[Morgan: You city folk really know how to have fun.]
[If you really want to break someone's resolve, it has to be Morgan.]
[Morgan really is the more suitable king. It's perfectly normal for her to break someone's resolve.]
[What a mouth, what a mouth hhhhh.]
[Hehehehe, this is way too entertaining.]
[This is the truth.]
[I'm dying laughing.]
[A fatal grilling www.]
[Ahoge's tax evasion got exposed 2333.]
"I'm not! Don't deliberately twist my meaning, Morgan!" Artoria said.
"Oh? So I misunderstood you, then—if that's the case, let me put it another way."
Morgan paused.
Then she continued.
"Do you want my daughter that badly, Arthur?"
Morgan: Go Drown Clinging to Your Wish, Artoria!
Hold it in.
She had to hold it in now.
Artoria endured.
There was no point in fighting here. This was White's dream.
She had come here to save White.
So no matter how harshly this Morgan mocked her, she had to endure it.
"What exactly do you want?!" Artoria suppressed her anger.
"It isn't about what I want. It's about what you want. How much longer are you going to keep pestering my daughter?"
The King of the Lostbelt, Morgan, and Artoria had never had any contact before this.
They were familiar strangers.
Artoria had realized that by now as well.
The person before her was Morgan, but she did not seem to be the "Morgan" Artoria knew.
"White and I will win the Holy Grail War. I will fulfill my wish, and White will fulfill hers too. After that, the contract between us will be complete," Artoria said.
"Is that so? But all I see is your twisted desire to control my daughter. Ah, ah, ah—come to think of it, your relationship is twisted in exactly that way too." Morgan suddenly seemed to