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

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Surprisingly, Ald, who was created by Morgan based on the third seat of the Knights of the Round Table, showed his existence to Ald. However, after examining Ald for a while, Ald threw the cage to Gray, who was about to cry.

"Now that you've earned his approval, don't show this weakling! My gun won't fire at a guy who only knows how to back down!"

Having glimpsed Yad's true nature and noticed the lingering resentment behind the pseudo-personality, Black Saber surprisingly said something kind. Although this encouragement sounded almost like a threat, Blue Saber, who had been competing with Black Saber for a long time, clearly sensed the thoughts of another version of herself.

"It really was you, Kai? Still as worried as ever... If... you were still here back then, things might not have turned out so badly..."

As for Kai, Da Mao's feelings are very complicated. It can be said that Kai, as Da Mao's sworn brother, has witnessed Da Mao's life. Moreover, even among a group of twisted fans of the King, Kai is one of the few who unconditionally accepts all of Da Mao's choices. Although he has come to terms with it and is eating and drinking as he pleases, Da Mao always feels a sense of melancholy when he thinks about the past.

Looking at Grey, who resembles her, the ahoge (cowlick) that is now considered an old lady was caught in a flashback of her life. Especially when she heard the tone of Yard's voice when he was lecturing Grey, the ahoge's thoughts uncontrollably returned to the days when she practiced swordsmanship with Kai during the day and dreamed of being tutored by Merlin at night.

"Your name is Grey, right? I already know about your situation. Appearance is just a facade; what truly determines a person is their heart. Lift your head. You are not a copy of anyone. As long as your heart remains the same, you will always be yourself."

As the powerful words rang out, Gray, who had been keeping her head down, felt a hand lift her chin. Meeting those clear eyes, the silver-white Knight King displayed his charm in guiding the people to the trembling Gray.

"Is she... the real King Arthur? Such dazzling light... is this... the end we've been searching for?"

Feeling the charismatic leadership that Blue Daisy was about to unleash, Gray, who had been filled with anxiety, felt a long-lost sense of peace. Especially with that warm-looking quilt, Gray actually had the urge to curl up in it and sleep, even though it was impolite.

"Tch! You've completely lost your kingly demeanor, yet you still manage to act like this. Disgusting!"

With her usual disdainful expression, Black Saber looked down on Blue Saber's aura. As a tyrant who ruled Britain with violence, Black Saber felt that this kind of verbal encouragement made her want to vomit the hamburger she had just eaten.

"Was that person also King Arthur? The black King Arthur, he seems really hard to get along with QAQ... Judging from her tone just now, did she dislike me a lot...? Well, I guess I was only created by imitating her..."

Seeing that Grey was becoming withdrawn under the influence of Alter's aura, Alter, who, although she had no human heart, had a slight understanding of human nature, appropriately placed her hand on Grey's head, which was covered by her hood.

"Don't worry about her, child. She's just a tyrant whose brain is greasy with junk food. In the name of King Arthur, I acknowledge that you are not a copy. You are still a girl from Wales! Grey!"

Enjoying Blue Daisy's head pat, Gray finally understood why everyone in the village respected the legendary King Arthur so much. The confusion that had been building up for years dissipated, and for a moment, Gray felt a desire to offer her loyalty to the person in front of her.

"What did you say? Hamburgers and soda are what Wang Weiyi likes! What right do you, a cake-loving girl with blood sugar that's practically off the charts, have to talk to me like that!"

With a clang, Black Saber drew his red and black holy sword, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to have a go with the seemingly serious Blue Saber. Just as the two knight kings were about to fight, the priest Fernando, who was staying at the church, quickly looked to Mordred for help.

"Waaaaah! Even my father has never encouraged me like this, so why is it that guy doing it!"

Well, watching Mordred being pulled away by Blue Saber and forced to eat lemons, and feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, the priest who had spent his entire life running this church felt that he might be about to die here.

A dark light emanated from the hilt of the sword, and the stained glass shattered with the vibration of the air. Seeing that Black Saber wanted to fight him again, Blue Saber, whose eyes were narrowed, stopped and turned his head to appease him.

"I don't want to have a pointless fight with you, and you don't want Sister Wang to come back and find this place gone, do you?"

Although it was shameful, Blue Alter, whose brain was already smeared with cream, immediately brought up Morgan. As Blue Alter had predicted, upon hearing the witch's name, Black Alter, who had been eager to throw curry sticks just a second ago, immediately froze on the spot.

"Tch! That pair of scoundrels! One day I'll make them live with fear! Yes! That day will come! That day will come!"

The more he spoke, the less confident he became. Finally, Black Saber dispelled the Holy Sword from his heart, glanced at Mordred who was still tingling, and, disgusted by Blue Saber's Holy Light, said unhappily:

"Mordred! Come with me to inspect my territory! Let me see how much of my loyal subjects still retain their former selves!"

Carrying Mordred out of the church, Blackie headed towards the distant village.

"Oh well, let her be."

As fellow ahoge (cowlicks), even though Black Saber hid it well, Blue Saber sensed the thoughts in Black Saber's eyes: that different-colored self wanted to see how her subjects, who still believed in her a thousand years later, were doing. Even though her personality had changed, Artoria was still Artoria. Watching Black Saber leave, Blue Saber continued to comfort the girl who carried the expectations of others.

Chapter 286 The Eighth Contract

Deep within the Blackmore cemetery, after physically exorcising several waves of evil spirits, Kenneth, led by Morgan, arrived at the depths of the catacombs. Looking at the almost magical installation before him, even the worldly-wise Kenneth couldn't help but hold his breath for a moment.

"It's a pity that its computing power is still insufficient, otherwise it would save a lot of trouble."

Logos React, one of the seven weapons of the Atlas Institute. The Re-enactment Device can generate a limited observation space based on input conditions and conduct hypothetical experiments to interfere with the world. Morgan demanded that the Atlas Institute use the device to re-enact the possibility of Artoria based on the contract with the Atlas Institute. However, unfortunately, the device has too many side effects and cannot meet Chaldea's needs for calculating the past and future.

"Is the computing power insufficient? That makes sense, after all, the applications of this device are different from those of the spirit particle verification device."

As he spoke, Morgan drew a golden dagger from his sleeve. Looking at the surging spirit before him, this artifact, specialized for spirit and soul, instantly merged into the re-emerging spirit.

"You really went all out. Even though it's a fake, it still bears some resemblance to King Arthur. How could you be so cruel?"

"Now that I know it's a fake, how could I show any mercy? I'm a witch to the core, aren't I?"

Morgan rolled her eyes at Kenneth with a charming expression, then absorbed the frail spirit into her vessel. Noticing Morgan's action, Kenneth pondered for a moment before revealing a look of sudden realization.

"Is that so? You intend to use this unfinished spirit to attack Rungominiad, but that's not enough. Although I've never seen it before, I don't think the consciousness of a god is so fragile."

No matter how it's reenacted, the spiritual entity Morgan created ultimately remains at the human level, and in an extremely unstable state. To use such a spiritual entity to shake the god-level Rungominiad is truly like trying to stir a water jar with chopsticks.

Faced with Kenneth's insightful observation, Morgan carefully stored away her spiritual body and gave Kenneth a charming smile. She pressed her finger to her lips and her pink tongue stirred, taking her fingertip into her mouth.

"Hmm~ the taste is still there. Didn't I win the previous competition? Would the Demon Lord bully a weak woman like me?"

At this moment, Morgan was like a fairy stirring up Kenneth's reason. It has to be said that in terms of seduction, Morgan was far superior to that worthless succubus.

"Huh? Trash? Where did that guy go? Never mind, he's just a piece of trash anyway."

Not wanting to waste any more time on such a scoundrel, Kenneth quickly forgot about Mary, who was still dusting off on the outside of the world, and looked at Morgan, whose eyes were starting to sparkle with hearts. Kenneth reached out and lifted up the pretty face that was hidden by the veil.

"Demons won't bully weak women, but they will lust after witches. Be patient for a while, after all, guests are coming soon."

As Morgan activated Logos React, Tsbia, who had just entered Brakmoya, sensed the unusual movement of the weapon. At that moment, the Dean of the Atlas Institute was rushing towards the underground tomb at a speed beyond the limits of physics.

"That Tsbia? He's quick on his feet, but oh well, the night is long after all."

Casting a provocative glance at Kenneth, Morgan, representing the extremes, now thoroughly enjoys the sense of security and fulfillment that comes with the irresistible pleasure she has experienced. If the circumstances were not so unfortunate, Morgan, as the representative of the extremes, would love to be enveloped by that overwhelming malice at all times.

Just as Kenneth and Morgan were chatting idly, approaching footsteps echoed from the underground cemetery. Realizing that guests had arrived, Morgan immediately lost her coquettish charm and reverted to her usual cold indifference.

"I never expected that it would be you, the descendant of the End Witch, who would end the ritual."

With his blond hair draped in a different color and dressed in a classic robe, Tsbia appeared in front of Logos React as soon as the voice fell. After confirming that the device in front of him was not damaged, the Dean of the Atlas Institute, who had been in office for six hundred years, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

To be honest, Kenneth was very interested in the now-dead Tsbia. The Roman orthodoxy was... cough cough, the magic orthodoxy was just for fun at the Clock Tower. The real fighter was the Atlas Institute. The fact that it could react to Goetia's Humanity Burning Cry showed how deep the Atlas Institute was. The fact that it could rule such an institution for a thousand years showed Tsbia's skill and ability.

"Sir, are you interested in my existence? I imagine there are quite a few people like me who are pursuing miracles."

“I am very interested, after all, your potential has the qualities to become a phenomenon.”

Upon hearing Kenneth's words, Tsbia's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. He had considered countless possibilities for himself, one of which was to become a fellow citizen of the Blackwing Lord, who was closely connected with the land beneath his feet, and to inherit the name of the vampire from the Romanian legend, Wallachia Night. However, this possibility had been eliminated 1,700 years ago. How did the man before him know about this possibility that had been decided by the world?

Once the idea took hold, it wouldn't leave his mind. Silently activating the Logos React in front of him, Tsbia long considered the possibility of evolving Kenneth. However, after only a few seconds, the surrounding magic grid began to riot, the underground cave turned red and changed color, and the solid rock instantly turned into red sand. With a hum, as the Logos React stopped, Tsbia, bleeding from all seven orifices, looked incredulously at Kenneth, who was still standing in the same spot.

"It's incredible that you were able to continue the future even when there was no possibility of it being severed. Your strength is beyond my comprehension."

"To think I could see that... it seems I underestimated the Atlas Academy's capabilities. In that case, have you calculated my purpose for being here?"

Tsbia's abilities have exceeded Kenneth's expectations. Both are immortal beings, but an old bug is still a bug. Tsbia, however, can glimpse a corner of Kenneth through calculations. This is beyond the scope of magic. Tsbia has definitely seen traces of law. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand Kenneth's world-shaking cause and effect.

"Unfortunately, with my abilities, I can only calculate up to the moment you stepped into the outer world. The subsequent timelines are beyond my comprehension. However, given your current state, I think you have already achieved a miracle."

With a smile, Kenneth then turned his gaze to the damaged evolution device.

"What a pity about this thing. If the materials that make it up were purer, I think it might really have the ability to evolve the world."

Magic, soul, and spirit merged. The moment the crystal, shimmering with seven-colored light, appeared, Tsbia's breath caught in his throat. The Philosopher's Stone, a high-purity Philosopher's Stone, a purity currently unattainable by magic. With this, Logos React... no! Not just Logos React, but the entire Atlas Academy could achieve a qualitative leap.

Looking at Kenneth, who was just smiling and not saying a word, Zybia, after composing himself, pulled out a piece of parchment from the imaginary space with trembling hands. It looked very familiar to Morgan.

"Your Excellency, in exchange for the eighth Atlas Pact established here, we wish to obtain enough Philosopher's Stones from you."

The Atlas Institute has always insisted that its research results are only made public to itself, and any exceptions can only be made by using the "contracts" issued by the Atlas Institute in the past. Shion exchanged the newly issued eighth contract for a year of time to stay on the blank Earth in the Wandering Sea, and now, Tsbia has issued the eighth contract ahead of schedule, his purpose being only to obtain a sufficient amount of high-purity Philosopher's Stone from Kenneth.

Although he had suspected it beforehand, Kenneth still felt he had missed out on something when it came to the Philosopher's Stone's allure to these alchemists. Realizing that his plan might be going even more smoothly than he had imagined, Kenneth tossed the Philosopher's Stone to Tsbia while taking the black contract. Then, to Tsbia's bewildered expression, Kenneth placed the newly issued contract in front of him.

“I, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, hereby invoke the eighth contract of the Atlas Institute to command the Atlas Institute to construct the Spirit Particle Calculation Device Trismegistus at the fastest speed, with the full strength of the Institute.”

As the rules from a thousand years ago manifested, at this moment, all the alchemists of the Atlas Institute who inherited the Blood Ring felt the power of the contract. Looking at Kenneth's smiling face, Tsbia, who was blinded by the Philosopher's Stone, immediately gave a wry smile.

"Your Excellency is truly... well, being able to reclaim the contract so quickly is an efficiency unmatched in the Atlas Academy. The Atlas Academy will uphold the contract, and we hope Your Excellency will grant us some time."

Looking at the edict inscribed on the black parchment, Tsbia bowed to Kenneth and left the underground cemetery. The discussion of the Philosopher's Stone was not urgent for now. Tsbia urgently needed to return to the Atlas Institute to explain the establishment of the Eighth Covenant to his comrades. Fortunately, Kenneth provided the sample; otherwise, even as the Dean, Tsbia would have had difficulty persuading those alchemists with rigid mindsets.

"Heh, my devilish master is truly wicked. Now that the irrelevant people have left, we should continue. It's only midnight tonight~"

Once Tsbia was out of sight, her serpentine arms climbed up her chest, and Morgan once again reverted to her private charm. Listening to the strong, powerful heartbeat, Morgan, speaking softly, gently dragged Kenneth into the gates of the Fairy Realm.

Chapter 287 Mordred's Wounded World

As the first rays of dawn broke, Kenneth and Morgan, who had been up all night, appeared near the Blackmore cemetery. Seeing the 'adulterous couple' suddenly appear, especially Morgan with her lecherous look, the black man squatting on the grave eating a hamburger spit out a mouthful of disgust.

"Modred, let's go!"

Using the same tone as when he called a mantis shrimp, Blackie finished his burger in a few bites and turned to walk towards the church. Seeing that her sister was still alive, Morgan drew her Seven Wolves sword. Looking at Blackie, who was as disrespectful as ever, Morgan's eyebrows twitched a few times before she raised her hand to summon her wand. Morgan genuinely wanted to let her rebellious sister Blackie feel the love of an elder.

"Don't you know what kind of person she is? Rather than that, let's see how that little guy with the Holy Lance is doing. Reaching that world requires an anchor point."

Without Chaldea's spirit transfer technology, Kenneth's only way to reach the world dominated by the Lion King is to rely on the reflection of affinity, like Fuyuki City, using the Holy Grail to reflect the Holy Grail and the Holy Lance to reflect the Holy Lance. Facing the Holy Lance, which has become sentient, Kenneth still needs some preparation to mold it into his own shape.

Pressing Morgan's raised hand down, Kenneth led the way to the church at the edge of the horizon. Kenneth didn't care about Alter's attitude. As the Clock Tower's top lecturer, Kenneth's favorite thing was to be a role model. Moreover, compared to disciplining the proud Alter, Kenneth was now preoccupied with how to put Morgan and Alter together.

In the church hall, bathed in the holy light of Artoria, Grey felt her soul being elevated. So much had happened that night; she had met King Arthur, whom the village had been searching for, and her mother had returned to her former self. Grey still doubted whether she had experienced a dream, a dream that felt incredibly real. Looking at the bewildered Grey, Artoria whispered:

"Grey, don't be confused about the meaning of your existence. Do what you want to do. You have plenty of time to find your direction in the future."

These words were not only spoken by Artoria to Grey, but also to herself; wasn't she, too, a traveler who had lost her way and was searching for her future? Faced with Artoria's encouragement, Grey's eyes flickered, her lips trembled, and as if she had made up her mind, she looked at her mother, who had rushed to the church late at night.

"Mom, if possible, I want to... I want to see the outside world. Can you take me to see it?"

Upon hearing Gray's words, Magdalena, who was pretending to be a 'fanatic' for Gray's safety, gently stroked Gray's head under her hood. Enjoying the first time she had been close to Gray in years, Magdalena made up her mind and turned her gaze to the silent Blue Saber.

"My king, as your faithful subjects, may I beg you to hear my prayer?"

Seeing Magdalena's extreme hesitation, Artoria, sensing something from her, nodded.

"Lady Magdalena, since I have been asleep for a thousand years, you have always believed in my people. Your loyalty is beyond question. I swear in the name of Arthur that I will grant your wish!"

The curry stick was drawn, its gleaming tip pointing directly at Camelot. Whatever the reason, whatever had happened, Artoria had always been a queen who served her people. Now, after a thousand years, the remnants of Camelot's past pleaded with her, and as Queen Arthur, Artoria had to respond!

Looking at Blue Saber displaying the splendor of King Arthur, Magdalena's eyes welled up with tears. No matter how much she hated the King Arthur at the end of the ritual back then, now, the King Arthur before her was definitely the legendary King of the Chalk who led Britain to prosperity. With a choked voice, Magdalena knelt down in front of Artoria with a thud.

"Your Majesty, I beg you! I beg you to take Grey away! I have no reason to leave, but not Grey. She's still a child! Her future shouldn't be confined here! I want her to live the life a normal child should have!"

"Mom...I don't want to go out anymore, I don't want to go out, I just want to stay with you..."

A mournful voice echoed in the empty church as a mother pleaded for her daughter, trapped by fate. Seeing the mother kneeling and unable to rise, Grey was about to approach when Magdalena pulled her down to kneel as well.

"My king, even though everything is over, what was inflicted on this child will not change with time. Even... even just taking Grey away from here would be enough. I only wish she could escape this place that imprisons her..."

Looking at Magdalena's sorrowful face, Artoria held her breath and raised her head. When she opened her eyes again, Artoria's eyes were full of tenderness. Although she had expected Magdalena to let her take Gray away, Artoria really did not expect this mother to go to such lengths for her daughter.

Indeed, the ritual had ended with her appearance, but because of her, the remaining Camelot people would treat Gray with even greater fanaticism, burdened with undue expectations, becoming the image others wanted them to be. This expectation was too heavy for a child; she herself was already a mess, and this child must not follow in her footsteps. Looking at the sorrowful Magdalena, Artoria said resolutely:

"Lady Magdalena, you are a great mother, and I have heard your plea. But children should not be separated from their mother. I swear in the name of King Arthur! My sword will protect you to the end of this life!"

The moment the word "but" was uttered, Magdalena's heart leaped into her throat. However, after hearing Artoria's entire statement, the mother's heart was instantly soothed. Just as Magdalena was about to kowtow in gratitude, a pair of hands covered in silver arm armor lifted her up.

“A great mother has no need to bow to anyone. I am just a loser who has been buried in history. I am the one who should apologize, Lady Magdalena. I have kept you waiting. From now on, I will protect you!”

Regardless, Bracmoia was caused by her. A thousand years had created too many tragedies. Artoria, who always took responsibility upon herself, decided to shoulder everything. Looking at Magdalena in front of her, Artoria bowed deeply.

“Margaretana, don’t avoid it, this is what this guy should do.”

Black Saber's words made Magdalena pause for a moment. In that instant, Artoria bent over, apologizing to the dead and for her lateness. After straightening up, Artoria gave Black Saber a grateful look. Faced with Blue Saber's gratitude, Black Saber, who had never shown a kind expression, 'tsk'ed and turned her head to strike a pose.

"This guy isn't so bad after all..."

At this moment, Blue Saber's impression of Black Saber changed. As fellow Artoria, Blue Saber could see Black Saber's concern for the Camelot survivors; similarly, Black Saber understood Blue Saber's thoughts, which was why she stopped Magdalena. But how to put it? As a stubborn Artoria, Black Saber wouldn't show these things. As a tyrant who believed in the power of force, making Black Saber cry was probably harder than getting Morgan to abstain from sex.

As Magdalena was bewildered by Artoria's apology, the inner doors of the church emitted a decaying sound as if etched with the passage of time, raven feathers fell, and Morgan's figure quietly appeared before Grey.

"Is this the child? What an adorable little guy."

"Sister Wang! This mother and daughter are now my subjects!"

Before Morgan could get close, Blue Daisy stepped forward and blocked the bad woman's outstretched hand. As Blue Daisy's vigilance became visible, Gray, who was already shy, quickly shrank behind Magdalena.

"Really, do you really think I'm such a bad woman? Since you've chosen to protect them, Lily, of course I'll support you unconditionally."

Morgan reached past the wary ahoge and touched Takeuchi's face, which resembled her own, under Grey's hood.

"Yes! Very much like her! Your name is Grey, right? Would you be interested in learning magic with me?"

As the reincarnation of King Arthur, Grey and Artoria looked exactly alike when they were young. As an extremely twisted ahoge (cowlick) enthusiast, Morgan's desire to raise her was pounding wildly.

"me..."

“This child’s mother wants her to be an ordinary person. Sister Wang, you should understand what I mean.”

Even though Morgan has changed a lot, Ahoge knows very well how attractive her face is to Morgan. Well, Mordred is an exception. For Gray's healthy development, Artoria swore to protect Gray with their future afternoon tea.

"Is that so? Being an ordinary person is fine too, being an ordinary girl is not bad either."

Realizing that Artoria had already made up her mind, Morgan temporarily withdrew her idea of ​​raising Gray. There was plenty of time; surely a witch like her could handle a good-for-nothing and a bratty little sister? Besides, raising an ordinary girl was exactly what she wanted!

"It better be this way!"

Looking at Morgan's smiling face, for some reason, Artoria felt a chill run through her body. In a corner of the church, Mordred, ignored by everyone, was biting her handkerchief.