"Why can you stay so calm?"
Morgan voiced the question weighing on her mind.
When she learned that Father King intended to marry her off to someone else, she had felt as if she had fallen into a lake in winter, terrified to the point of being unable to speak.
But after hearing the news, Shirou's reaction had been remarkably flat. It was nothing like the girl had imagined. She had originally thought she would get to see him panic.
"I'm Morgan's supporter. How could I not stay calm at a time like this?"
"I-I see..."
Shirou continued analyzing the situation. "By the way, how about getting Igraine's support?
"Just tell her you don't want to marry someone so far away and that you'll miss your mother if you can't see her."
Morgan's thoughts were in complete disorder, and she could not take in any of Shirou's analysis.
She realized that what she wanted from Shirou was not his support at all.
She did not need something so practical. What she wanted was something gentler, even if it was only a simple sentence—
"Hey, my little brother..."
She carefully probed, "What would you do if I said I wanted to marry King Lot?"
Shirou froze for a moment, then answered seriously, "If that is Morgan's happiness, I'll support you unconditionally."
Crash—!
The vase on the bedside table shattered.
The magic radiating from Morgan surged like a gale, raging wildly through the room.
Shirou jumped. "Morgan?"
The silver-haired princess demanded loudly, "My little brother... What exactly do you mean by 'my happiness'?"
"It's just..."
Morgan coldly cut him off. "Shirou! Are you really going to stand by and watch me marry another man?"
"Uh..."
Shirou raised his head in bewilderment and found Morgan glaring angrily at him, tears glistening in her