to everyone that Mr. Kenneth also intended for him to inherit his classroom.

Thinking this through, Lowe didn't want to force the wailing Waver to continue, but he felt that this development was quite right. After all, Waver was destined to inherit the El-Melloi Classroom, and even if he wasn't the second Waver, he would become an excellent lecturer, teaching those interesting students of the future, thereby stabilizing the development of the entire world.

Moreover, even if he really became a monarch, with Waver around, he wouldn't have to worry about trouble. Waver would handle all the paperwork, and he could just continue doing what he wanted to do.

Now it seems... this is actually a kind of convergence of world lines.

Causality, world lines...

This world is becoming more and more interesting.

Silently cheering for Waver in his heart, and feeling a sense of感慨 (gan3 kai3, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including mixed feelings) about Waver's fulfilling life after facing Kenneth's exploitation and then being used as a ruthless tool by him, Rowe thought that he could ask the botanical department to research a magic potion to restore energy to replace the golden apple, so that Waver wouldn't be exploited to the point of sudden death by himself and Kenneth one day.

After a long bus ride, Rowe finally opened his eyes and, after discussing the plan and Morgan's information with Mary in his dream, his thoughts returned to the real world.

At this moment, night had fallen.

Because this was the last bus to this destination, the passengers all got off along the way, so the only one who finally arrived at the final stop was Luo Wei, who had just opened his eyes and stretched in the night.

At the final stop, Luo Wei, carrying his suitcase, got off the bus and stepped into the night.

The bus driver saw that Luo Wei was alone and still wanted to go into the mountains so late, so he specially persuaded him to go down the road for about a kilometer. There was a small town there, so he could stay in the town for the night and go into the mountains during the day.

Based on his years of experience, he felt that the mountains and forests here were a bit eerie, and there were graveyards all around. Although the staunch materialist driver didn't really believe in those so-called ghosts and gods, the wild animals in the mountains and forests were still very dangerous. And Luo Wei looked like a young master who came here for tourism. If he was alone, he would inevitably encounter some danger.

Faced with this kindness and well-intentioned reminder from a stranger, Luo Wei did not refuse. He nodded slightly to the driver, expressed his gratitude, and replied that he would be careful. Finally, he got out of the car and left.

Luo Wei was well aware of the driver's advice that the area was rather eerie and it was best to come during the day.

After all, this place is close to the village of the tomb keepers, and the layout and construction of the entire village dates back to the time of King Arthur's death at Gladiolus Hill, boasting a history of 1,500 years. In the parlance of the mystical world, that is...

The mysterious year is 1,500 years old, which belongs to the period that began at the end of the Age of Gods, and the mystery did not completely dissipate during that period.

Therefore, this land, forest, and area filled with the mysterious village of fifteen hundred years ago are naturally completely different from ordinary villages in the mortal world. Not to mention, the ley lines themselves are an excellent place for spirit summoning, containing even more magical energy and spirits than the Ulysses family's spiritual ley lineage. Moreover, this area is not just a cemetery and a village of gravediggers; it is also the headquarters of the British witch Morgan le Fay, and her base in the real world is also located here—a veritable workshop of a witch from the age of gods. It would be strange if it weren't eerie. This place is so ominous that even ordinary people, and any magician with a high level of spiritual insight or spiritual perception, can sense its danger and would not easily approach it.

If possible, even if it meant going up against Morgan, Lowe would prefer to choose a location near his home or somewhere in the London suburbs rather than here.

However, there's nothing that can be done about this situation now.

Since his partner Rafe had run into someone else's hands, he had no choice but to personally rescue him, lest he end up like some kind of demon pillar.

They were used as cake ingredients by witches like Medea and Morgan.

And it wasn't just Rafe; he was also determined to obtain the Star Anchor. After all, anything capable of fixing the fabric on a planet's surface and stabilizing the foundations of human reason was hard to find. Currently, it was only known that one existed in Western mythology and another in Eastern mythology. Moreover, the one in East Asia had a well-known name—the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle, the Ruyi Jingu Bang" (Golden Cudgel). Whether that thing had attained Buddhahood with the Great Sage was unknown to Luo Wei, let alone aimlessly searching for it in the Spiral Pavilion's territory. Therefore, he could only set his sights on the other Star Anchor—the Holy Lance, Rungomminiad.

To achieve his goal, no matter what, he had to make a move in Morgan's old stomping grounds today, but the damned ley line amplification and workshop enhancements were really giving Rowe a headache.

Although he wasn't entirely without a way to counter Morgan's move.

Using the Temple to neutralize the attack is the most normal, but also the most troublesome solution, because it requires a direct confrontation with Morgan's strength and could easily lead to a stalemate. The simplest solution is actually to learn from Kiritsugu Emiya's physical solution: use massive firepower to destroy the entire Blackmore Cemetery, along with the ley line nodes of the Gravekeeper's Village, all at once. That way, no matter how bizarre and complex the Witch's Workshop is, it will be blown up.

However, considering that Rafe might still be in their hands, rushing in and causing trouble would completely enrage Morgan. Furthermore, the villagers and Grey inside were merely following orders—ordinary descendants of the gravediggers, single-mindedly focused on resurrecting King Arthur, using the guise of righteousness to kill so many innocent lives for their own momentary convenience. This disgusting act was something Kiritsugu Emiya had done; Loewe would never do it.

So, he first used the illusion magic he had recently learned to conceal his powerful magical aura, and then, taking advantage of the night, he walked alone into the mountainous area without actively revealing his magical aura.

Thanks to the angelic blessing he received and his physique, which he had maintained through his usual martial arts and self-defense skills, the rugged mountain path beneath his feet could not stop him even without him using magic to assist him. He didn't even have to catch his breath. If it were Webber, climbing such a mountainous area under the cover of night, he would probably have collapsed from exhaustion halfway through.

They've been gone for a while.

The sky had completely darkened.

At the top of the forested mountain area, next to a tall tree.

"Hmm... the routes here are indeed a bit complicated."

Luo Wei sighed, casually pulled out a short sword, pierced the brain of a wolf, and then stood under a big tree, flipping through the map in his hand.

Just as the driver said, the mountains and forests at night are teeming with wild animals, and it's a place fraught with danger. An ordinary person probably wouldn't have lasted as long as he did; they would have been terrified when they saw a wild boar. Along the way, Luo Wei remembered that he had probably killed five or six wild animals with his own hands.

They weren't fantasy species, just ordinary wolves and boars with relatively strong attack power due to the influence of the ley lines. Even a hunter could handle them, let alone him. Now, even if a high-level wyvern or a chimera or a fantasy species like a magical boar flew out, he would dismantle it and collect it as magical material.

However, Lowe now finally understands why so many people can't find this ghost village, and why it's considered one of the most haunted places in the London magic world.

Although few in the secular world know about this cemetery, and even those who have heard of it mostly consider it a worthless tourist attraction—after all, no tourist site would use a cemetery as a selling point—Bracmore Cemetery is actually quite famous in the magic world. It's not only one of the most famous cemeteries in the world, but also one of the oldest, attracting countless necromancers and sorcerers who yearn to explore its secrets. Even magicians specializing in archaeology are eager to begin excavations there.

However, the area where the Blackmore Cemetery is located has always been a mystery. Despite its fame, its exact location is unclear. Although there are occasional rumors about its location that attract people to search for it, most of the information revealed is false. Some magicians who were truly lucky enough to find it, and then, overjoyed and carried out some kind of blasphemous ritual for King Arthur's burial in the gravedigger's territory, were mostly buried directly beneath the village and became ghosts.

Over time, powerful figures who knew the exact location, fearing the terrifying things hidden behind it, would never go there lightly, nor would they allow their students or clansmen to risk their lives. Those who didn't know the location either couldn't find it at all, or if they did, they couldn't return. Even if they did return, they would be ordered not to reveal any information. Thus, the Blakmoya Cemetery gradually became just a real legend.

Even for Lowe and Rafe, it was only because neither of them were simple people, and Rafe's rank was really high, plus he came from an archaeology background, so most of the secret places in the London area were not secrets to him, that he was able to pinpoint their exact locations.

However, Luo Wei didn't understand it either.

How did these guys build the village in the middle of an endless mountain forest, at a crucial point in the earth's veins? As a result, it's surrounded by forests and mountains, with no roads. Even with a map, it's easy to get lost for quite a while.

He didn't know how these reclusive guys managed to ensure their basic living supplies while living here.

Are these guys really self-sufficient? Do they never go out and interact with the outside world?

Moreover, farming in a cemetery is, no matter how you look at it, somewhat like hell.

About half an hour later.

'I finally made it through...'

After wandering through the forest and passing through countless thickets, Rowe finally emerged from one of the thickets after a long and arduous journey.

He glanced at the map in his hand, then at the increasing number of tombstones around him, and muttered to himself, "This should be it."

Then, following the direction of his gaze, Luo Wei continued to explore forward, walking through the dark, dense forest.

The towering trees, supporting their not-so-lush canopies, cast dappled, swaying shadows on the ground under the moonlight, obscuring the light from the earth.

In the darkness, it was almost impossible to see the road.

However, this was not a problem, as he had already prepared for traveling at night.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a portable lantern, then lit it with a match. Soon, a bright, orange-yellow ball of light illuminated his face and dispelled the surrounding darkness.

'Hmm...that makes things much easier.'

Thinking this, guided by the light, Luo Wei walked out of the darkness and saw more and more faint lights, and his vision became wider.

Upon closer inspection, it was the light emanating from several rows of dim lanterns hanging on the pillars.

The entire view of the remote village not far away had come into his view; this must be the village of the tomb keeper.

After glancing at the map and then at the eerie surroundings, Luo Wei suddenly realized that he was in what appeared to be a cemetery.

He took a serious look at the map and suddenly realized that it seemed to be an archaeological map that Rafe had prepared beforehand. Because this guy originally went to dig for treasure in the cemetery, the location was so remote that he had to crawl through the bushes and climb cliffs.

It turns out that guy never intended to make a formal visit... but rather planned to launch a surprise attack on the gravedigger's cemetery.

You sly Rafe, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes! I thought you were a decent and honest person, but I never expected you to have such crooked thoughts.

'...If they start causing trouble like this and get caught, they'll definitely be torn to pieces by the tomb keepers, right?'

Silently complaining, although speechless and somewhat worried, Luo Wei continued to walk, carrying his lantern, groping his way deeper into the darkness, searching for the right exit from this cemetery.

As he continued forward, not far from the cemetery statue, amidst the grass that rippled slightly in the evening breeze, Rowe saw tombstone after tombstone. Some were weathered by time and wind, appearing quite ancient. Others were white, seemingly recently carved, inscribed with "Unknown." However, seeing the artifacts clearly from the clock tower in front of the graves, Rowe could roughly guess that these unnamed individuals were either audacious grave robbers or unruly magicians.

Based on the analysis of the artifacts, most of them belonged to the Department of Spirit Summoning or the Department of Archaeology. He wasn't surprised at all that these lunatics were here doing this kind of thing.

However, these things also made him quicken his pace. After all, Rowe didn't want to find Rafe with only a tombstone and his belongings.

Even though Lovi knew that with Rafe's magical abilities, these gravediggers shouldn't be able to do anything to him unless he confronted the witch, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

With such mixed feelings, Luo Wei quickened his pace and began to quickly feel his way towards the exit, following the marks of the tombstones, old and new.

Finally, after traveling a long distance, he stopped in a corner of the grass.

"That is……"

By the faint moonlight and the glow of his lantern, Luo Wei could see a figure wearing a grey hood and a small grey-black cloak crouching beside a newly erected tombstone, offering flowers to the deceased king. Although he didn't get close enough to confirm, he easily recognized the all-too-familiar figure.

"The vessel that resurrected King Arthur... Grey?"

"No, it was a living child, not some kind of container."

He muttered a question to himself, but he quickly dismissed the impolite remark, because even Artoria would have said the same thing if she were here.

No one is born to live for anyone else; fate dictates what one must sacrifice for.

Artoria, who had experienced the destruction of Britain and the imposed mission, understood this all too well.

If she knew that there was a girl here whose fate was predetermined from birth, just as King Arthur was destined to sacrifice himself for Britain, and that Gray, as the vessel, was destined to die for King Arthur, and that she would be the vessel to bring King Arthur back into this world, Artoria's heart would surely be filled with complex emotions and guilt.

Unfortunately, Artoria isn't here right now. So, this matter will have to be handled by Rowe. However, he knows his friend, Artoria, well, and he knows what choice she would make if she were here.

"...Really, am I just that destined to be with that British family?"

With a sigh, Luo Wei led the lantern and began to walk towards the petite figure in front of the tombstone.

Da da da……

In the pitch-black night, in the deathly silent cemetery, a series of footsteps stood out all the more clearly. Because Luo Wei made no attempt to conceal his presence, but instead openly approached the figure, the creaking of his boots against the dirt did indeed startle the gray-haired girl who was intently praying for the deceased before the tombstone.

"Who?"

Hearing the voice behind her, she quickly stood up and turned around. She saw a young man carrying a lantern walking towards her in the darkness.