I really didn't want to burn it.

Now, it's finally his turn to get revenge.

"On the other side, the Britannian contestant is the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table! Lancelot, nicknamed 'The Doting Husband's Piledriver'!"

"Damn it! Why is it a devoted wife-driving machine?!"

Lancelot, who was about to pose for everyone present, almost tripped and fell flat on his face like Merlin after hearing the title.

“Devoted…a married woman…a pile driver…that’s a very apt description.” Morgan smiled and nodded repeatedly.

“Yes,” Li Ang chimed in, “Look at all these ladies, they’re drooling. Galahad will definitely be furious.”

“No, I think the nickname was given to him,” Morgan guessed. “After all, criticizing his father’s promiscuity is something Galahad would always do.”

"Galahad, huh..."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang silently felt a second of sympathy for Mashu.

With such a father and older brother, I hope our gentle and lovely little eggplant won't grow up to be a bad person.

However, Li Ang did not know that Mashu had already gone astray from the moment she met him.

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P.S.: Let me talk about today, or rather, yesterday.

Actually, the elderly person had been in the ICU for several days, so we were mentally prepared.

However, the doctor said a couple of days ago that the old man's condition had improved, so we originally thought he could at least make it through the new year. We never expected it to happen so suddenly.

The old man was over ninety years old, so it could be considered a happy passing. Although I myself still find it a little hard to accept...o(╥﹏╥)o

Mimi-chan will probably be very busy in the next few days. After all, everyone knows that Mimi-chan's father is in poor health, and there are many things that require Mimi-chan's involvement.

Therefore, updates over the next few days will be very unstable, and this situation may continue every day.

Please bear with us.

If Mi-chan hasn't updated by tonight, don't wait. Just check again the next morning. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 104 Gareth: My mom amazed me!

The nicknames "Nanako" and "Married Woman Piledriver" added a touch of humor to the opening of the match between Arjuna and Lancelot, but in reality, this battle can be said to be the one with the highest level of combat power and the most exciting fight among the six battles so far.

Before the match began, the audience saw that one of the two was using a sword and the other a bow, and they thought they would repeat the previous matches where the two used light cannons to kite the enemy to death from a distance.

But once the fight actually broke out, everyone realized they were wrong.

Arjuna did attempt to create distance with ranged attacks, but Lancelot closed in on him with incredible speed for close combat.

Faced with Arjuna's light projectiles, Lancelot either deflected them with his sword or took the hits with his own body, all in an effort to shorten the attack distance between them.

Lancelot knew very well that being overly cautious would only lead to his defeat in this battle he absolutely could not afford to lose.

So from the very beginning, Lancelot decided to use a reckless, all-or-nothing fighting style.

Thus, the audience witnessed the most exciting and also the most brutal battle of the entire match.

Joan of Arc's sacrifice of her life, using a self-destruction tactic to ensure her team's invincibility, can also be described as tragic.

But that can only be considered a tactical sacrifice; it's nothing compared to the satisfaction of Lancelot going straight for the kill.

The audience's excitement was directly reflected in their behavior; the clapping and cheers were their encouragement to the two soldiers on the field.

Even though Arjuna occasionally misses his arrows, or Lancelot deflects them in the wrong direction, causing frequent explosions in the audience.

But the audience was not alarmed by this; instead, they applauded even more enthusiastically.

For the Romans, who had taken gladiatorial culture to its extreme, this kind of bloody, flesh-on-fist combat was exactly what they wanted to see.

"Indeed, from an entertainment point of view, this battle was really exciting. No wonder these viewers were so happy."

Li Ang nodded slowly inside the private room.

[Without comparison, there's no harm done; we're only standing up because of our peers.]

The system of mourning began its analysis with great conviction.

[The first two acts were so boring: one was a French executioner's unsportsmanlike sneak attack, and the other was a French saint's opening chant of "Allahu Akbar."]

Li Ang whispered a warning: "Mourning System, if Grandpa hears you say that, you'll die a horrible death."

How could he possibly know I said something like that...maybe.

The system realized that it couldn't be sure whether the elusive Grand Assassin could hear its complaints.

[Speaking of Grand Rank... Host, don't you think there's something wrong with that Grand Rank gun?]

"Hmm? Is there a problem? I think everything's normal?"

Li Ang recalled the ancestor who couldn't stop talking about Rome, but found nothing wrong.

[But don't you think this is all too normal, host?]

The system raised its own questions.

"Hmph... Is this normal?"

Li Ang pinched his chin.

Well, in the eyes of others, this god-ancestor who shouts "Rome" all day long is simply a psychopath.

Is this kind of behavior considered normal?

Although he proclaimed himself Roman, he showed no special favor to the little girl Neil, nor did he express any opinion about the current Roman Empire; he simply played the role of a gladiator obediently.

They talk about Rome, but it's all just a formality.

"I see."

Upon hearing this answer, Li Ang suddenly understood.

He hadn't paid any attention to Romulus, but after the funeral system said that, Romulus's behavior did become suspicious.

If Romulus really has something going on, then what he's plotting is definitely not small.

Dogs that truly bite don't bark randomly; the more normal this divine ancestor acts, the more dangerous he is.

but……

"Could it be him? He's a champion gunner..."

Li Ang couldn't believe that this Divine Ancestor might be the mastermind behind everything.

[Host, is there a rule in Type-Moon that Grand Order characters can't be villains? Besides, the other party wasn't even summoned in a Grand Order form.]

The system's words left Li Ang speechless.

"Mourning System, when did you discover that he had a problem?"

[It was just a simple process of elimination. Since the first six Servants were all normal, the seventh one must be problematic, right? Then we worked backward from the result. It's very simple logical reasoning.]

"What kind of logical reasoning is this?!" Li Ang exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. "Deriving causes from results is a major taboo in logical thinking!"

Who says that followers have to be the ones causing trouble?

Aren't all seven Greek followers on the Chaldean side?

However, since the system of mourning has put forward this conjecture, Li Ang felt it was necessary to verify it.

After all, besides this guess, Li Ang has no other guesses to make right now.

and so……

“Hey, Morgan.”

Li Ang shifted his attention away from the exciting fight and took Morgan's wrist.

"Hey, Li Ang, do you have feelings for me now?" Morgan laughed without any restraint. "It's getting late~"

“I just have a question for you, and I hope you will tell me the truth,” Li Ang said seriously.

"Oh? What do you want to ask?"

Morgan turned her head and looked intently at Li Ang, her focused expression like that of a child seeking the truth of all things, as if she were not the one being questioned.

"The Holy Grail, what's the deal with the Holy Grail you gave to Artoria?"

"Oh, so you finally asked that question."

Morgan chuckled, seemingly unimpressed by Leon's question.

"Are you thinking that my offering of the Holy Grail to my sister might be part of some kind of scheme?" Morgan's words were filled with deep resentment. "My sister again, why can't it be me?"

Li Ang remained silent, realizing that he and Morgan were no longer on the same wavelength.

Morgan thought that Leon was standing on Britain's side and wanted to support Artoria.

But in reality, Li Ang only wanted to confirm the origin of the Holy Grail in order to deduce the situation of the singularity.

Li Ang glanced at the arena; the battle between Arjuna and Lancelot was still ongoing.

After confirming that neither side would gain the upper hand in the short term, Li Ang asked, "Why do you say that?"

Instead of focusing solely on his own problems like some fools do, he first started communicating with Morgan.

From Morgan's words, Li Ang sensed her obsession. Unless Li Ang gave this witch a satisfactory answer, she would definitely continue to pester him.

In that case, the quickest way for Li Ang to get an answer is to first work on Morgan's mindset so that she will cooperate.

"Why did you choose my sister instead of me?" Morgan said coldly. "I'm clearly more deserving."

"If you compare yourself to Artoria, then you are indeed more qualified, but at that time I was facing Morgan and Arthur."

Li Ang answered slowly.

This is a fact; male heirs have a far greater advantage than female heirs.

Although this wasn't Li Ang's original reason for choosing "Arthur," it's perfectly reasonable to have this reason.

"And now?!" Morgan pressed.

“Now it’s even simpler,” Li Ang replied without hesitation. “I’m closer to Artoria than to you.”

Leon's overly straightforward answer left Morgan speechless; it was far too "plain and unadorned."

Morgan, feeling indignant, retorted, "That's because my sister was willing to take off her clothes and lie naked in your bed... If that's the case, then your relationship is indeed very good."

"That's not the point."

Li Ang awkwardly touched his nose; the words were so blunt that he couldn't respond.

“This is the point!”

Morgan said defiantly.

“That’s not the point. The point is that Artoria is more like a queen than you are,” Li Ang explained patiently. “You don’t have the mindset a queen should have.”

“I have! I’ve done so much for this country! Several important knights of the Round Table are my children! I have a greater right to a woman than she does!”

"But! But you all chose her, not me!"

"Why?! Why didn't any of you choose me?!"

In the end, Morgan burst into a roar, indicating that she had been holding these words in for a long time.

Fortunately, everyone in the VIP box was focused on the game and didn't notice the argument behind them.

“I don’t deny what you’ve done for Britain, but Artoria has done far more than you have.”

Leon's explanation failed to convince Morgan.

"If I were king, I would do far more than she did! I didn't do those things because I don't have the power of a king! Why can't you let me try?!"

“That’s the difference between you and Artoria. You see the throne as power, but she sees it as responsibility.”

"But……"

“Back then, when I stopped Artoria from drawing her sword, I asked her a question: If a king has to prove to everyone that he is a king through a sword, then he is not worthy of possessing this sword that symbolizes royal power.”

"Back then, Artoria gave up her sword. What about you? Will you give it up?"

"I……"

Morgan wanted to say that he would also give up, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.