"Thank you, Morgan."
"You must become an outstanding King."
Only this once, Morgan couldn't agree with her beloved knight.
So, under the pretext of conducting an investigation, she gathered Shirou and his former companions.
She hoped that an adventure might rekindle the passion Shirou had already lost.
They arrived at a huge cavern in the center of Britain.
As its name suggested, it was a pitch-black cavern with no visible bottom, and they were about to descend to its deepest point.
Tête-à-Tête said nervously, "Ash, are we really going down!? I object! This place is terrifying!"
"But it isn't dangerous. Morrigan won't appear near the huge cavern."
Ash said while sneaking glances at Shirou, "The fae won't approach this place either, so we won't be attacked by the anti-Fae Round Table organization."
"The only things we need to watch out for are Tête-à-Tête lowering the 'line,' me protecting the 'line' with magecraft, and Shirou, who'll be holding the 'line' as he descends, not letting go."
"Huh? Me!?"
Shirou frowned. Seeing how excited Morgan was, he had assumed she intended to descend personally.
Morgan nodded with her arms folded. "Of course. Shirou is the strongest one here... right?"
In truth, Shirou was no longer at his peak. Though he still looked like a young man, his insides had already grown old.
Shirou sensed that Morgan had some ulterior motive, but she couldn't possibly harm him, so he sighed helplessly.
"Fine. You really are impossible."
After receiving permission, Morgan happily wound Tête-à-Tête's line around Shirou's waist.
"My Enchant can extend Tête-à-Tête's line to eight thousand meters, but there's actually no need to descend all the way to the bottom.
"Find out approximately how deep the huge cavern is and what exactly lies at its bottom.
"Once you descend far enough to see