"..."
"..."
Leaving aside Olga Marie, even Ian was somewhat taken aback when he heard who the newcomer was.
Because he had neither summoned Artoria, with whom he had long since made a pact, nor Mordred, who wanted to flush him away.
Putting aside the virtuous wife Kiyohime for the moment, even Jeanne [Alter], who had turned into the Savior Witch due to the change in world lines, did not appear.
The one who arrived here was that Fairy Consort, Morgan?
"What?"
Sensing that the atmosphere seemed a bit off, Morgan's gaze swept over everyone present.
"Is my existence unwelcome even here?"
Morgan's voice was cold and clear, as if she was long accustomed to such situations.
Rather than questioning, it was more like she was confirming certain facts.
"So, so heavy a grudge—"
Olga Marie couldn't help but say in her heart.
She had heard a little about the story of King Arthur, so she naturally understood Morgan's status within it.
She completely dared not speak...
It felt like a single slip-up would ignite a bomb.
Olga Marie subconsciously looked at Ian, only to find that the other party seemed to be thinking about something.
Indeed, that was the case—
Ian was indeed thinking about something.
Unlike Olga Marie who could only roughly sense the surface, as Morgan's Master, Ian could perceive something deeper.
This was a relationship naturally formed by the identities of Master and Servant.
But—
Apart from this feeling, the ability granted to Ian by [Slaanesh] also allowed him to perceive Morgan herself.
Very powerful.
The reason for this seemed to be that she simultaneously utilized Artoria's Spirit Origin and Mordred's Spirit Origin, resulting in the appearance of her, who shouldn't have appeared.
Besides that, Jeanne [Alter]'s Spirit Origin likely influenced the directness, while Kiyohime dominated the personality changes.
One could say—
This was a "Fairy Consort" who shouldn't exist.
A "miracle" born from mixing four types of Spirit Origins; in a sense, she was likely a "product" of the changed world line, just like Metatron.
Absolutely...
Cannot let her run away.
"Director, Da Vinci, excuse me for a moment—"
Ian grabbed Morgan's hand, and then, under the gaze of Olga Marie and Da Vinci, left without looking back.
"Truly impressive."
Da Vinci narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"Even though that is someone like a resentful woman, he can take her hand so proactively?"
"Eh, did you notice it too?"
Olga Marie was somewhat surprised.
"Of course I noticed—" Da Vinci maintained her unhurried manner. "After all, I created those Spirit Origins. To completely occupy four of them or something... if there wasn't absolute resentment, it would be impossible to do, right?"
"This..."
Meanwhile, in front of the Chaldea Pseudo-Earth Model, CHALDEAS.
Ignoring the gazes of a bunch of staff members, Ian brought Morgan all the way here.
Before the rotating sphere lingering with blue light, he and she stopped.
"Why do you have no reaction at all?"
Ian looked at her beside him.
"Aren't you going to ask what I want to do?"
"That kind of thing is meaningless." Morgan said calmly. "If a person really wants to do something, others cannot stop them."
"Just like that idiot sister of mine."
"However—"
The Witch's eyes became serious.
"Although nominally you are indeed my Master, I have not yet confirmed your qualifications."
"Prove it to me—rest assured, even if you don't have the qualifications, I won't hurt you. It's just that in that case, I will leave on my own."
As Morgan said this, a blade quickly transformed in her hand.
She pointed it at her own heart; the meaning was self-evident.
"Anyway, there is nothing worth lingering for here for me."
"Should I say, as expected of the legendary Fairy Consort?"
Seeing Morgan's attitude, which was calm to the point of being excessive, Ian's interest increased instead.
Such a person, once recruited, would become an extremely reliable partner.
"I understand."
"In that case—"
"I will share everything of mine with you without reservation."
Saying so, Ian lifted Morgan's chin and began to look into her eyes.
This was an extremely ambiguous action, but neither she nor he had any such thoughts.
The man turned into a black shadow, beginning to envelop the Fairy Consort.
The equivalent despair accumulated over thousands of cycles rapidly flowed into Morgan's body.
Logically speaking—
An ordinary person would likely have been unable to withstand it and collapsed by now.
But Morgan at this moment showed a state of accepting it all even more.
Her eyes widened, and her breathing began to synchronize.
Until the end—
She smiled.
"You are..."
"Nothing." Morgan stopped her smile. "I just think you are very foolish."
"Foolish...?"
"Mn."
Morgan, in turn, lifted Ian's cheek.
"Is it really necessary to spend so much effort just to save one person?"
"What about you, Morgan—"
"Didn't you also become like this just to destroy one person?"
Morgan's expression froze for an instant, followed by a sneer.
"You understand very well how to attack a person's weakness, Master."
"Likewise."
"However, I think I have a condition that you absolutely cannot refuse."
"Condition...?"
After the conversation just now, Morgan had some recognition of the man before her.
"What condition?"
"You, should want to prove that you are better than Artoria, right?"
Ian said softly.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have forcibly appeared at this time."
"So what if I do?"
Morgan was not in a hurry to answer.
Her experience as the Fairy Consort had long made her understand how foolish it is to express one's attitude in advance.
"If so, I can give you a chance."
"As long as you are willing to go with me to various Singularities, it is possible to meet various Artorias..."
"Are you serious?!"
Morgan's expression became anxious.
"Of course I am serious—"
"You can even gain the chance to duel Artoria in front of Mordred."
"If you can win at that time..."
"..."
Morgan's pupils trembled, and she inhaled slightly.
"You, really seem like a demon."
"Only demons can be efficient, Princess of Britain."
"How about it?"
Ian extended his hand towards Morgan.
"Do you want to trust me?"
"..."
"I finally know why I responded, apart from that idiot sister."
Morgan smiled and held the hand extended by Ian.
"Please take care of me, Master—"
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