Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

The alchemical creations that Ise Sangenri had researched for many years were, in her opinion, made with extremely crude techniques, which could be copied and improved with just a glance.

The only thing worth praising is that thoughtfulness.

The head of the Linglong Pavilion family, the leading magic family in the Far East, was no fool. After examining the principles behind the bracelets with his magic, the head of the Linglong Pavilion immediately understood Morgan's meaning.

This bracelet consists of a main chain and sub-chains.

They were worn by different people.

The child chain will absorb the magic power from the wearer and provide it to the wearer of the mother chain.

Choosing the wearer of the sub-chain was not a problem for the owner of Linglong Pavilion at all. As a powerful magic family in the Far East, they had many skilled magicians and outstanding collateral descendants with excellent magic circuits.

If so.

It can indeed support the operation of multiple Servants.

What a powerful magician! In just a few hours after arriving, he could create such exquisite magic props at will. The owner of the Linglong Pavilion, who was already bent over, lowered his back even further.

But why is Sigurd being summoned?

Since the opponent is Brunhilde, then Sigurd is someone Brunhilde specifically targets.

"The opponent's Servant is Brunhilde," the curator of the Linglong Pavilion said in a low voice.

Morgan glanced at him, and she naturally understood what he meant.

But just as she could have narrowed down her choices to those few fairies, Morgan frankly didn't know why she chose to summon Sigurd.

may be...

Is that interesting?

Morgan didn't even know why he had such feelings, and those emotions were as fleeting as clouds, like the thought of doing something that arose after seeing it.

"Go."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll make the arrangements right away."

Morgan didn't get up until some time after the owner of the Linglong Pavilion had left, and then he went to the corridor and stood by the window.

Looking up at the sky, the bright moon, hanging high due to the city's air pollution, seemed lost in thought.

"Are you, Madam Magician?"

A young voice rang out, but it carried a respect far exceeding its normal volume, along with the curiosity expected of someone that age.

Morgan snapped out of his daze.

She was so focused that she forgot about her surroundings and that she was all alone. If there had been an assassin there, she would probably be dead by now.

Morgan looked in the direction of the sound, but there was no one there.

No.

Morgan looked down and saw a girl with black hair and red eyes, who was about waist-high, looking up at him.

On that delicately sculpted face, there was a seriousness and respect that should not be present at her age.

Looking at her, Morgan was momentarily dazed.

picture...

Morgan's tone softened slightly, without any noticeable difference.

"What's your name?"

“Linglongguan Misaka Night”.

"Linglongguan Misaya?"

Morgan repeated the girl's name in a murmured tone, then asked, "So, why did you come to me?"

"I was passing by and saw you here. I was wondering if you needed help, and also..."

Reiko Misaya paused, then said somewhat nervously, "I'm also a little curious about you."

"Curious?"

Morgan glanced at Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion for a moment, then turned and walked deeper into the corridor: "Come with me."

Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion was confused, but she still obediently followed Morgan quickly and soon arrived at a room.

It was a makeshift magic workshop. Although it was set up temporarily, it was very luxurious and contained many things that Misaya Reiryukan didn't recognize at all.

"What do you want to ask?"

"May I?"

Morgan glanced at the girl who seemed particularly pleasing to him.

"Consider this a reward that satisfies me somewhat, given your father's role as a 'subject'."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Misaya Reiko could no longer hide her curiosity and, along with Morgan, asked about the uses of the magic props she didn't know.

Morgan's answers were all very simple.

But Misaya Reirōkan was very clever. Morgan often only needed to say a simple sentence, and this clever girl was able to understand the meaning behind Morgan's words thoroughly.

Soon, Misaya Reiko's gaze fell upon the small bottle containing pale red blood.

"what is this?"

"This."

Morgan picked up the bottle and asked without turning her head, "Have you ever seen a ritual to summon a Servant?"

"No."

Misaya Reiryukan shook her head, her tone somewhat dejected: "I'm too young, my father won't let me be exposed to these things."

"Want to see it?"

Misaya Reirōkan nodded, but then lowered her head in disappointment.

"However, all the Servants have already been summoned, and such a ritual is only possible a hundred years from now."

A century later, she was basically no longer alive.

"Misayo."

Morgan suddenly said indifferently, "Remember, rules are used to restrain the weak."

Misaya from the Linglong Pavilion raised her small face, looking at Morgan's cold face with her cherry lips slightly parted.

His eyes shone with admiration.

Morgan had already thrown the bottle into the pre-set array. Without chanting any incantations, he simply raised his hand slightly, activating his magic to break through the rules.

The magic circle lit up.

They gradually coalesced into a petite figure radiating a powerful aura.

Misaya Reiko stared intently at the spot, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Watching the scattered points of light, watching the points of light coalesce, watching them form a human shape.

When the light faded, a white-haired girl, about the same height as her, wearing armor, appeared there.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, revealing her beautiful golden eyes, and knelt down on one knee the moment her gaze fell on Morgan.

"Fairy Knight Melyuchina greets Your Majesty the Queen."

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The next day.

noon.

Lin Jiu'an, now in the form of a teenager, and Miyamoto Musashi sat in a coffee shop in the shopping district of Shibuya.

"Ugh, this thing called coffee is so bitter."

After taking a sip of black coffee, Miyamoto Musashi immediately frowned.

She didn't understand why anyone would like to drink this stuff.

Do modern people live such comfortable lives that they enjoy being tortured?

When Miyamoto Musashi's gaze fell on Lin Jiu'an, who was staring blankly at the flow of people coming and going on the street outside the window, he followed his gaze and noticed an izakaya (Japanese pub). His eyes immediately lit up.

"Hey Master, how about you take me to that izakaya?"

"Drinking alcohol is prohibited for minors in Japan."

"Then Master, could you grow a few years older? Or I could drink alcohol while you drink cola next to me?"

"I brought you out to find and observe other Masters and Servants, preferably to form an alliance, in order to prepare for a possible attack on the Reiryukan family tonight, not to bring you out for fun."

"Then let's buy one bottle, no, two bottles of wine, okay..."

"Miyamoto Musashi, you're the one who told the police what you did in the bathroom last night, right?"

Miyamoto Musashi immediately turned into a bitter face.

Last night ended with Lin Jiu'an filling her stomach completely.

It's embarrassing to even think about it.

But thinking of that incredibly rich and delicious magic, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but lick his lips, a desire welling up inside him that made him want to crawl under the table right now, pull down Lin Jiu'an's pants, and feast on him.

No no no!

The Buddha once said that if you have a family, the sharpness of your sword will decrease!

Miyamoto Musashi, Miyamoto Musashi, are you going to give up the way of the sword?

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Lin Jiu'an opposite her, and the image of his cold-faced little boy from last night, his cute sleepy eyes when he fell asleep in the bathtub, and the incredibly delicious, still unforgettable, rich magic that filled her entire stomach and even made her feel embarrassed as it flowed from her nose.

Kendo doesn't always seem that important?

Miyamoto Musashi felt increasingly parched, so he quickly picked up his coffee and took a sip. All the romantic thoughts in his mind vanished, and a look of pain returned to his face.

No, it's too bitter. How could anyone like to drink something like this?

"Master, do you like drinking something so bitter?"

"No, I hate bitter food."

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"Because I ordered a latte, and added a lot of sugar and milk."

"Huh? It's sweet?"

Miyamoto Musashi picked up the coffee in front of Lin Jiu'an and took a sip. The perfect balance of bitterness, milk, and sweet saccharin created an extremely wonderful flavor. Immediately, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes widened: "Why did you order this for me?"

Lin Jiu'an glanced at her again: "Any objections?"

Miyamoto Musashi glared at him angrily, but ultimately lowered his head cowardly under Lin Jiu'an's gaze.

"No."

Indeed, Buddha was right; a sword does soften after a man is present!

Lin Jiu'an chuckled, took the coffee that Miyamoto Musashi had just drunk from but which he hadn't yet drunk, and took a sip.

"Wait, I just got to that spot..."

Before Miyamoto Musashi could finish speaking, Lin Jiu'an's lips were already pressed against his.

Any questions?

"...I've had it."

Wouldn't that be an indirect kiss?

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi, whose face was inexplicably burning again.

Lin Jiu'an said speechlessly, "What did you give me to drink last night? Where did you kiss me? I've forgotten. How come now..."

"Shut up!"

Miyamoto Musashi has transformed into a steam engine.

Since transmigrating to the present, Lin Jiu'an has only encountered infatuated women who lust after his body. This is the first time he has seen a shy girl like Miyamoto Musashi.