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"But this has nothing to do with me."

"Let's go. The lake where the holy sword is stored is just ahead, right?"

"I don't want you to think I'm a liar."

【The moment that allows fate to flow again has appeared.】

Morgan and Mary arrived at the edge of the holy lake.

[This is the first place where you truly make a lifelong commitment.]

"It's cleaner than I thought."

Holding a magic wand, Mary looked at the mirror-like calm lake in front of her and softly recounted her first impression.

"Morgan le Fay, is this where you were born?"

"..."

This is an unchangeable fact.

Morgan didn't make any excuses and just nodded.

"Yes."

"That's why I want to know what you're planning to do."

"Well--"

In front of Morgan, Mary sat by the lake and gently untied her clean shoes.

When the King of Britain was puzzled by this, the answer appeared directly in front of her.

Mary put her shoes in the empty space beside her.

The next moment, she put her feet into the lake, letting the clear water sway on her toes.

Before Morgan was about to explode, Mary said something he had never expected.

"If I'm not mistaken—"

"You and Ian Pendragon also had a date here, right?"

"..."

"What's wrong?" Meili tilted her head slightly and looked at Morgan, who stood silently beside her. "You can be so frank when introducing your sister, but when it comes to me, you start hiding your past?"

"I don't have such an idea."

Morgan looked at the lake in front of him.

"I was just remembering where we had our date—now that I think about it, it seems to be right here where you're sitting."

"I see." Mary nodded.

"No wonder I can feel some warmth here."

"So what exactly do you want to say?" Morgan was already a little impatient.

All she got from Mary along the way were riddles like this.

"What I want to express——"

“It’s the fact that things have multiple sides.”

"Just as a lake can be a hotbed of love, a place to store holy swords, and even a witness to aggression."

"So--"

"Morgan le Fay, if you could meet him again in a similar but different form, would you be willing?"

"Let me make it clear first, you might be even more offensive than usual when you're like that."

"after all--"

"It's already an identity completely filled with love and jealousy."

"..."

Morgan did not answer the question, but thousands of images appeared before his eyes.

Yes.

She was tempted.

And Mary seemed to have known that all this would end like this. She gently pried the surface of the lake with her feet and quietly revealed the secret.

"You'd choose this."

"So--"

“Let go and explore the problem at the beginning.”

"To what extent can you answer the question 'What I got wasn't as good as I imagined'?"

Having said this, Mary stopped, then suddenly raised her staff and attacked Morgan with some kind of magic.

This sudden attack was really unexpected.

Morgan, who was already a little dazed because of Ian, naturally had no time to fight back.

In the last moment before closing her eyes, she saw Mary coming in front of her, and then she spoke without any emotion.

"Morgan Le Fay."

"No, maybe I should call you Vivian now."

"I hope you can give a perfect enough reference answer."

519. Morgan's Farewell / The Fall of Britain / Alchemy (4k)

This was a "disaster" that even Morgan had not anticipated.

She could never have imagined that Merry, who had done everything in her power to get her out of Camelot, would launch such a sudden attack right beside the Holy Lake.

【only--】

Although it felt like a very dangerous attack, Morgan didn't feel like he had suffered any fatal damage.

[Merry seemed to have used some extraordinary magic to deal no damage to the unexpected attack.]

[This is not something that can be cracked in a short time.]

[What Morgan didn't expect was that she would meet you at a time when she needed to think carefully.]

Familiar figures, familiar movements.

Morgan would never forget the man before him—the man named Ian Pendragon.

Dressed in the most orthodox British knight's attire, he stood before her.

"Princess, long time no see."

"..."

Hearing the voice that he missed so much, Morgan felt that his tears would soon burst out again.

but--

After the previous round, she clearly realized the cruel reality.

That was Ian Pendragon in front of him, most likely just an illusion created by his own thoughts.

Even if I wanted to reach out and hug him, what I would end up touching was just a vague illusion.

Rather than this, Morgan would rather not touch upon such false hope in the first place.

After all, although beautiful dreams can make people feel temporary happiness, when they wake up, they will suffer endless pain.

That kind of thing...never again.

Thinking of this, Morgan covered his eyes.

Even though she understood everything, she still didn't dare look him in the eye.

Because even though I know that it is just an illusory illusion, I can't help but want to reach out and hug him.

If this is the case, then the only solution is to refuse to look directly at it from the beginning.

however--

What Morgan didn't expect was that when she covered her eyes to escape Ian's phantom, she felt an inexplicably familiar warmth.

That was a feeling that only came from being held in someone's arms, and Morgan had only experienced such a heart-touching thing with Ian.

and many more……

If that's the case...

Morgan slowly removed his hands from covering his eyes and looked up.

Yes, just as she thought.

The person hugging her at this moment was none other than Ian, who was smiling!

This is definitely not an illusion caused by longing.

Because every time we met before, I kept my eyes tightly closed, which was a hint set up to escape reality.

But this time, everything is different.

Morgan knew that not only did he not close his eyes, but he also welcomed his gaze.

This is... the real him!

"Princess, do you really hate seeing me?"

Ian took the initiative to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere as if jokingly.

"So--"

"Should I disappear from your sight right now?"

"No!"

Morgan pinched his hand, which was rare, and then yelled at him like a girlfriend acting coquettishly.

"I never allowed you to leave me!"

"How dare you talk to yourself?!"

"Really? That's wonderful." Ian smiled slightly. "Being able to continue to stay by the princess's side is truly an honor worth remembering for the rest of my life."

"but--"

"I really can't stay much longer."

"what do you mean?"

Morgan, sensing that something was wrong, held Ian's hand tighter.

She was afraid that if she wasn't careful she would lose him again in that unreachable place.

But fate always follows Murphy's Law. The more people fear something, the higher the probability of it happening.

Ian looked at Morgan in front of him and slowly explained the reason why they met at this moment.

"My Lady Princess, you should know that we are meeting now because the spirits of the Holy Lake are sacrificing their lives."

"Time is really running out—"

"That lake is extremely important to you and Artoria. I can't continue to consume the lives of those elves like this."

"No!" Morgan grabbed Ian's hand, which was gradually becoming thinner. "I allow you to use their power - that lake belongs to me alone!"

"Even so, the ending of some things is still predetermined, Princess."

"A future that continues like this will eventually fall apart."

"Rather than seeing you suffer and grieve over this later, I hope you can start from now on and gradually extricate yourself from this entanglement."

"in addition--"

Ian knelt down, reached out, took Morgan's hand, and kissed it gently.

"You are the person I love most in my life, and this cannot be changed in any way."