I really didn't want to burn it.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Li Ang, who was comparable to the final boss.

If he were facing other Servants... it seems he wouldn't stand a chance either.

Li Ang looked around at his "teammates," mentally calculated their strength, and finally came to this conclusion.

If Leon hadn't impersonated someone else, and instead it was Sanson himself who fought, then that gladiator might still have had a chance to advance, although Leon felt it was more likely that the opponent would be instantly killed by Sanson's Noble Phantasm.

"Tch, what's there to congratulate? I could do better than that weakling."

Joan of Arc Alt snorted coldly in displeasure.

Li Ang nodded: "Of course, Miss Joan of Arc is the best."

Joan of Arc.Alt shouted irritably, "Don't call me by that woman's name, are you asking for a beating?"

Li Ang shrugged his shoulders innocently, as if nothing had happened to him.

"Mr. Sanson, please don't keep provoking her like this."

Li Ang said regretfully, "I only cared about her because we were both French martyrs."

He would never admit that he just wanted to see Jeanne Alter use Jeanne d'Arc's face to make a disgusted expression.

[Host, you need to seriously reflect on this. She's clearly the easiest woman to seduce in all of Chaldea, yet you haven't made a single progress in the past few days?]

"Because I don't want to die yet."

Li Ang muttered a complaint, then carried his machete to a corner of the lounge and sat down, observing his teammates.

Li Ang's earlier guess was correct; apart from him, the other six spots were occupied by Heroic Spirits.

The Black and White Sisters need no introduction.

Li Ang had met the two three-star Lancs, Diarmuid and God Ancestor, when he was registering.

Li Ang was quite surprised when he saw the remaining two riders.

One of them was Sab Siegfried, and the other was Arch Arjuna.

It's clear that the guy who used the Holy Grail to summon Heroic Spirits has questionable character; he failed to summon even the strongest forms of any of the Heroic Spirits.

That guy definitely didn't wash his hands before using the Holy Grail, which angered it.

The system guessed with a wicked grin.

"Maybe that's true."

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, unscrupulously confirming the funeral system's guess, but his expression showed no sign of relief.

I don't know what happened when these Servants were summoned, but I feel that their strength is far greater than I remember.

The Black and White Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc are somewhat unstable. Although their basic stats have increased, they cannot effectively use their own Noble Phantasms because of the swapped inner workings.

Looking at it this way, it's clear that DD's ability to successfully ambush Sanson back then was due to his exceptional luck.

Fortunately, based on the singularities we've experienced before, the Holy Grail should only be able to summon 7 Servants—which are the ones Leon has seen so far.

However, this singularity is formed by the fusion of two entities, so anything can happen.

"You must be my warriors. Congratulations on passing the qualifying rounds."

Nero appeared once again with his arm around Chloris—although Leon thought it looked more like Nero was hanging on Chloris's waist.

Is this the power of the Flower Goddess? Besides tranquility, she's won over another little fangirl, and this time it's the Emperor.

Li Ang said in a low voice, "I'm not surprised. Little Neil has been a special admirer of the Flower Goddess since she was a child."

Chloris noticed Li Ang's gaze and glanced at the man.

While the others weren't looking, Li Ang secretly waved to Chloris.

"Humph."

Chloris turned her head away dismissively.

Nero stood before the Servants, boosting their morale.

While it was said to be a morale booster, Li Ang felt that Nero was more likely there to vent his own emotions.

Because Nero's words were so blunt, he was practically cursing Britain.

"I don't want to say anything more. In short: To hell with Britain! Long live Rome!"

"Oh!"*7

Seeing how hard the Roman emperor was working, the spirits present also joined in, raising their fists and letting out a battle cry.

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Compared to the high morale of Rome, the British seemed rather subdued.

After watching the qualifiers, Artoria immediately summoned her knights to discuss strategy.

But no one spoke up during the meeting; everyone kept their heads down, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, Artoria spoke first: "Everyone, do you think you can win?"

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

Lancelot replied dejectedly, "Even I could only say I could defeat three or four of them."

When Lancelot, the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table, said this, the subtext was that their side was going to lose the next match.

Artoria was not surprised by Lancelot's words; she had been watching the matches over the past few days.

Despite her reluctance, she acknowledged that her proud Knights of the Round Table were indeed inferior.

The other Knights of the Round Table looked ashamed; they were the pride of Britain, yet they couldn't even defeat a few gladiators.

Mash, standing behind Artoria, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

"Don't worry, Mashu."

Lancelot smiled reassuringly and said, "Father, I will definitely defeat my opponent."

"You are not my father!"

Mashu retorted loudly.

"Is this what Li Ang meant by the period of resistance?" Lancelot murmured with heartache.

"It's simply...incomprehensible."

Mashu said angrily.

For some reason, when Lancelot himself met her, he immediately acknowledged her as his daughter and even began to act as her father.

Mashu asked Lancelot the reason several times, but he refused to answer each time, saying that the time was not right.

This made Mash feel even worse about Lancelot.

However, Lancelot still happily treats Mash as his daughter.

Mash, on the other hand, found it difficult to maintain her composure in front of Lancelot, often becoming unusually irritable and constantly thinking of hitting him on the head with her shield.

This puzzled Mashu, as she had never felt this way even when facing the most despicable Leon.

"Alright, Lord Lancelot."

Artoria interrupted the father and daughter's friendly (?) conversation.

"The problem now is how to close the gap between us and the opposing team," Bedivere said. "Should we use the story of 'Tian Ji's horse race' that Li Ang mentioned?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. Those guys didn't go all out in the preliminaries." Gao Wen shook his head. "We have no way of knowing exactly who is stronger or weaker."

What if I said I had a solution?

A soft, feminine voice appeared at the conference room door.

Mashu noticed that a woman with long silver hair had appeared there at some point, and she was looking at the Knights of the Round Table with an aggressive gaze.

The Knights of the Round Table looked at the woman with hostility, and the two sides stared at each other.

The atmosphere is a bit off.

Mashu keenly sensed something.

"Um... who are you?"

Mashu was pulled by Mordred before she could finish speaking.

“She is my mother,” Mordred said softly.

"Mother...Ms. Morgan?"

Morgan chuckled, “Oh dear, little girl, you’re so polite. You don’t seem like Lancelot at all.”

Artoria rested her chin on her hands and asked softly, "What are you doing here, sister?"

"You've been using my name to swindle people in Rome, so why can't I come?"

Morgan tossed her hair, unabashedly displaying her sexy side.

However, none of the men present relaxed their expressions; they remained serious. Even the most promiscuous Lancelot did not consider the other party to be a woman.

"How boring. If Li Ang were here, at least he would make a sarcastic remark to me, instead of you guys being all silent like this."

"Sister, what brings you here?"

Artoria slammed her hand on the table, reiterating her statement.

"They've come to give you a gift."

Morgan smiled and sat down at the conference table, casually playing with Artoria's hair with her fingers.

"hehe."

Morgan complained resentfully, "Oh dear, they've come all the way from Britain, and this is the attitude you give them? It really hurts me."

“The gifts you give me are never good,” Artoria retorted.

"Are you unhappy with the last gift I gave you?"

Morgan turned his gaze to Mordred.

Artoria said coldly, "I like Mordred, but I don't like the way you give gifts."

"Huh? You like it?"

Mordred was overjoyed and almost jumped up to cheer.

"Hmph, she's really easy to satisfy."

Morgan's cold snort calmed Mordred down. She silently moved her chair away from her mother.

"If there's nothing else, please leave, sister."

Artoria told Morgan to leave.

"Okay, I'm done playing. Hey, bring the stuff in."

Morgan shook her head slightly and called out towards the door.

A male knight in purple armor with short silver hair walked in.

"Hey?"

When the knight walked in, Mash felt a certain flutter in her heart.

Although it was the first time Mashu had met him, he seemed very familiar with her.

However, Mashu was soon drawn to what the other person was holding in both hands—a golden cup.

"Is this... the Holy Grail?"

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P.S.: Ugh, climbing the tower in the Chinese server is so annoying! _(:з」∠)_

This kind of time-consuming activity is a nightmare for writers like Mimi-chan. (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Chapter 95 Morgan: Trying to Steal My Sister's Job