How About You Guys Find Another Savior

I am the one who commits all evils in the world.

However, you should blind your eyes to chaos and serve me.

You are imprisoned in a cage of madness, and I am the one who holds its lock.

You are the one who is bound by the three great True Names.

Come forth from the Wheel of Inhibition, Guardian of the Scales—!"

The moment the incantation was spoken, Xi Jian felt his entire body's magic surge. This was the bone-chilling cold and pain that a magus had to endure, the magical circuits writhing within his body.

His vision grew darker as the Runes etched onto his body absorbed mana from the atmosphere to support this magic.

His body had now forgotten its human functions, transforming into a component to achieve a miracle, a circuit connecting the spiritual and material.

His body let out a slight cry due to the high-speed circulation of mana, but compared to Scathach's merciless training in the Shadow Realm, it was nothing.

Sakura, standing behind him, clasped her hands and anxiously watched the descent of the spirit at this moment.

Strong winds and lightning raged, and she was unable to open her eyes due to the intense wind pressure, forcing her to shield herself with her hands.

At the center of the storm, the summoning pattern shone brilliantly.

The pathway within the magic circle finally connected to another world, and a figure intertwined with azure and black emerged from the blinding light.

"Servant, Berserker, I have responded to the summon and appeared. You, the magus over there, you are the one who summoned me... summoned me..."

A voice as clear as inorganic matter echoed from the mist and light.

Just as Xi Jian was shocked that Berserker could introduce herself with such rational and logical phrasing, the other party's shock seemed to be no less than his own.

Tatatatata—

Berserker stepped out of the mist and approached Xi Jianxi.

She was a female Servant about 170 cm tall, with flowing silver hair and a beautiful face.

The tips of her hair had a slight bluish tint, just like her eyes.

A flicker of apparent surprise flashed across her eyes, which were like a frozen lake.

"..." The female Servant stared at him without a word.

"That's right, I am the magus who summoned you." Xi Jian, not understanding her reaction, took it as a special state of Berserker's lack of reason. He then raised his left hand, revealing the Command Spell on his left hand, "I am your Master."

The next second, she reached out and touched the Command Spell on the back of Xi Jian's hand. This action left Xi Jian no time to react.

If she were to betray him at this moment, she could sever the hand holding the Command Spell with a mere flick.

As Xi Jian pondered these possibilities, she had already withdrawn her hand.

"I am the Servant who will assist you in participating in this Holy Grail War. It could be considered fate."

Her voice lost its surprise and instead revealed a relaxed mockery. She then lightly cupped Xi Jian's chin with her hand.

Although he didn't understand her intentions, Xi Jian understood one thing: he was being teased.

He narrowed his eyes and used the abilities granted to Masters by the Holy Grail War system to confirm the Servant's true name.

The moment he received the answer, Xi Jian was stunned.

"Heh~, then, let's forget my previous lapse and reintroduce myself. My name is Fairy Queen Morgan, and I am willing to be your Servant and lend you my strength."

"You said who?!"

Despite already knowing, Xi Jian exclaimed in disbelief at Morgan, who had just revealed her true name.

Chapter 3: Master and Servant

After the summoning ritual concluded, Xi Jian first sent Sakura back to her room to sleep.

Although Sakura was already seven years old, Xi Jian was not a strict person, which led to her being a bit spoiled. He had to carry her back to her room and tuck her into bed.

Fortunately, the sheer magical fluctuation of the practice summoning ritual had already put immense pressure on the still-young Sakura. She didn't even have the strength to listen to Norse mythology and quickly fell asleep.

After confirming that Sakura and Karen were both asleep, Xi Jian went back outside.

After the ritual ended, Berserker... Morgan, had spiritualized. As the summoning stabilized, he could feel the connection between himself and his Servant, a connection born from their contract. The magical pathway between them had been successfully established.

Through this connection, Xi Jian found Morgan in his study.

She had already materialized and was sitting on the sofa, casually picking up a book and flipping through it.

"You are even less like a magus than I thought," Morgan commented on Xi Jian without looking up from her book.

Xi Jian shrugged, his attitude extremely relaxed. "In the eyes of a magus from the Age of Gods, we contemporary magi naturally wouldn't measure up. Perhaps the only one who could rank highly in your eyes would be the King of Magicians who established the system of magi, wouldn't you agree?"

"That's not sarcasm," Morgan closed her book and looked up at Xi Jian. "You possess too much warmth that doesn't belong to a magus."

Magicians, in their pursuit of the magical path, often gradually detached themselves from worldly ethics and morals during their training, possessing a set of values and rules completely independent of the secular world.

"Hey, hey... I was just putting a child to sleep, do you have to praise me to this extent?" Xi Jian shook his head, sitting down opposite Morgan.

Morgan lowered her gaze, as if speaking to herself, "However, thanks to that, I understand your personality even better."

"Better?"

Xi Jian felt surprised again. Then, he remembered Morgan's actions after her summoning and looked at her with a probing gaze.

Servants are the avatars of Heroic Spirits, the highest-ranking familiars summoned for a limited time during the Holy Grail War. Their very existence surpasses the realm of magecraft.

They answered the call of a magus in the Holy Grail War from the Throne of Heroes, crossing through time to descend into this era.

The Holy Grail bestows upon them a certain level of knowledge appropriate to the era to facilitate their actions.

But... that does not include any information or intelligence about their Master.

"I've been curious since we introduced ourselves earlier," Xi Jian said, voicing his inner question. "Your reaction when you saw your Master was a bit strange. Are you dissatisfied with something?"

What was about to unfold was the thorough slaughter of seven Servants following their respective Masters.

It was a "war" in the truest sense of the word.

Therefore, the trust between a Servant and their Master was extremely important; any misunderstanding or misjudgment between them could lead to fatal consequences.

Especially since Xi Jianxi had no intention of dying here.

That was why he decided to directly address Morgan, to clear up any potential misunderstandings.

However, Morgan's reaction was inscrutable, and she let out a low, seemingly amused chuckle.

"...No, it's nothing. I was just a little surprised," Morgan said, raising her hand with her palm facing up, as if to gather Xi Jian into her grasp. "If my summoner were just a contemporary magus in the general sense, that would be one thing."

"Hmm?" Xi Jian was slightly surprised.

"But I'm afraid the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War don't know yet that their opponents are wielders of Age of Gods magecraft," Morgan said.

After his surprise, Xi Jian's attitude actually relaxed.

"You're not simple, to have seen through my essence as a magus," Xi Jian said, stretching. "If you can perceive this much, it will make formulating future strategies much more convenient."

Morgan maintained her serene smile, as distant as mountains. She was neither moved by his praise nor offended by his casual demeanor.

"More importantly, what about you?" Morgan asked.

"What?"

Just as Xi Jian was about to get up and go to his room to sleep, he was forced to sit back down by her question.

"It seems you're not very interested in my identity," Morgan pointed out.

Other than the initial surprise when Xi Jianxi learned that the Berserker he planned to summon was not the warrior famed for valor in legends, but rather a Heroic Spirit more inclined towards magecraft, he hadn't shown much further reaction.

"Ah, how should I put this," Xi Jian said, crossing his arms with a look of great difficulty. "I know about the Servant classifications in the Holy Grail War. A Heroic Spirit can manifest in different classes due to different aspects of their legends. Logically, the Fairy Queen Morgan should be most suited for the Caster class, but if there's a reason I don't know that allows you to manifest as a Berserker, it's hard to say..."

Whoosh—

Morgan dissolved into a spiritual form and rematerialized, sitting beside Xi Jian. He flinched, looking startled.

"Then tell me. Judging by your reaction, you don't seem to have no thoughts on the matter," Morgan said without looking at him, but emanating a strong pressure that closed in on Xi Jian.

He let out a sharp inhale. "Hiss—, it's nothing much. It's just that I'm very familiar with the legends of King Arthur. I often tell those two children bedtime stories, like the legends of King Arthur, Greek mythology, Norse mythology, and American mythology. I've told them all I can. If the storyteller isn't familiar with them, it's just nonsense, isn't it?"

"Oh?" Morgan maintained her probing attitude.

"After all... the death of King Arthur, or rather, the division of the Knights of the Round Table and the collapse of Britain, all have something to do with you, don't they?"

Xi Jian didn't like bringing up other people's shortcomings.

Especially since he wasn't sure of Morgan's attitude towards those events – whether she was proud of them or unsatisfied.

"Anyway, to have caused such an outcome, it's understandable to be a little insane inside, isn't it?" Xi Jian said with a wry smile.

Legends were legends, but if Morgan, as a Servant, were to betray him, he had his own countermeasures.

"A truly fittingly flippant answer," Morgan finally responded.

"Are you satisfied? Then that's all for now."

Xi Jian got up from the sofa.

With a peerless beauty like Morgan so close, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Are you going to the battlefield? Then, bring me my Demon Spear." Morgan raised her hand, and the weapon, which looked like a combination of a staff, a spear, and a longsword, leaned against a nearby armchair.

"I'm the Master, aren't I?" Xi Jian slipped, thinking he hadn't heard correctly.

"That's right, so what?" Morgan calmly retorted. "I offer my strength to fight for you, so you naturally should fulfill your duty as a Master. Just providing mana isn't enough."

With that, Morgan stood up. "Have you decided on the first enemy to defeat?"

"Who said I was going to the battlefield?" Xi Jian's eye twitched. "The seven Servants haven't all descended yet, it's not time for the war to begin, don't be in a hurry."

"Then—"

Before Morgan could finish asking, Xi Jian waved his hand and left the study.

"It's late, time to sleep. Please make yourself at home, Morgan."

To Morgan's slight bewilderment, she watched her Master disappear out the door.

A short while later, she returned to her seat and picked up the "Legends of King Arthur," which she had only just begun to read.

"This lazy and slovenly demeanor makes it hard to believe that you are the 'Tyrant' who waged that endless war against me for 2,000 years."

The Fairy Queen's voice, filled with nostalgia, echoed in the quiet study before vanishing.

No one else heard it, and no one could answer its meaning.

Chapter 4: A Morning at the Xi Jian Family Home

It was a land beneath an eternally unchanging twilight sky.

Someone said this to Morgan.

"Let us begin our war."

Then, blood stained the earth red, and arrows pierced through flowers. Iron hooves trampled the land where food grew, and flesh and blood became mud, returning to the soil as sustenance.

Morgan opened her eyes from her dream, finding herself in the Xi Jian family's study.

Servants technically did not require sleep. If their Master's qualifications were excellent enough to provide a stable and sufficient supply of mana, these high-level familiars could continue their conquests without rest.

However, if the Master's abilities were insufficient, and the Servant could not receive an adequate mana supply, they would need to replenish their mana through rest and sustenance, much like humans.

Xi Jianxi was a magician whose talent was almost a waste.

With his mana supply, Morgan didn't need to sleep.

Yet, she had fallen asleep in the study, clutching a thick book, and had a distant, long-forgotten dream.

This was the first morning she had experienced as a Servant summoned for the Holy Grail War.

By convention, Holy Grail War battles usually took place at night, while daytime was often a time for Masters and Servants to ambush and probe each other.

What was her Master doing now?

With this question in mind, she went to the living room.

It was an extremely ordinary morning, an extremely heartwarming scene.

Xi Jian was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, while Sakura stood on a small stool, watching and learning life skills completely unrelated to magic.