Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

Artoria's attacks were not worth her attention. She casually waved a beam of light, blocking all of the Holy Lance's attacks.

When Morgan looked over, there was no sign of Artoria and the other person; the surrounding wooden houses had been destroyed in an instant by the explosion.

“I’m not here to simply destroy things.” Morgan waved her hand, and the cabin was gradually repaired by her.

Artoria, who had run far away, grabbed Fiore with one hand and ran frantically outside.

"Lancer, do you know her?"

"I don't know her, but I really hate this crazy woman."

A deep-seated loathing drove Artoria to seek any opportunity for revenge.

However, Morgan's clone had already stopped her, radiating power almost identical to that of his original body, which made Artoria's face darken.

Is this still the Holy Grail War?

I've already descended to my true form, so why am I getting attacked?

Artoria calmly analyzed the situation, only to find that in the end, all that remained was failure.

It's not that she's too weak, but... Morgan's strength in the Holy Grail War is such that she doesn't even consider any beasts, except for those that are fully grown and have impressive battle records, to be worth her attention.

"Only now are you feeling scared?" Morgan glared at Artoria, and just as she was about to make a move, she suddenly sensed a message from Fuyuki, which made her suppress her nameless rage.

"Never mind, Artoria, you're lucky today, you escaped with your life."

After saying that, Morgan simply disappeared from Artoria's sight, leaving her somewhat stunned as she stared blankly at the departing golden figure.

"Morgan... or..."

Artoria was all too familiar with this hatred.

It was because the sisters were at odds with each other, each more stubborn than the last, that Britain became what it was, like a divided Roman Empire.

"What's wrong, Lancer?"

"Never mind what the Clock Tower thinks, let's hurry to Fuyuki."

"it is good."

……

Winter tree

Once he was out of sight, Morgan's emotions gradually calmed down, and he was no longer as irritable as before.

"Although this power and knowledge allowed me to escape the massacre that day, it also changed a part of my personality, to the point that I was willing to kill."

Morgan shook his head, clearing his mind of these distracting thoughts.

Soon, they met Yinglin.

There was no fox there either.

They must be tired; they should go home and rest.

"Morgan, you're finally back. Take a look at these manuals of mine; they might be helpful to you."

Upon hearing this, Morgan instinctively took the document and indeed saw a great many historical examples.

There are also various suggestions.

They used money to build a secret force to maintain their rule over Britain.

Furthermore, because she is an exceptionally skilled magician, she can conjure up money with ease.

This includes various kinds of magic knowledge, things that seem priceless to ordinary people.

"Thank you, Yinglin." Morgan took the thick book, ignoring the slight traces of water droplets on the pages.

"It's nothing, besides, this is my promise to you," Ying Lin said with a nonchalant smile, then added.

What happened to you just now?

They actually tried to kill Artoria, who was suspected to be the Gunslinger.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she brought Avalon with her, which is why she's so ruthless.

"Something's not right with my emotions. The other me in the pan-human history has made my hatred for Artoria rise to an unprecedented level."

"this."

This is history again.

Yinglin, who was well aware of the nature of the "simulator," knew very well that this matter must be related to him.

Morgan's fondness for himself was very unusual, which he attributed to his connection to pan-human history.

Although, it was the Fairy Britain trip that made her truly fall in love with him.

But that's how the initial goodwill came about.

To solve this puzzle, we'll have to wait for the emulator to cool down.

Also, Kukulkan's goodwill.

"To be honest, there are many things I don't know right now, including this."

As he spoke, Yinglin stretched out his hand, and a light screen appeared in front of the two of them.

Artoria was not truly helpless; she even retained the opportunity to create a miracle.

That is the holy sword and its scabbard in his hand.

"Avalon..."

If we don't know this information, it would be a bit dangerous to go up there rashly.

However, Morgan, who had sealed Merlin in Avalon, didn't care much.

If all else fails, we can just use the same method again.

"I'm already overwhelmed. I'll go look for it again when I've dealt with this."

Upon hearing this, Morgan didn't hesitate and instinctively opened her arms, pulling her husband's head into her embrace, radiating maternal warmth to soothe his emotions.

"Don't worry, this isn't you, Lin. I believe in your talent and that you can solve all the mysteries."

"Ah."

Yinglin just finds it troublesome; he's not that fragile.

The characters he influenced really don't reveal much information; you can only remember their appearance.

Can we have something simpler?

For example, Metatron eating in a corner, secretly covering his mouth and laughing.

Mei Zhen laughed because she saw Ying Lin's annoyance.

But to her surprise, her Master, who had also been tricked by Ying Lin, patted her with his elbow.

"Why don't we go and comfort him together? I've heard that a person can't always suppress negative emotions, otherwise they'll explode."

Are you even thinking straight? How could this guy be so fragile?!

Chapter 88 Mei Zhen: This woman is beyond saving!

"Don't go..."

That was Metatron's first reaction; it was good enough that he didn't run over to make fun of him, let alone try to comfort him.

Do they really think she's Morgan?

They're so easily fooled.

Besides, without something, how could we expect her to personally take action?

"Please, can I go?"

Irisviel simply grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously.

“He’s not that fragile.” Metatron was utterly speechless.

This woman, when she cares, gets confused.

She hadn't known Yinglin for very long, yet she cared about him so much...

I was here first.

"I know, but something is better than nothing, right?" Irisviel thought for a moment and explained with a smile.

"Fine……"

Metatron agreed, adding with a pleased expression on Irisviel's face.

"Given what he said to me before, and the threats he made, I cannot appease him in the usual way."

"For example, I would put on a nun's habit in church, stare intently at him, and make this evil man repent for his sins!"

At first, Irisviel thought Metatron would cause trouble or have a fit of irritability and just give her a perfunctory response.

The result... was actually like this.

"Okay, okay, let's do it that way."

Although Metatron's punishment seemed well-intentioned, her actions were simply...

reward.

Even Irisviel, who was clueless about social situations, understood the underlying meaning.

Moreover, she also wanted to see what Metatron, this noble archangel, would look like in a nun's habit.

"How about this, let me knit you a few clothes later."

"Hmm? You know how to do this?"

"Yes, but it's more like a magic trick. It might not be the most beautifully woven, but it won't disappoint you."

Their conversation was not concealed, and Yinglin and Morgan heard it very clearly.

Yinglin, who was involved, couldn't help but complain.

"I'm just a little annoyed, but whatever."

As she spoke, she pulled Morgan into her arms, the subtle movement causing an alluring blush to gradually rise on the witch's pretty face.

"I'm not being serious. I'm not saying I absolutely have to kill Artoria, it's just that it's a bit hard to control."

Morgan, a figure in pan-human history, undoubtedly had the deepest influence on her, which led to Morgan becoming a resentful woman and causing her to become angry in an instant.

Initially, it was just meant to scare her and let King Arthur know who the true king of Britain was.

I never thought of killing her.

"Then come on over."

This remark seemed to have a significant effect, gradually calming Morgan down, so he decided to play in a bedroom in Einzbern Castle.

Irisviel had no objection, only remarking, "She has so much energy."

“Hey, you wouldn’t…” Metatron finally realized something was wrong.

"Is it that obvious?"

The white-haired beauty, as pure as a lotus flower, awkwardly rolled up the stray hairs around her neck, her blood-red eyes revealing intense bewilderment.

“You’ve written your answer on your face,” Metatron said angrily, asking seriously.

"We've only known each other for a short time."

"One day? Or two days?" Irisviel winked mischievously.

"why."

"His cooking is delicious, which makes me feel at ease. More importantly, he gives me a chance to see my family's long-cherished wish come true, and most importantly..."

"Huh?" Metatron practically shoved his face right in front of hers.

"He's handsome, and he's also been described as the most ideal partner at the Clock Tower. He's also the first human male I've ever seen."

Upon learning the answer, the archangel covered his face in speechless disbelief, having only one comment left regarding his exceptional Master.