Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

"This is... So it really is your aura, Artoria. The real one has arrived. Then I, Artoria, will have to be even better at disguising myself."

Having said that, in order to give Yinglin a surprise, Morgan changed his attire and gradually moved closer to the image of King Arthur.

Chapter 86 Artoria did it too

The real and fake King Arthur.

Just thinking about it brings out Morgan's wicked sense of humor.

The British witch, filled with joy, saw a scene that briefly stunned her the moment she stepped into the black luxury car.

There she was, an extremely beautiful, alluring fox-tailed girl who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, nestled reluctantly in Ying Lin's arms, her infatuated gaze wishing she could completely "devour" her beloved husband.

Yinglin was a little "slow" in some ways, but his reaction was actually quite fast. He grabbed Morgan, who was inexplicably dressed in Artoria's clothes, and said.

"You've finally arrived. Fairy Britain has been handed over to Meb for management, hasn't it?"

“Yes…” Morgan was in a bad mood, but not to the point of having an outburst.

Irisviel was already driving very carefully, and now, suppressing her excitement, she looked over curiously, wanting to know how Yinglin would handle the chaotic situation.

Metatron, who had been eating dry food the whole time, suddenly looked up and couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.

You always tease me

Now look what's happened, it's your turn to suffer!

"Not bad, you've made quite a bit of progress." Yinglin said to himself, seemingly oblivious to Morgan's increasingly dejected expression.

"However, it's not good to always rely on others; at the very least, you need to have the ability to distinguish right from wrong."

"Anyway, the Holy Grail War is just for fun, so why not learn something instead? It won't be a waste of time."

Yinglin smiled slightly, and his words made Morgan feel a little better.

I didn't see her as someone who needed help from others to succeed at everything.

Also, it's especially important not to get angry at this time.

Speaking of apologies...

She is the real witch.

Throughout, she maintained the viciousness and cruelty befitting a British witch.

The only difference is that Yinglin met her earlier and saved the Britannian witch before she began to fall.

However, even with rescue, it's difficult to restore the tenderness of the past.

She only reveals her childhood self when she is with Yinglin and the child she had with this husband.

Like a "princess" of the Rain Clan.

"Okay, I'll remember that. You'll have to tell me the relevant historical story later."

After saying that, Morgan ran out, heading straight for Britain, to test that brat sister's strength.

"no problem."

When faced with a dangerous situation, understanding and addressing the girl's inner desires is the key to success.

"My lord, you really have some tricks up your sleeve."

Tamamo-no-Mae feigned surprise, but in reality she gripped the object even tighter.

"Fortunately."

Yinglin noticed something was off about Morgan; she seemed to be going to see... someone.

Anyway, it's not a fairy orchid.

"Impressive," Metatron exclaimed, raising her foot in praise.

It's really disappointing that there's no chaotic scene to watch!

"Pointing your foot at others, that's really something."

"Don't think I don't know, you don't resist this at all, on the contrary..."

That was an emotion that Metatron couldn't understand.

Why not feel humiliated, but instead enjoy it with appreciation?

I don't understand.

She was ultimately just a high-ranking angel, and it was truly difficult for her to understand humans.

"Ahem, it's nothing. Drive carefully, Alice."

The more you try to hide it, the more curious people will become.

For example, Irisviel.

She also wanted to know why Yinglin didn't want to explain, as if it were something both incredibly shameful and something she particularly enjoyed.

However, there's nothing that can be done about it.

Yinglin couldn't very well openly reveal his own fantasies, could he?

Unless… Metatron changes into a nun's habit in front of him.

In this way, Yinglin might put his hands together, begin to repent, and speak out what he considers to be sins.

……

Britain

That was Morgan's beloved country in the pan-human history, to the point that it became an obsession.

However, Morgan's first visit here was completely different from what he had imagined.

Instead of feeling any nostalgia, I felt only disgust and hatred.

It's not aimed at the island itself, but at the majority of life living there.

"You're much more complicated than I thought."

Morgan cleared his mind of these distractions and went to find his dear sister, and then he recognized her familiar scent.

It belongs to Yinglin.

As a genius magician, Morgan possessed extraordinary talent that even Goetia had to acknowledge. He considered most of the magic in pan-human history to be non-existent and easily bypassed it.

Then she saw her younger sister, who was like a glutton, eating the food on the table with great elegance and speed.

"Although it can't compare to his, it still tastes quite delicious."

For a king who can enjoy mashed potatoes, as long as the taste is acceptable and the ingredients are clean, Artoria can eat very happily.

"I hope it suits your taste."

A brown-haired girl wearing white boots smiled and said that she was very satisfied with Artoria's performance. The image of a boy seemed to appear in her beautiful blue eyes.

It was he who gave her sight, allowing the "disabled" girl to have the opportunity to stand up again.

pity……

He couldn't help but sigh when he thought of his adorable little sister who was always by his side.

"What's wrong, Fiore? It would be a shame not to taste something so delicious right in front of you."

Artoria was still eating dry food.

"Here's the thing, a close friend of mine has fallen for someone, but he has a girlfriend. What should she do?"

The familiar description almost made Artoria spit out her food.

"Ahem, the best friend you're talking about, is it...?"

Oh well, that's what I did back then.

"What's wrong, Lancer?" Fiore asked, trying to suppress her shyness.

"No, it's nothing. I just feel that if I give up on my pursuits, I might live a very painful life."

"Yes, anyone with a moral compass wouldn't do that..."

She already has a boyfriend, wouldn't it be too mean for me to go and join in?

“He doesn’t seem like a magician at all,” Artoria commented.

"Many people say that about me. Fortunately, there is one person who has always respected my choices, and even refused to pay me, letting me make the choices on my own, which is why I am who I am today."

In a daze, she recalled that night.

The renowned young genius never asked her family for a single penny.

After resolving the magic imprint, the boy encouraged her under the moonlight before climbing over the wall and leaving.

Don't overthink it. If you're feeling bad, I won't take the reward this time. That way, I won't owe the family too much. Just live according to your own will and don't accept the cruelty you can't tolerate.

As for the successor, didn't you already decide on Koles? Let him be the one. That guy has told me countless times that you'll be given priority.

"Then let's continue to follow his advice and make our own choices according to our own will."

"I did something similar back then."

No wonder his master could sense his presence and often thought of him.

It turned out to be the case.

As expected of the person I chose.

Remarkably similar to me.

"Ha, you wild boar-like fellow, after all these years, you not only have no regrets, but you're also quite proud of yourself."

Chapter 87 You've got a second chance at life, Artoria

Artoria immediately realized what was happening, but she was clearly stunned for a moment when she looked over.

The familiar attire: a large cotton quilt cloak and armor interwoven with silver and blue.

Isn't this what she looked like when she was young?

Fiore, who had instinctively hidden behind Artoria, peeked out, her earlier panic now replaced by utter bewilderment.

Why are they so similar?

"Your tone?" Artoria was unsure who this woman, who looked so much like herself, was.

Her eyes looked like Morgan's, and even her tone was similar, but... she also possessed an uprightness that the wicked witch would never have!

"You can keep guessing."

As he spoke, Morgan took out the Star Sword. Golden light shimmered and flowed on the sword, emanating a pure yet terrifying aura, which made Artoria even more bewildered.

Is this still my sword?

Fortunately, she was now certain that this woman was definitely not her sister!

"of course not."

Morgan stared intently at the blonde beauty, whose figure was exceptionally voluptuous, even surpassing Tamamo-no-Mae's. Tall yet not bulky, perfectly proportioned, her striking features, combined with the heroic air between her brows and her resolute, holy green eyes, overshadowed most of the Knight King's beauty, making her appear capable and cold.

Damn it, how did this woman grow up?

Still so good at pretending.

In my memory, Artoria never revealed the slightest flaw; she was always a holy queen, which is why the beauty of the Knight King was reserved for only one person.

“I think so, but you…”

After a moment's hesitation, Artoria made a decisive move. A long spear wrapped in silver holy cloth flew out of her hand, and the tip of the spear shot out a beam of light like a tree branch to block Morgan's path.

"Want to run?"

With the new holy sword in hand, Morgan felt as if he were on a throne, and even if his body suffered a devastating blow, he could quickly recover with his immense magical power.