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

He glanced at the bright red runes on his fingertips with a puzzled look.

Could the runes have been drawn incorrectly?

impossible.

His runes were taught by Scáthach and are the most traditional and original ones, practically imprinted directly on his soul. They should never fail under any circumstances.

So it is...

"Don't waste your energy. This is the soil of eternal slumber. Magic alone cannot break this tranquility."

Ahead, a witch who suddenly appeared from the horizon spoke calmly.

Looking at the familiar land around her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of sadness.

"...Does your Reality Marble restrict the use of magic? Eliminate it? Or silence it? Or perhaps it doesn't exist at all?"

In an instant, Luo Wei understood what was going on.

The inherent boundary, also known as the mental world.

This subspecies of utopian materialization creates a world that possesses certain unique characteristics, as it is drawn according to its owner.

Just like the Conqueror's Army of Kings, Scáthach's Gate of Death, and Emiya's Unlimited Blade Works, they were all born from their mental images.

Therefore, everyone's mental world, or inherent boundary, is different, just like there are no leaves with the same texture; there are only similarities, never identical ones.

Take the present as an example.

In other words, this dark and silent land of Britain before him was naturally Morgan's mental world.

Its characteristics seem to be silence, or elimination, or something similar.

Luo Wei had roughly understood the meaning of the phrase "No one can break the peace of this land"—it referred to...

This land (the world) is dead.

If that's the case, then there's no point in making good use of mysterious magic, right?

After all, this inherent barrier is an independent world, and Britain refers to the entire world.

With his exceptional comprehension, he instantly grasped the meaning and understood the underlying principles.

Although he didn't really want to boost others' morale and diminish his own, Luo Wei had to admit that this inherent barrier was indeed beyond his expectations.

Morgan's Reality Marble differs from Scáthach's in that it doesn't enhance or construct magic, but rather restricts it. By limiting the opponent's output and means, the magician loses their optimal fighting strategy, making the situation extremely difficult to manage.

Let's analyze the situation now...

Most spells were unusable, but the Mystic Codes were still usable, and his opponent was still Morgan wielding the Holy Lance.

Okay, that's not entirely fair, so...

Will it win?

—You'll die.

That's beyond doubt. Having simply confirmed the situation, he knew he absolutely couldn't defeat Luo Wei here, a thoughtful expression on his face.

'We have to find a way to get out of here...'

After realizing the situation before him, he thought to himself.

Then, his gaze inadvertently fell upon his wand, and he had almost come up with a way out.

To win, you must get out. There are two ways to escape the Reality Marble. The first is to fight inside and wait for the caster to give up and dispel it. The second is to have a special Noble Phantasm like Ea (the King of Heroes) to shatter the Reality Marble from the inside and then leave.

Unfortunately, Rowe doesn't have either of these things right now, so he has to think of other ways.

If he had enough time to thoroughly study the various nodes and properties of this Reality Marble, he might be able to think of other ways to escape. However, the witch in front of him was clearly not a partner he could entrust his life to; to study the Reality Marble in front of her would be truly suicidal. Therefore, he had to find a more reliable method.

What Luo Wei thought of was using the illusion collapse to directly blow up this barrier.

As for what special thing he has that can destroy this inherent barrier, it is.

Honestly, there are actually quite a few.

Solomon's ring is something that can't be blown up, because if it were, he couldn't be sure what would happen in the future.

Avalon? Let's not even talk about that. Putting aside whether it can even explode, if it does, it will explode itself when it encounters Artoria again.

So after much thought, the only thing that could truly be used as a bomb was the Philosopher's Stone given to him by Gilgamesh.

Although it hurt him deeply, Lowe knew how to make the choice between his own life and Rafe's.

He destroyed the inherent barrier, severely injuring Morgan, and then gambled on the final blow with the elementalist's magic sword. As for Morgan's holy lance piercing through him, it didn't matter.

After all, as long as Avalon isn't wiped out in one fell swoop, he can most likely save himself.

Furthermore, if the inherent barrier is destroyed, the caster within it will inevitably suffer a backlash. Lovi truly couldn't believe that Morgan could withstand the near-Ex-level Mystic Code's illusionary collapse explosion without uttering a sound and remaining completely unharmed.

and……

Perhaps the situation isn't as bad as it seems.

It's true that we can't beat them.

But that only applies to direct combat.

He felt something was off, as if he had sensed something.

"……This is?"

Then Luo Wei's eyes changed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He seems to have found a way to solve the problem without destroying the costumes or engaging in direct combat.

……

"So this is your Reality Marble? I never imagined that the witch who led Britain to its destruction still had Britain in her heart. She even recreated every blade of grass and tree of Britain within the Reality Marble."

As he stroked his chin, Lowe asked Morgan for his findings.

"Tsk tsk, this sounds like the gentle death that Sleeping Beauty told me about... Is your mental world constructed for Artoria? No wonder you want to resurrect Artoria, do you perhaps want her to see with her own eyes everything you've done for her?"

"..."

Morgan did not answer this question, but his expression was somewhat resentful.

"A magician with a sharp tongue..."

While not entirely accurate, she did have that idea.

After resurrecting his foolish sister, he would show her firsthand just how absurd her so-called peaceful death was, and what her true end was.

She wanted to prove to Artoria that she had never been wrong, and that the only ones who were wrong were herself, King Uther, and those damned old bastards Merlin.

For this, she was willing to spend so many years resurrecting Artoria, and even went so far as to deliberately manipulate her own mind to complete this twisted bounded field, just to see her suffer, admit defeat to herself, and apologize...

More importantly, it was seeing her admit her own situation.

However, all that I've done has been ruined by this guy.

She couldn't revive Artoria, and she had no chance to prove herself, which is why she felt genuinely angry.

However, Morgan didn't know why...

When she saw Artoria's relieved smile, a smile of acceptance on the wall through Lovi's illusion, she felt a pang of heartache. Her initial anger seemed to dissipate considerably at that moment. Furthermore, after visiting the perverted nightmare and confirming some things, she was no longer so angry, which is why she gave Lovi multiple opportunities to leave.

It's just that the other party refused.

She put away the holy spear, looked back at the dark and gloomy world, her eyes filled with a complex expression, leaving one wondering what she was thinking.

Noticing that Morgan had stopped moving, Lowe's expression became somewhat strange.

He was considering whether to seize the opportunity to strike, since this was indeed the best time to launch a sneak attack. If he could deliver an explosive blow to Morgan at close range, he could really win.

but……

When Lowe noticed the complexity in Morgan's expression, and how his original hatred and murderous intent had turned into melancholy, Lowe's expression was extremely surprised.

For a moment, he even wondered if Morgan had been replaced.

How come she was like a madwoman a moment ago, but now she's calmed down?

He couldn't help but recall what Mary had said to him.

Before he came, he asked, "What kind of person is Morgan?"

"She's a lot like you," Meryl replied. "She's an extremely complicated person."

"It's just that because you are a soul and practice magic, your nature is extremely complex, which makes you seem extremely contradictory. Morgan, on the other hand, has taken on too much and has too many things stitched together, making her very existence extremely complex and contradictory."

"She is the lord of the island of Britain, a witch, and Artoria's sister. She is also a side of Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, and even has a part of the Goddess of Death. That's why... she is just as complicated."

complex……

It does seem quite complicated.

One second she's a crazy woman, the next she's a melancholy lady. If you didn't know her, you'd definitely be fooled by her melancholy eyes and stunning beauty.

She is very beautiful, but she has a mental illness.

So... are we still going to fight?

Lowe held his wand and asked a question with utmost politeness.

"Fight? Magician, what do you think you can fight me with? Not only is your magic restricted, but even if you could summon those four fake angels, what could they do here? If I wanted to, I could unleash the Star Anchor at its maximum power right here and kill you. Oh, right... you do have a way out. You could blow up that wand and the Magic King's ring together, which would indeed destroy my barrier, but... it would still be meaningless."

Finally, Morgan glanced at Lowe's wand and the ring on his hand, and calmly began to speak.

Yes, such methods were naturally unlikely to fool this witch. So, it wasn't surprising that she saw through his tricks so easily.

To his surprise, the witch's emotions at this moment...

Morgan waved her hand, and the black holy lance transformed into a stream of light emanating magical power from her palm, brewing an incredibly terrifying attack.

“That’s right. After all, I can’t just surrender. As long as I break the barrier, you will suffer a backlash. Once the magic in the outside world recovers, I still have a chance to win.”

Luo Wei didn't hide anything and gave the expected answer.

"Hmph, you think you can do it? I'll kill you before you can activate the illusion collapse."

The cold voice seemed to be calmly stating a fact, and the black holy lance gleamed with terrifying magic.

Suddenly, a terrifying surge of magical power erupted from that graceful body.

Like a flood bursting its banks, or a raging typhoon.