I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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Looking into the raven's eyes, Morgan understood Kenneth's meaning. He stroked the raven's black feathers, and Morgan made his decision.

As she stood up and pushed open the door to the room, Artoria, sensing Morgan's presence, immediately became wary.

"Sis...Sis!! What are you doing here?!"

Ignoring Artoria's wariness, Morgan walked straight past her and placed his fingertip on Irisviel's brow. Blue magic surged from Irisviel's body, and Morgan memorized the data containing the supreme crystallization of the Einzbern family.

"So the soul really is entangled with that thing? A rudimentary security mechanism."

Although she doesn't understand the technology of androids, as a witch bathed in the afterglow of the Age of Gods, not understanding doesn't mean Morgan can't solve it. Morgan may not be able to separate the Lesser Grail from Irisviel's core, but she can definitely separate Irisviel's soul and consciousness.

Morgan withdrew his finger and looked at the wary Artoria with a strange smile in his eyes.

"Lily, you don't want Irisviel to suffer any longer, do you?"

Under the influence of her ancestral intuition, the ahoge on Artoria's head suddenly stood up; her intuition told her that Morgan was lusting after her.

The chill of the birth of Mordred sent a shiver down Artoria's spine. She covered her face and took several steps back, but the thought of Irisviel's current situation made her waver.

"Do you have a way, Sister Mo...?"

Faced with the harsh reality, Artoria's voice softened, and a smile curled at the corner of her lips beneath the black veil. Morgan brazenly scrutinized Artoria until she felt a chill run down her spine before finally looking away.

"There must be a way, but Lily, what can you offer to convince me?"

With an air of waiting for the right price and radiating charm, Morgan sat down beside Irisviel with a smile.

"I…"

Upon closer reflection, Artoria realized that she truly had nothing to offer.

“Saber, it’s alright, I’m prepared. This was always meant to be mine…”

"What did you do to Alice! Morgan... Sister!!"

Seeing Irisviel suddenly fall into a coma, Artoria, who had been somewhat hesitant, immediately lifted Irisviel up as she was about to fall to the ground, and stared intently at Morgan, who had a smile on his face.

“I didn’t do anything. I just didn’t want her to interrupt our sisterly chat. What do you think, Lily?”

"You guy!!"

Glaring at Morgan, Artoria, after confirming that Irisviel was unharmed, sat down opposite Morgan with a grim expression.

Chapter Seventy-Five is very energetic!

Her delicate face contorted in pain. The return of Berserker's spirit origin subjected Irisviel, the vessel of the Lesser Grail, to a burden far exceeding human capacity. In a daze, through her connection with the Lesser Grail, Irisviel saw a burly man parting the rain curtain to look at the other side of the sea, at the Chalk City scorched by war.

Watching Irisviel, who was plagued by nightmares, Artoria, kneeling in front of the tatami mat, carefully tidied the blankets for her. Remembering the conditions Morgan had proposed, a deep struggle flashed across Artoria's face.

"Saber, is it still not dawn...?"

A slightly weary voice sounded in her ear. Looking at Alice Phil, who was soaked in cold sweat in front of her, Artoria's mental dam was completely breached by the torrent of emotion.

"Well, it's four in the morning, it's still early, Alice, you should get some more sleep."

Artoria smoothed the strands of hair that were stuck to Irisviel's forehead with cold sweat, revealing a smile that could bring Morgan to tears. She gently patted the thin blanket covering Irisviel, and as Irisviel's breathing became more even, her pale green eyes revealed a resolute determination. Artoria quietly got up and left the room.

Opening the door, with her lips pursed, Artoria resolutely walked towards Morgan, who was already waiting in the corridor.

"Let's move away; this will disturb her rest."

Faced with Artoria's sinful words, which subtly revealed a sense of immorality, Morgan felt a sudden excitement. Suppressing the urge to pin Artoria down and bully her, and imagining the shameful expression of someone who had to control herself and not make a sound even when angry, Morgan walked lightly toward the gazebo in the backyard.

Shaking her head, Morgan dismissed the pinkish thoughts from her mind. She could still tell the difference between a full meal and a regular meal. She had tasted Artoria's flavor a thousand years ago and had quenched her thirst these past few days. Now, Morgan wanted to take things a step further, preferably to the kind of sisterly relationship where they could be completely honest with each other.

"Sister, if you can save Alice, I will agree to all your conditions during the Holy Grail War."

Morgan paused, turned around after stepping out of the room, and placed a meaningful look on Artoria.

"Is that so? Then how should you call me now, Lily?"

Artoria clenched her fists and bit down hard.

"Onesama!!"

At this moment, Artoria seemed to have used up all her strength to shout this out. However, Morgan, as a witch, was naturally not satisfied with Artoria's bitter and resentful address.

"Make your voice softer, and add a final note."

"Are you humiliating me? I...I'll do it, I'll do it, okay? Please, sister, you must save Alice."

Sensing that Morgan was about to use a Command Spell again, with a sense of desolation as if she were facing certain death, Artoria closed her eyes.

“Ou↑Nei↑Sama↓”

"No power! The sound is too soft to hear! Try again! You think you can save Alice with such a soft voice?!"

“O↑Nei↑Sama↑”

"Great!! Very energetic, let's do it again! Hold the last syllable longer!!"

“Ooh↑ne↑sa~ma~~”

......

As Aozaki Aoko tactically passed by, she noticed Morgan's passionate "training" of Artoria. After thinking about her long conversations with Morgan over the past few nights, Aoko hesitated, shook her head, and excitedly started watching the live stream after taking out a slice of watermelon.

Following the example of Mencius' mother moving three times, Kiritsugu Emiya, under the cover of Archer, carried the unconscious Rin Tohsaka and sped through the forests of Fuyuki City. Golden ripples spread across the sky, carrying Noble Phantasms powerful enough to crush the mysteries of modern magic, raining down on Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Hahaha, a sewer rat like you is only fit to flee before me. Do everything you can to please me!! Hahaha—"

Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor and with his arms crossed, lightly leaped between the treetops, watching Kiritsugu Emiya flee in all directions amidst the rain of swords. With a gleeful heart, Gilgamesh shot a spear toward Kiritsugu Emiya's side.

The earth and rocks shattered, but Kiritsugu Emiya, who was holding Rin Tohsaka, didn't care about the shards that splashed on him. He pushed off the ground with both feet, turned around, and disappeared into the forest on the other side. His expression remained calm. When he heard the demonic laughter behind him, Kiritsugu Emiya's magic circuits lit up, and he suddenly accelerated several times to get away from the relentless attack.

Yawning, Gilgamesh, having had his fill of fun, snapped his fingers. The ripples that had gathered behind him suddenly expanded, and a chilling silver light was aimed directly at the fleeing Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Since you're putting so much effort into pleasing me, I'll grant you death, you mongrel!"

Two mythical prototype Noble Phantasms shot towards Kiritsugu Emiya below, one after the other. Realizing that Gilgamesh had no intention of continuing the game, Kiritsugu estimated the distance and activated his Inherent Control. His hemoglobin burned once more, and the world before Kiritsugu's eyes seemed to slow down as if it had been put on slow motion. He turned, overflowed, and flipped, dodging the two Noble Phantasms before plunging headfirst into the ravine ahead.

"Oh, you've got some skills, huh? Well, it seems I'll have to get interested too."

The Vimana, fueled by mercury, slowly emerged from the royal treasure. The celestial vessel, made of gold and emeralds, appeared in front of Kiritsugu Emiya in a flash. Looking down at the ants below, Gilgamesh, propping his head up, slightly pointed his index finger, and four Noble Phantasms shot out, completely blocking Kiritsugu Emiya's escape route.

The rising smoke completely engulfed the mountain stream below. He slightly raised his eyelids and sensed an additional aura below. Eight Noble Phantasms slowly emerged from behind Gilgamesh.

"So you've finally come out, you bastard!"

As the smoke cleared, the seven-ringed light of the Blazing Sky steadily enveloped Kiritsugu Emiya. Looking down at Archer below, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, and eight different Noble Phantasms suddenly aimed at Archer.

"You bastard, you're a fake, aren't you?!"

Faced with Gilgamesh's sudden surge of murderous intent, Archer calmly projected Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, looking expressionlessly at Gilgamesh, who seemed to want to grow his eyes to the top of his head.

"King of Heroes, do you still have enough Noble Phantasms in reserve?"

With veins bulging on his forehead, Gilgamesh felt a sharp pain in his elbow upon hearing these words. The Noble Phantasm floating behind him doubled in power, instantly engulfing the ravine below.

With a 'whoosh', the fake Spiral Sword tore through the dust and hurtled towards Vimana above. Just as Gilgamesh was about to summon his Noble Phantasm to shatter the fake, crimson cracks appeared, and the fake Spiral Sword exploded the moment it touched the Noble Phantasm. By the time Gilgamesh turned his gaze back to the ravine below, Archer and Kiritsugu Emiya had already disappeared.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!! You mere mongrel! You think you can escape after gazing upon my glory? Don't you think you're putting me in your eyes, you mongrel—!!"

His handsome face was replaced by a ferocious expression. Vimana's wings suddenly unfurled, and he casually took a treasure from the royal treasure and threw it into the air. Vimana, transformed into golden light, sped off in the direction where Emiya Kiritsugu had fled.

Chapter 76 Rin Tohsaka

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"Sister, this is a banquet for kings, dressing like this will embarrass Camelot!!"

Under Morgan's tyranny, Artoria awkwardly walked out of the room, one hand covering her chest and the other pressing down on her skirt. Her flowing hair ribbon tightly bound her blonde hair, and the swaying skirt made Artoria feel a chill below her.

As fellow Casters, Morgan's aesthetic sense was remarkably similar to Medea's ten years later. Looking at the youthful Artoria before him, Morgan's heart skipped a beat.

"No, you must obey my orders unconditionally during the Holy Grail War. Lily, you don't want that homunculus to suffer, do you?"

Under Morgan's arrogant speech, Artoria, who had been struggling, took a deep breath and lowered her arm from her dress with shame and indignation in her eyes.

"Is this more like it? Come on, I'll teach you the proper manners of a Pendragon woman. If you dare to be even slightly careless, Lily, I can't guarantee the safety of that homunculus."

And so, under Morgan's constant threats, Artoria, trembling in her seven-centimeter heels, began to learn how to be a lady.

Seeing how Artoria could wear a gown like armor and walk with such a powerful stride, Morgan, furious, slapped Artoria on the butt.

"Your body is too tense, leaning forward too much!!"

"Relax your shoulders, yes, just like that, let your hands hang naturally in front of you, lean forward slightly, don't hunch your back."

'Snapped! '

Ignoring Artoria's angry glare, Morgan calmly withdrew his hand from Artoria's chest.

Do as I say.

Meeting Morgan's serious gaze and remembering Irisviel's tired appearance, Artoria hesitated. In that instant of hesitation, Morgan grabbed Artoria's waist.

"Tuck in your stomach, don't tense it up so much!"

Her body shuddered involuntarily. Forced by the cruel reality, Artoria finally succumbed to Morgan's tyranny. Staring at Artoria, who was being played with by Morgan, Aozaki Aoko, who had been watching the drama unfold, let out a burp without any regard for her image.

Just as Morgan was applying oil to Artoria, the BGM of "Brave, Brave, My Friend" started playing in the forests of Fuyuki City. Emiya Kiritsugu, transformed into a running man, slid down a slope covered with gravel in a flash. Facing the relentless, demonic laughter chasing behind him, Archer jumped and projected the Red Plains Hound onto the bowstring.

Faced with this Noble Phantasm that would relentlessly pursue its target no matter how many times it was shot down, as long as the archer survived, Gilgamesh casually took out its prototype demonic sword from the treasury and threw it out.

"You worthless counterfeit, who gave you the audacity to bark before me?! You mongrel!!"

In mythology, Beowulf's demonic sword, which slayed the water demon, flew straight towards Archer's heart while shattering the Red Hound. As a projection master, Archer, whose entire body was made of steel, used his super-powered eyes to create an identical demonic sword. He nocked it, fired it, and chanted the spell of illusion collapse. The hastily projected, weakened version of the demonic sword barely managed to destroy the demonic sword that Gilgamesh casually threw.

"A fake is a fake. It reeks of counterfeiting. How dare you, a lowly cultivator, touch my treasures! Die, you fool!!"

A luminous green light shot out from Vimana's jewel-like wings, and countless rays sealed off the space of the surrounding mountains and forests. A surge of magical power began to brew from above. Sensing that Gilgamesh was going to get serious, a bead of cold sweat slid down Red A's temple.

"That guy's serious now, I can't block his next attack."

"How are the preparations for the ritual coming along?"

With an ancient nuclear warhead hovering overhead, facing Gilgamesh's overwhelming power, Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze flickered rapidly.

"It's barely enough for one person to evacuate. There won't be a second chance. I can retreat on my own."

Looking at the still unconscious Rin Tohsaka, Kiritsugu Emiya weighed the pros and cons. The transfer magic was only enough for one person to use. Rin Tohsaka was a necessity to deal with Tokiomi Tohsaka. To destroy him, one must drive him mad. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and blue light shone from his feet. The moment he threw Rin Tohsaka away, Kiritsugu Emiya drew the pistol from his waist.

'Bang!'

On the eve of his body's disappearance, Kiritsugu Emiya pulled the trigger. Archer's eyes narrowed, and on the eve of his spirit transformation, he threw a dagger toward Rin Tohsaka. The crisp sound of the dagger being struck was drowned out by the mushroom cloud that rose up the next moment. Vimana, trailing a green glow, tore through the bursting fireball and flew out at high speed. Behind the golden shield, Rin Tohsaka was lying quietly on Vimana's deck.

"Although it's a fake, it still has some backbone. Since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you off the hook today."

Carrying the unconscious Rin Tohsaka, Gilgamesh, who had not yet undergone the baptism of the black mud, transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the church in Fuyuki City. After confirming that Gilgamesh had gone far away, Archer finally dispelled his spirit form and stepped out from the distant mountain.

"Gilgamesh, what a troublesome fellow!"

After cleaning up the mess he left behind, Red A left the scene before the fire department arrived. A while later, the belated fire department was bewildered by the sight of the still-burning scorched earth below.

"Captain, how should we announce this to the public? Several TV stations are waiting outside. Is it going to be another gas explosion?"

"fart!!"

The fire chief slapped the team member on the head and cursed angrily:

"What the hell is this gas explosion? Where would you find gas pipelines in the mountains? Even methane gas is more reliable than you. Tell me it's a meteorite impact! What are you doing putting out the fire? Just stand there!"

Rubbing his head, the fire chief, who had been running around like crazy due to the mysterious explosions, kicked away the rubble in frustration.

Back at the church in Fuyuki City, Gilgamesh left the still unconscious Rin Tohsaka with Kirei Kotomine, then skillfully took a wine glass from the wine cabinet and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"Speaking of which, Kirei, isn't your job to monitor the other Masters?"

Ignoring Rin Tohsaka, who had been left aside by Gilgamesh, Kirei Kotomine picked up a Bible and began to read it. After completing his daily prayers, he walked over to Gilgamesh.

"Yes, these things can be left to Assassin, why ask these questions?"

Stroking the gleaming wine glass, Gilgamesh draped his right arm behind his head.

"There should be one or two interesting guys among them, at least more interesting than Tokiomi, you understand?"

His dark eyes flickered a few times, and Kirei Kotomine unconsciously tightened his grip on the Bible.

“Alright, Archer, I promise you, but it will take time.”

"It's alright, I will wait patiently. Don't disappoint me, Kirei."

Gilgamesh put down his wine glass and disappeared into the church. Gazing at the wine still rippling in his glass, Kirei Kotomine casually tossed the Bible in his hand into the trash can.

Chapter 77 Preparations by All Parties

Satisfied, Morgan squeezed Artoria's front armor. Under Morgan's intensive training, Artoria had finally suppressed her overbearing aura to some extent.